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"you can't just run off like that without telling me ."
Adem Karakaş ( he/him ) is a cisgender man, thirty-six year old actor who has been living in Moorbrooke for two weeks. They were born on December 9th and right now, they are currently residing in Primrose Avenue. It has been said that they look suspiciously like İlhan Şen and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose Starboy by The Weeknd.
"be on your best behavior tonight , i’m not in the mood to clean up any of your messes .”
who: @xallmywolvesx -- tobias min where: toby and cass’s house, Coppingfield Crescent
It was as if he’d stepped through a portal to the past rather than the front door, Adem realized. So little had changed in the years that had passed. The walls still had the same peeling paint. Even the couch with its faded cloth was the same. Something about it eased the tension that had twisted in Adem’s gut ever since he’d returned. It was almost as if no matter how far he went, Toby’s house would be here, a testament to the people they’d been before.
“So,” Adem began, resting back against the couch, head lolling to the side as he watched Toby move around. “It’s been two weeks and you haven’t even texted me once to welcome me home. I’m a little offended.”
“i can’t help you if you won’t let me .”
"are you asking for an ankle monitor ?"
who: andrej @candydripping where: where ever you want
Adem rolled his shoulders. He was in desperate need of a massage. He carried tension in his shoulders and his neck, he knew, but in the time he’d been back home, he’d yet to find someone he trusted enough to work on him. All he needed was for some untrained person to tweak his neck in the middle of a back alley massage. What he needed was to go back home -- to the sunshine, to his own space, but that wasn’t possible just yet. “So,” Adem turned to the man besides him -- a stranger, but that meant little in the grand scheme of things. “What’s there to do in this god forsaken town?”