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“Here...” A yawn followed as he set a freshly brewed mug of coffee down in front of Adyan. The early Sundays they spent together always threw him off. No matter how much of a ritual it’d become the past few months. “Ya’d think I know better than to sleep at 2am every fuckin’ weekend by now.” More tired grumbling. Mostly to himself. But he knew he’d never bother to change his schedule.

He took a seat opposite the other. “Now I’m ready to listen.” He took a drink of his own coffee before attempting to fully focus on Adyan. “What’s this about your next great idea? I like how things are goin’. No need to change what’s already great.”

Makos wasn’t much of a publicity person. It seemed like too much effort to actively work to get people to like you. People would either like his work or not. It was that simple. “If I have to take any pictures for it or make a rehearsed public statement, ‘m out.”

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🌺 // makos + adyan, p.s. will forever be looking :c

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“It’s not a big deal.” Makos gently curled in one of the leaves before letting it go and putting his hands in his pockets instead. “Her studio sent ‘em to me to celebrate the release goin’ so well. Not sure why. I really doubt I look like the kinda guy to go crazy over flowers.” His studio wasn’t exactly vibrant. Nor was his home, so they wouldn’t fit in. The arrangement was a nuisance if nothing else-- he’d have to water it until he died and then go through the trouble of feeling bad when he had to dispose of them. Might as well give it to someone who would appreciate them. “I figured you’d like ‘em instead.” He looked over the giant puff of red, yellow, and orange to Adyan and made sure to sound as bored and flat-toned as possible. “Y’know. Since you like flashy things.” It was just recycling. Casual. He really shouldn’t have felt so self-conscious about it. Maybe a part of it was that he knew Adyan would always playfully give him shit for it. Which was... fine? Makos was trying not to smile now. Dammit. “I already threw out the l’il thank you card, so sorry that’s not included.”

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+ "Who did this?"

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Find wasn’t the most accurate word. Makos had driven to the Starbucks as fast as the speed limit and his knowledge of lurking police vehicles allowed him to. But he could care less about parking when he actually got there. Let some asshole leave an angry note on his windshield.

“Adyan-” He hadn’t meant to brush so harshly past the employee once the door was unlocked. He’d thank her properly later for letting his friend stay in and wait for him even though the dine-in area was technically closed for the night. “What happened?” It seemed like a stupid question once he got a better look at the other. Makos bristled before quickly reminding himself that this wasn’t about him. He could be angry later. For now he let out a tense sigh and stepped closer to try to pinpoint exactly where Adyan had been hurt. But it was hard to tell. And that only pissed him off more. Seeing Adyan anything but their extremely put-together self just highlighted even more what happened.

He had to take another breath to calm himself down. “Christ... Who did this?” Makos wanted nothing more than to reach out, but remained acutely aware they weren’t alone and that this was already risky enough. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.”