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❛ Jesus hot sauce Christmas cake, this is fucking unbelievable. ❜

“That’s a pretty imaginative curse.” Will crooks an eyebrow as he pulls the lapels of his jacket in, staring up at the big ‘CLOSED FOR BUSINESS’ sign that decorated the door of the ice cream parlour they had walked three blocks in the cold to get to. “I was worried this would happen.” He pouts as he looks through the store window, trying to catch an employee in the midst of packing up, wanting an explanation as to why the place, one of his favourites, had reached the end of it’s lifespan. “There never was that many customers whenever I dropped by.” He pouts. 

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@geegigi (c)

Willam’s query has her tilting her head from side to side in a quiet inspection of his hair, a soft humming sound of contemplation forming in her throat while doing so. On a first observation, the length wasn’t all too bad to make an attempt at making something out of it but the first thought which crosses Gigi’s mind has her falling in a sudden fit of laughter. It’s too late for her to hide it from him but she does try to bring it to a quicker ending by drawing in her bottom lip between her teeth, eyebrows knitting just a little in what she hoped would be a stare conveying a silent apology. “I can try, Willam, I can try. I can’t promise you it will be the masterpiece it is with girls’ hair, but I can assure you I won’t ruin those locks of yours. How’s that sound?”

Willam suddenly feels shy under the inspection, and the laughter soon has his cheeks burning red as he contemplates if he’s done something embarrassing, or he’d fallen asleep drunk and one of the twins had shaved a rude word into the back of his head. Would they do that? He isn’t entirely sure they wouldn't. The apologetic stare is slight consolation- he knows Gigi and her kind heart wouldn’t have embarrassed him on purpose nor think anything particularly nasty about him. “Sounds good enough for me.” He says with a cough as the last of his blush drains away. “To be honest, I just like the feeling of people doing my hair. And it’s at an awkward length- I’m not so good with styling it beyond shoving it up in a hat.”

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@hminjae (c)

“Alright bro, if I’d known you were the preacher’s son I wouldn’t have said anything.” He says, rubbing a knuckle against his eye as he gestures up to the television with his elbow. “’Sides, I’m not performing today. I don’t really come on these shows, they’re not my scene and I’m not theirs.. I’m here with Buns,” He looks at the screens himself as the footage of said silver-haired rapper plays back to the waiting room. “So there’s no need to be so uppity. You don’t have to bother yourself running to fetch me anything. I can take care of myself. And your little boyband is due on soon, and you wouldn’t want to make them wait.”

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@sodefsoul (c)

A surprise fire drill had the two standing in the biting morning cold just outside of Crown and the much needed gusts of wind were both a blessing and a curse. To say the least, Jay was severely under dressed but it did help to wake him up a little except he could slowly feel the cold settling in his very bones. Sure, those present in the company just a little after sunrise were standing huddled together but it hardly helped granted the occasional strong chill would cut his breath, the second time having it gained a sharp gasp from him. It so happened Willam was there to hear it and a part of him was quite pleased the younger didn’t make a joke from it but instead, put forth the suggestion of having an impromptu competition. Anything to distract them from the cold and Jay immediately perks up, brows raised while keeping his arms tightly folded over his chest. “What are we betting on ‘cause I’m feeling pretty lucky this morning so count me in.”

Will pulled his sweater tighter around his body, trying to protect himself against the nippy air. He’s competitive as they come, and he’s not entirely sure how long he can hold his breath for, having never really needed to test his limits in that area, but bravada is 90% of the journey to victory (a statistic he has just made up entirely) and so the bet was on. “The cafe is open around this time, right? loser buys breakfast, winners’ pick.” A hot drink would not go amiss around about now, and hot food would be heaven. “So, rules first. No breathing out your nose, no sabotage, no hitting, kicking or otherwise physically contacting the other in order to get them to breath out.” He stops for a second, thinking. “And no passing out.”

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"Cola is being weird again and asked me if we could just have rice and water for dinner before going out tonight. I think he's mad at me because I said that isn't the stable diet for a stable person."

“He’s a fussy eater, it’s better to cater to him or he’ll just not eat.” He says. looking at his phone, reading texts from said starry eyed rapper complaining about Romeo’s refusal to let him eat what he wants to eat. “I worry about his eating habits, but he has a lot of different food fears. Like he can’t eat garlic bread, because he feels like it makes his insides smell bad. To be honest, I’m not 100% convinced he is a stable person.” Will snorts.

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@meoades (c)

☠     is that what you and east say to each other before you take showers to conserve water?

“no, we usually quote the sound of music and dance to ymca.”