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          Paul swallowed hard and felt pain radiate through his jaw. He was... well, he was a little more fucked up than usual. Left eye swollen shut, split skin over his cheek and eyebrow so that blood ran down the side of his face. Two busted lips... That wasn’t even mentioning the bruised or broken ribs he surely had. Make-up was not going to cover this. He’d have to call in sick. He never called in sick. His only consolation was that he’d done as much damage as he had taken. With a grimace he pulled himself slowly off the bench and slung a dufflebag over his shoulder. First things first, he needed to get home. Maybe then he could call a physician.

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‘ everything is going to be fine. just agree with everything my mom says, don’t talk too much about anything that could possible get you in trouble, and the dinner will be over before you know it. ’ he’s adjusting his tie by the mirror for probably the twentieth time, because lord is he nervous. vaughn has this gut feeling that things are going to be very, incredibly, indescribably bad, things that involve his mother are always bad, but he can’t tell her that. ‘ we’ll be out of there in an hour, tops. ’

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                                      a stack of unmarked papers tucked beneath his left arm, chance steps out of the elevator and into the familiar hallway of his building. he inhales the scent and he’s thankful for it —- it’s refreshing after being trapped in the confined space of his office marking final papers all damn day long. alright, maybe not all day —— considering he’d dozed off twice, and on a third occasion opted for some coffee and CONVENIENTLY gotten lost on the way back to his office but he was still, his blue hues were sleep-ridden and his thoughts clouded under the desperate need for his bed. he’s trudging through the hallway, until his sullen eyes flicker across the figure sitting right across his door. his brows furrow in curiosity —- he’d seen her on multiple occasions, shared a brief ‘hello’, a ‘how’re you’ at most but when words seemed to fail the other and a bright pink blush crept into her cheeks, chance would offer her a small, endearing grin before walking off. ❛ s’everything okay ? ❜ he inquires in a low mumble before reaching to pull his keys from his pocket.