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[zoopsiii]

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[alikwrites]

bathtime is in many ways my ideal lolilo episode. lighthearted shenanigans that reveal truths about characters and relationships, hilarious partially improvised group scene, crumbs of pedrazar, and just a littllllle bit of well-timed angst at the end

[wolfavens]

II. the runner & the sunflower girl

[victorianorphan]

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[dangeroustonight]

{Open Starter}

Eight.

It must be eight. Who'd ever heard of a seven-legged spider before. Ridiculous. It just wouldn't do. But perhaps if luck was on his side, and if he stayed sharp, he would soon complete his masterpiece...

It was a Friday night, and the bar was populated by the usual sorts; chummy coworkers celebrating the end of the workweek, world-weary men and women attempting to drown their memories, lonely hearts hoping desperately for some spontaneous companionship, and others who were all too eager to grant those wishes.

A lone figure stood out amongst the crowd, despite his best efforts to remain inconspicuous as he occupied the stool at the far end of the bar. Dressed head to toe in black, he seemed right at home in the shadows, his leather-clad back hunched over the stained surface of the bar, his brow knit in concentration as he scribbled away on a cocktail napkin. He was so engaged by his drawing and his thoughts that it took him a moment to notice that someone was now occupying the seat beside him, and his black-rimmed eyes widened in surprise before he spoke.

"Oh, I don't recall seeing you here before, can I buy you a drink?"

[maybearobot-witu]

"While I agree that Spinel merits sympathy, I do not think it is fair to cast all the blame on Pink. Did it not occur to anyone that destroying an entire innocent planet might be an overreaction. "

With all due respect, Pink could've explained why she doesn't want to be friends or her love cause it was overbearing or something. Let her be individual and learn how to make other friends that would understand Spinel, and love her, and appreciate her, and always be there for her. Instead of, Idk, ABANDONING HER FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS FOR A COLONY THAT SHE DIDN'T EVEN FINISHED CAUSE SHE REALIZED SHE JUST WANTED, get this, FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE.

Also, Spinel still would have the mindset of 6,000 years ago, and no doubt knew about planets being killed so more gems could be created. Diamonds and gems practically destroyed innocent planets for fun

[peonysimmer]

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“You go grab the next round, I’ll snag us a booth,” Haleigh says, once they’ve finished talking to yet another one of her friends. 

They’ve been at the club for no less than half an hour and they’ve easily run into at least five people she knows. Zack’s been introduced to them all, and he smiled and nodded politely during conversation while sipping on the whiskey Haleigh forced on him, all the while wishing that the clocks could find a way to speed up so he can be free of the crowd. Unsurprisingly Haleigh is in her element, mingling with literally anyone who crosses her path; so he’s not really shocked when he turns around from the bar, drinks in hand, to find that she’s being chatted up by some guy who’s obviously trying to shoot his shot. 

He pauses at the end of the bar, unsure if she’d want him to interrupt or if he should hang back, the dude’s admittedly pretty good looking, as far as Zack knows he could be Haleigh’s type.

“I wouldn’t worry about him,” a female voice says as he’s mulling over his options. 

To his right is a familiar blonde, they’d been introduced earlier but he can’t remember much from that brief conversation. 

She gives him a little knowing smile, and says teasingly, “It’s Hanna. Jack, right?”

“Zack, actually,” he corrects, but he’s pretty sure she knew that already. “You were saying?”

Hanna tilts her head towards the booth where Haleigh and the guy are talking. “That you shouldn’t worry about that guy chatting her up because she’s clearly not into it.”

Zack’s brows raise in surprise and he pins her with a quizzical stare. “What makes you think that?”

“What? That you’re worried or that she’s not having it?” she asks with a playful grin as she adjusts her skirt.

Zack huffs and rolls his eyes, taking a long sip of his drink. The whiskey burns all the way down and tastes like jet fuel, he doesn’t know why Haleigh likes it so much. Hanna is staring at him expectantly, looking way too amused for his liking and he doesn’t want to give her the satisfaction, but damn if he’s not just the slightest bit curious to hear her reasoning. 

With a long suffering sigh that she no doubt can’t hear over the noise of the club, he turns to her and asks, “What makes you think she isn’t interested?” 

“Simple,” she replies as she plops down onto the barstool and swivels around to observe the couple in question. “Body language. Observe,” she says with a gesture of her hand, “notice how straight she’s sitting, super rigid, hands folded, minimal eye contact, she’s not giving him anything,” she assesses. 

Despite feeling a little awkward about it, Zack does as she says and studies the way Haleigh’s sitting and finds that she’s right, she does seem tense. 

Just as he’s about to grab their drinks and head over to step in, Hanna grins at him over her shoulder and adds, “It might interest you to know that she’s the exact opposite when she’s with you.” 

“You’ve been studying us?” 

She shrugs. “I have a degree in psychology and I like to people watch,” she says easily, like that perfectly explains her behavior. “She’s very affectionate with you, it’s like she has to be touching you whenever you’re around.”

“That’s just how she is with people,” he says dismissively, but much to his dismay he can feel the tips of his ears heating up. He tries not to let that comment get to him, when it comes to Haleigh he knows more than some random psychologist at a bar. Haleigh’s been incredibly tactile since they met, it’s a part of her personality. And he knows how it must come off to people on the outside, but he’s never cared, still doesn’t. If this girl thinks Haleigh’s constant touching means something else than the two of them must not be that close.

“Is it?” she challenges. 

Before he can reply she swivels on her stool once again and grabs her clutch off the bar counter. “Well, it looks like she’s wrapping things up over there, so I’ll leave you to it.” She hops off the stool and with a wink says, “See you around, Jack,” before sauntering off to another group further down.

 He doesn’t have enough time to process that whole interaction before Haleigh’s appearing in front of him with an exasperated look on her face. She grabs her glass off the counter and throws it back like it’s not pure fire before pinning him with a glare.

“You could have saved me from that, you know,” she says, jerking her thumb towards the guy from before, who seems to have moved on to another girl.

“Sorry, I’ll do better next time,” he promises as he tries to shake off his previous conversation.

“You better,” she warns. “Anyway, you buzzed enough to dance with me yet?” 

She doesn’t seem that interested in an answer, instead she loops her arm around his and starts tugging him towards the dance floor before he can get a word out.

“I guess I have to be, huh?”

She smiles widely, white teeth gleaming in the aqua light. “That’s the spirit.”