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Don't Forget to Tip (Cont.) // Luizy & Phobetor

{ continued @mpxluizy } He watched the other pack up his bag, watching contently as the other met his gaze and stood up. Waving a dismissive hand, he smiled softly as he beckoned the other to follow him to the coffee shop. "You don't need to pay me back, think of this as part of your tip. I thought you did wonderful. You also look a bit parched anyways..so why not get some coffees?" Walking with the other by his side, he had placed his hands in his pockets, trying to find some type of question to break the silence. Phobetor wasn't sure how open the other was to conversations, so he thought of something the other could feel easy to speak about. He turned to the other and quietly spoke out. "How long have you been a busker?"

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Cotton Candy Chaos // Poe & Ren

{ @renxmp } It had been an extremely hot day out, which made Phobetor annoyed and bothered by the blistering heat against his skin. He was tired of walking around, trying to rest from time to time before deciding to hunt down something sweet. He had cravings for sugar since he had gotten the minor headache only a few hours ago. Making his way through the large crowds; gently moving past and quietly apologizing as he made his way to the food vendors. Once in the centre of them, he took a quick glance before one came into view through the corner of his eyes. The pastel blues and pinks that decorated the booth as well as the colours of the sweet, fluffy clouds of pure spun sugar that hung on the booth made his mouth water. Cotton candy. His favourite summer sweet. It reminded him of all the festivals and carnivals he visited before coming to Mount Phoenix. Walking over with the money in his pocket, he reached out to grab the last bag that was made; they were getting more sugar so it would be a while before they would make a new batch. As his slender fingers went to grasp at the plastic bag, a stranger's hand fell onto his as the other reaches for the bag as well. "I had it first.." He didn't even look at the figure as he only focused on his sweet candy floss in front of his eyes. His voice was bitter and monotone to try and warn the figure to back off; This was his cotton candy.

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Third Time's the Charm // Poe & Eros

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It had been a pretty busy day at the kissing booth, from what Phobetor had seen. He himself went to the kissing booth twice; giving a kiss to both to the lovely Minah and Taemin. Both of them were sweet and equally as glad for the donations. It was for a good cause, he didn’t mind kissing people he barely knew for it.

He waited a bit for one of the lines to cut down that lead to the final person in the booth; Eros. From what he saw Eros seemed quite happy that day, which made Phobetor smile. As long as he was having fun, that’s what mattered the most. He was in the lineup that slowly shuffled forwards every few minutes until he was the one at the front. Slowly he walked up to the counter, clearing his throat and giving the God a smile.

“You seem quite happy today Eros, must be all the cute people you’ve been able to kiss today..”

He chuckled, pulling out the bill and sliding it over to Eros. This was the last donation from him after giving his siblings each one for their cause. Looking at the other with a soft look on his face, he waited for the other to check him off.

“I’m hoping you at least raised a good amount today.”

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❝ And as i watch;

You start to grow up

All I can do is hold you tight.. ❞

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▪️{T W O B R O T H E R S}▪️

• M o r p h e u s; Winged God of Dreams, older brother to P h o b e t o r (Icelus); the God of Nightmares •

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No longer lactose intolerant, I see.

He snickered at the the god standing in front of his desk. Sipping on the milkshake he bought, he pulled off the straw with a smack before quirking a brow.

“You really thought I was? Boy, I guess you assume a lot more about me than anyone else. Anything else you want to know Eros?”

His remark was full of sarcasm, his eyes blank and relaxed. The way the god’s body shifted in his seat showed amusement as well as a bit of annoyance. Shrugging his shoulders, he returned to the papers before him, the sound of his pen scratching filling the gap between them.

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{ Young Phobetor/Icelus Moodboard } ' What is the price, am I supposed to pay? For all the things I try to hide? What is my fate, am I supposed to pray? That trouble's gone with the sunlight? '

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