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[wellfell]

and she does ─ god too quickly . stands behind his desk with a lovely grin . ‘ .. am i gonna be in the photos ? ‘

* @wasityou .

[self-ish-coiner]

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[merrittstone]

closed starter for cj hansen ( @jforjanus ) -> spaghetti warehouse, merritt's break

"And she was like, we literally didn't order the extra breadsticks, just take them off the bill, and I was like, you literally did, and I remember because you were still chewing a fat bite of spaghetti and I wanted to tell you to swallow before talking to me but you know that's like, not good service or whatever, and she just like, kept," Merritt claps her hands together, "arguing" clap "with me" clap clap. She sighs and leans back in the booth, a plate of half-eaten salad in front of her. "And what's so annoying is like, I had to be all nice to her even though she was calling me sweetie like I'm a brainless moron just because I deliver pasta right to her freaking gullet, you know?"

In reality the conversation had been a lot less biting ( though that customer truly had been belittling ) but who is Merritt to tell a story without a little flair?

"In the end I took the breadsticks off but charged her twice for her kid's soda and she didn't even notice. All for what?" Merritt looks at CJ expectantly. "A five dollar tip, that's right. But whatever. Miserable people have to eat, I guess. Including you, by the way. You haven't even touched your alfredo, what the hell is up with you?"

[balthastarr]

anonymous. if you were a pen what kind of pen would you be

" ' what kind of pen would i be ? ' what kind of bogus question is that ?? seriously, what other kind of pen is there — one that doesn't write ? "

there's a pause, glancing down to see clive tapping his leg with a very specific pen.

" ... actually, it's this one. "

[noasweet]

closed starter for dario de la cruz ( @laughtrackfm ) -> sit & spin breakroom, thursday, 12:15pm

"Shouldn't you be, I don't know, doing your fucking job right now?"

Bold of him to ask when it isn't even close to time for his own break. Noa's only dropping in to grab a banana though, and Dario's shift only started an hour ago; there's no reason for him to be lounging across the couch like a cat, spread out and comfortable and not even pretending to be doing any work.

[supbutcher]

you he looks like he needs a hug she's coming up to wrap her arms around him :')

" you tryin' to butter me up, love ? bit affectionate all of a sudden. go on. what've you done ? "

re: unprompted, status: always accepting.

[easyryder]

closed starter for victor tavi ( @scrtissues ) -> the apartment, sunday 10am

It started with a faint mewling: a sound underscoring the raw footage he was scrolling through that Easy was certain he was imagining. The sound continued after he hit mute, though, and got stronger when he stepped out into the living room. Nothing behind the couch, nothing behind the armchair, nothing inside at all, so Easy cracked the window to the fire escape and his eyebrows rocketed to his hairline.

This is how Easy finds himself standing in Vic's door frame, a small, dark taupe-furred kitten in his arms and a sense of pleading in his expression.

"I don't know how he got up here but we have to keep him," Easy says. The kitten squirms in his arms to find a more comfortable way to rest before closing its eyes. "Hold him and tell me you disagree."

[b4rren]

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact (bella) accepting @miidnighters

he's become aggressively astute at feeling when someone has noticed him. if he were feeling more self-aggrandizing, he might think it's the development of some sixth sense, but really it's just paranoia. when someone stares for too long, he usually knows what that means, except — there's a curve, there, to her eyes, that he has a hard time placing as something hostile.

he knows he'll look uncanny if he focuses, trying to read between the lines of her eyes from across the bar. blonde hair, blue eyes. both of them sharp against her backdrop. very suddenly hamza feels like he is the one being stared into. studied.