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[adriiicns]

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to put it simply, adrian was drunk. it wasn’t often that the pr manager found himself in such a state, more often concerned with his work than he was anything else, but there was something about the night that spurned the antics on. he had gone through drink after drink and shot after shot, but it wasn’t until that moment that he’d found himself leaving the bar, wandering up to a room that was not his own, but one that still felt even vaguely familiar to him. “ camila, mi amor, are you in there? ” he called out, slurring his words the slightest bit. “ i certainly hope you are. ”

[sofiiias]

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“ it’s so relaxing out here, don’t you think? ” she mused faintly, almost to herself instead of directed at anyone in particular. her toes curled in the sand, eyes shut for a moment. “ it almost makes me feel guilty, though. ” as if she was abandoning the people that needed her the most, as if it was wrong for her to be safe and comfortable while the citizens of the world lived in peril.  

[adriiicns]

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when she was pregnant, adrian basically treated her like a queen as often as he could. it drove him crazy that he couldn’t always be there, because work got in the way way more often than he cared for it to, so he’d just show up with all sorts of little things like fluffy new blankets or flowers or chocolates and just spend the nights basically wining and dining her, just without the actual wine, you know. because babies and all that.

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