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text:i got like 5 pizza. i like pizza

Natural annoyance from the familiar female. He should’ve deleted and blocked her number when had the chance, but that small soft spot he had was in full swing. Though for her it shouldn’t exist. 

[text] how nice[text] don’t gain weight kid

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text: thnk u 4 being hot

Unknown numbers always frightened him. He didn’t know rather to respond or to leave it be. The latter would be suspicious, obviously, but if he were to respond then is his location may be given. So much going through his head over a simple message that seemed to compliment his appearance. Then again, how could they know him? 

[text] I think you have the wrong number…[text] and lowkey impaired but that’s just me

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"Need a ... ride home. Have to pee."

Nothing bothered him more than receiving a call while in the midst of intense work. After all, he was always on the run so once he had a chance to hit the cave, he would take it by any means necessary including ignoring calls. The phone had been vibrating nonstop and he wasn’t planning on answering any time soon, that is until the umpteenth ring. 

“What.” Yes, annoyance evident in his timbre. He didn’t care especially after hearing the familiar voice expressing something that had nothing to do with him. “Why you sound drunk though.” Digits pinches bridge of nose, mobile is balanced between shoulder and ear as he leaned back in swivel chair. He could’ve left her where she was but given she was someone he considered close to him, there was a soft spot. “Alright don’t move.” Already headed to the surface, car is unlocked as he rides the elevator until the night sky is in view. Of course he could’ve ended the call but knowing her, that wasn’t a bright idea. “Where are you right now.” Keeping conversation was best while he tried to make his way towards her as quickly as possible.

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Accidental Affection. not accepting.

send me ✗ for my muse to fall on yours and land on top of them

Construction in these streets weren’t a surprise anymore.After all he did reside in the more rugged side of town. Yet an incident likethis was definitely unusual, in which some would call a fated meeting. To him it’smore of an unfortunate meeting, especially on her end. Let’s backtrack a littlethough, to when he was on his way to meet a few friends so he could give themthe time of day before he gets busy again. Cladded in brand new attire all theway down to the shoes, if anything touched him his mood would instantly darken.True he would walk around with a face mask and all black for the most part, butthe male had style that would show when it was needed. A fashionista so tospeak, so when he found himself stepping in a pool of mud, he was instantly pissed.Fresh hundreds of dollar timberlands now soiled because of pot holes along thesidewalk. The night was starting off perfectly.  

Mood wasn’t completely dampened. He remained level headed,that is until he found himself tripping in yet another pot hole and this time,meeting his fate on the ground. A figure came to sight, he caught himselfwithin that instant. Crowd huddled around the two, he doesn’t know what to dothat’ll make the situation any less awkward than it already was. In privatethis would be an okay situation, she was quite the looker in reality. Now heonly feels hindered and annoyed for the most part. Nonetheless, he stands andbrushes his clothes off prior to offering a helping hand but another problemarises. Eyes follow her hand, stopping on her bruised ankle then trailing offto heel broken off her shoe. Jota rubs his temples then crouches down to scoopher up in taut arms. “I’ll take you to the nearest clinic but that’s all I’lldo.” Timbre matches his darkened mood. “Oh and next time don’t walk around solate at night dressed like that. You’ll attract unwanted attention.” The crowdis then parted as he walked through, fulfilling his words of assistance.

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Accidental Affection: not accepting.

send me ♡ for your muse to drunkenly confess feelings to mine

A night out on the time never hurt anyone, so they say. Atleast for he could agree to the saying but her on the other hand, that was adifferent story. It was easy for him to feel comfortable around her, given therelationship the two had. With that being said, he never felt the need to dressall covered in lieu he would often wear v neck shirts with quarter sleeves andmaybe even some sweats. Definitely not the typical male you would see out inthe bars. Evidently stress was taken its toll on the two, though more so onher. Shots were being thrown back like water. His company could’ve drunk theentire bar and she still would have probably wanted more. He should be worriedbut he knows what it’s like to wear so much weight on shoulders, he onlyencourages and steadies her. Instantly he regretted his decision.

Completely out of her wits, he knew she wouldn’t make it homeby herself, let alone even stand up considering she was falling everywhere asif she never walked a day in her life. “Get it together, Hae.” Funny how alightweight female could weigh a ton when her body was out of control. Carryingher was so difficult, he’d rather drag her by her shirt than to continuefighting with her. Attention was already garnered, the entire bar literallylooking their way to be entertained by the show the woman was putting on. “Joootaaa!”Ah fuck was his initial thought while tossing her over his shoulders, yet withthe constant kicking, she only ended up falling on her bottom. Murmurs wereaudible at the point. The male done with the entire situation, though for herit was a different story. “Where are you go-“ She was already headed off beforehe could finish. Jota doesn’t chase after her this time, choosing to leanagainst the bar with palm covering mouth instead, lids slowly closing when hesees her walking to the small stage where they held karaoke. Please don’t embarrass me, please don’temba-. “I have something to say!” Damn.Digits come to rub temples, emitting a low groan in agitation. Loud thuds madefrom her tapping on the microphone as if she could be any louder. “I SAID IHAVE SOMETHING TO SAY!” Okay maybe she could.

Not a peep was made from the party goers, only occasionalslips of chortles and laughter. “THAT GUY OVER THERE.” Her index pointed tohim, his head instantly lowered. “He isssss the bessssst guy you’ll evererrrrrmeet.” Thank you, Hae. “LIKE EVER.” Shut up, Hae. There was a very longpause afterwards. “Oho…the world is spinning…” Then she fell, perhaps passedout? It was none of his concern now. Though he did have the decency to call afriend of hers, making sure she was in safe hands before taking his leave. Howunfortunate for her, the entire thing was caught on tape. Perfect forblackmail.

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Accidental Affection: not accepting.

send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch

Staying in one place for a long period of time wasn’t histhing. Constantly moving is what he was used to, rather it be actuallyrelocating or small movements. Hand that dangles of her shoulder is constantlymoving, along with his mouth though thankfully he had a toothpick at hand tocease at least one fidget. The position the two were in didn’t help either. Hedoesn’t do anything of the like unless it’s with his lover. However, when onething leads to another, sometimes it’s inevitable. Simply wanting to chill ather residence for a bit before heading off to do his usual nightly business, hedidn’t realize he would be put in an awkward position with her laying againsthim. Warmth was too tempting for him to not drape an arm around her tiny frame,holding her close to his chest but not close enough to his heart. That wasreally pushing it. 

Television plays in front of them, yet he was the only onewatching in the end. It was a comical situation considering she put on such atough persona when they were hanging around. He should’ve been pissed since henever goes out during the day, but now she looked nothing more than a littlegirl, with that angelic face of hers and he could only shake his head. Before he knew he found himself staring at her for anextensive amount of time. Maybe a little too much. Heart skips a beat though heknows why. “Tch, you would appear in my head at a time like this.” In the end,a love is still in affect no matter how long it’s been. A close call,nonetheless, for if he would’ve continued to eye her, lips would be on hers forall the wrong reasons. “An awkward position indeed.”

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Send one for a kind gesture:

♠ my muse taking care of your muse when their sick

He’s not good with showing affection to those he’s uncomfortable with. Better yet it’s safe to say he’s not good with showing affection in general. When it came down to it, going big or not doing anything was his go-to solution. Though in this situation, how could he possibly succeed in the former. 

Familiar face lying in bed. Normal appearance is no longer, now taken over by flushed cheeks and glistening forehead from a thin layer of sweat. The male goes about it the best he could, with an air purifier on the bedside table for starters. Then he starts to rub his hands together, pacing around the room for an idea. “Ah, soup…right?” Before protest could even be made, he’s off to the kitchen, concocting who knows what considering he can’t cook to save his life. Yet he has confidence for some odd reason, scurrying about in a manner that’s opposite of norm for him. Ingredients are tossed in water filled pot, he stirs and stirs until he figures it’s okay. 

Returning to her with small bowl full and setting it at her bedside, he noticed her increase in perspiration, in which he wrings out towel that’s been sitting in cold water and lays it over pale forehead. “Alright, Hae time to eat.” As if she knew he was going to kill her, she turned away instantly. “What is this. You tryin’ to say I suck at cooking? Tsk, this kid.” Just to prove otherwise he takes a bite of his own food, face contorting to one of disgust with tongue falling out mouth as if he was about to gag until she whipped her head to him, greeted with small smile on visage though brows were knitted together since he still had food in his mouth. He swallows liquid and coarsely chopped vegetables. “Okay how about this, if you die I’ll come to your funeral and actually try to tear up.” Closed eye grin plays across features, then picking up the spoon to feed her despite grave protest.