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[alphafight]

i swear you were designed as a person to annoy the living shit out of me

well ☝️🤓💆‍♂️🧠 it's good to have a purpose in life 😌💯🔥👑

[hexsreality]

Lyric Starter Post ⤷ Always Accepting!!

❝ If I could find you now, things would get better ❞

☽◯☾┄─ @alphabright || Yellowcard-Ocean Avenue ᗢ

[legion-transcendent]

@alphabright asked: " you texted me a long and incoherent text that held about 90% of the emoji list and about four different languages. figured it wouldn't hurt to drop by and see how you were doing. "

CARING FOR THE SICK PROMPTS.

   “I did?” David asks, eyes narrowing as he peers at Jeanne-Marie.

   For a guy who usually looks barely held together David isn’t looking great. The dark circles under his eyes are darker than usual. He’s not anywhere close to the same underfed physicality of his teenage self but it’s clear he hasn’t been eating or sleeping or even getting out much. Yes, food and sleep aren’t necessary to keep David alive, but it is good for him. Especially sleep. It’s his overactive mind that needs rest more than anything. The body can keep going indefinitely but it’s not good for him. Not that he’s one to care about himself all that much.

   He turns on his heels and stalks back into the dark of his apartment. David doesn’t attempt to turn any lights on or even be welcoming. He just leaves the door open, as if that’s enough of an invitation for Jeanne. He moves through the dark with ease, because he can see where everything is despite the drawn curtains and turned off lights. Night vision. Just one of his many abilities. It helps that there is nothing to trip over. In fact, the place is very bare, with only necessary furniture and anything he thought a living space would need. Nothing that says the place is a home, that says a person lives here.

   David stops at the counter and picks up his phone. It’s a flip phone. A dumb phone really. Just capable of sending the string of emoji’s he currently sees in his messages to Jeanne-Marie. He glowers at the message, with it’s French, English, Portuguese, and … maybe Russian.

   “I … don’t remember sendin’ this,” he says. Then comes a sigh and he mutters under his breath. “I guess someone decided we needed help. Fine.” David snaps his phone shut and turns to his guest. “Well … since y’ here. Tea?”

[couturecrystl]

“madame frost?” there’s a rapid two-finger knock at the pristine door, before the luminous speedster speaks again. “did you need me in particular or should i send in my brother instead?” though it's still work hours and aurora has been busy all morning, her hair has gotten loosen from the bun she'd tied up long ago, now falling in cascading black waves around her shoulders, covering up her pointed ears. “i was in the middle of something else, is all.”

"IF I WISHED for his presence, I would have simply requested it in the first place." Platinum blonde hair framed the perfectly sculpted face that observed Aurora from the further end of the room, pools of deep blue agate narrowed into shallow puddles before relaxing once more.

Bringing her cup to her lips, Emma allowed for her statement to dominate the silence now settled between them, eyes visible over the delicate rim. Every movement was a show of grace, even in this secluded office space -- EMMA FROST refused to be anything less than divine.

"I hear you're counselling." The diamond begins, gloved fingertip tracing rings around her teacup rim. "I have a list of candidates who would certainly benefit from your particular.."

A pause, coupled with an adventurous rove of her gaze.

"..Attitude."

[alphabright]

❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞

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Um... Okay. No funny business now, you hear?;;;