#* parker.

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   “ oi, don’t look at them like that, will you? “ maybe leo shouldn’t be getting so protective of the other, especially in a public bar — but he can’t help it. 

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     ❛ YOU — yes, YOU, ME. LET’S FIGHT. i’ll take you down in a matter of MINUTES, i don’t know why i wanna fight you, but something in my GUT is telling me i just — I GOTTA. ❜ a five foot six blond, shaking his fists at the other, much taller group, is quite the sight indeed. and oh, he’s very much serious about the fight. he’ll kick anybody’s ass. he’ll kick YOUR ass. he’ll kick your dog’s ass. he’ll kick his own ass. hardcore.

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      INSECURITY, by definition, it means uncertainty or anxiety about oneself. parker should know, he’s looked up the definition one too many times just to be sure himself. perhaps it’s the lack of confidence the small male suddenly feels in every single part of himself ; the way nothing feels right, everything just is wrong, wrong, wrong! but he can’t be too certain. seeping into the blankets that curl around his body, he stares at the white plain walls that have a slight orange tint to them — the sun must be setting at that point. the room felt empty, dark, alone — he’s alone. for awhile, that is, pondering to himself what the other options could be, what else he could do to make himself better as if it was that easy to simply alter himself. well, he could try. but his body suddenly lurches at the sound of the door giving a gentle ‘click’, teary eyes suddenly focusing their already blurry vision on the door that slowly creeps open. “ yeah ? “

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     it’s probably it’s one of those heat of the moment kind of things. there are people in every corner, every inch of the room with the lights above flashing and making the room look colorful rather than the normal white, bland walls. the music blares loudly, the same beat going over and over again — it’s distracting to most, but not him. his eyes are zoned in on the other in front of them, their foreheads pressed together; his arms tugging them closer — this isn’t necessarily ROMANTIC to him, but it’s something. ❛ we should leave soon, i’d rather be alone with you. ❜ voice barely audible over the music, parker tries his best to get the message to the other.

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    he’s been waiting, patiently. he’s usually not this patient, but it’s just after one of their shows, and he’s stuck in the dressing room. it kind of smells like cologne and boy, not that parker minds much. just as he’s about to get up and check to see if anyone’s actually going to come, but the door knob makes a noise indicating someone’s coming in — so he throws himself back on the couch. casual.

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+ dcwnpour.

          parker hesitates for a moment, unsure of whether he wants to knock on the door of the hotel room or not. he stares at the white door, it’s almost menacing the more the silence goes on. from the inside, he can hear them, chatting. shoving one hand into his pocket, he tries to regain his rather ‘cool’ composure before knocking.  ❛ ash — ? luke ? ❜

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      ❛ YOU — THE TREE MEN, ME. LET’S FIGHT. i’ll take you down in a matter of MINUTES, i don’t know why i wanna fight you, but something in my GUT is telling me i just — I GOTTA. ❜ a five foot six blond, shaking his fists at the other, much taller group, is quite the sight indeed. and oh, he’s very much serious about the fight. he’ll kick anybody’s ass. he’ll kick YOUR ass. he’ll kick your dog’s ass. he’ll kick his own ass. hardcore.