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KENNY DANTLEY.ᐟ who couldn't believe his luck. not only did he lose his car (not even his car) and he got stuck with someone like you, weird and mysterious you. but he needs all the help he can get and it happens to be you, sweet and strange you.

Kenny Dantley.ᐟ tries his best to get out more and find work that would help him see as much automobiles as much as possible. he needs to keep afloat here in vegas and he's grateful about your motor home. he also thinks its really cool. how you decorate it and keep it pretty and he's getting used to the sleazy vibe, cause hey vegas baby.

Kenny Dantley.ᐟ can't believe how much he finds himself getting heated. it doesnt compute in his head cause he's endured a lot more in his shitty high school in newhall california. but you? its like you can see his nerve endings plainly and know which one to poke and prod. his neck, up to his ears burn and he just answers back. it was banter, it was just that but he finds himself wanting to say something back so he can watch the way your lips move, hear your voice and keep your attention on him. Kenny Dantley.ᐟ likes the back talk. he loves the way you look at him with all kinds of expressions. the one where you squint your eyes him and your eyebrow furrow together or the one where you look like you're in absolute disbelief, likely because he said something crazy and now you're saying things back. he'll take it so long as you keep looking at him like that. Kenny Dantley.ᐟ doesn't mind picking you up when the attention is getting to him. sure, he loves bickering with you and snarking but he's also socially aware and he doesn't wanna be a nuisance. even if people don't care that they're making a fuss. he's got no problem just picking you up and hauling you to his shoulder to literally bring the conversation elsewhere.

Kenny Dantley.ᐟ lost the motel key. he didn't mean to and he can't even remember how he lost it in the first place but now he's got to wait for you to come back. oh the look of relief he gives you when you finally came home, you would've called thrown an insult his way if you didn't find the look in his face so cute. "c'mere." you tell him, shoving the key in the door so the both of you can finally unwind.

Kenny Dantley.ᐟ gets riled up about the smallest things. these sorta comments wouldn't phase him usually. it'd be water off his back like he's a duck. but when its you, gosh, he finds himself answering immediately. there was this one instance:

it happened in the morning, you were getting ready for your job ( both of you stopped figuring out which one is it this time with the frequent change) and you were taking out the curlers that have been sitting in your hair the whole night. you've got the uniform on and your makeup pouch was right in front of you while you glanced over at kenny who was reading the newspaper. he was just reading. minding his own business really and you shouldn't have but your mouth opens first before rationality could take you and it just spills outta you. "why do you sit like that?" you ask him as your hand rifles through the pouch to find your eyeshadow. "sit like what?" he answers, putting the newspaper down and he looks at you, then he watches you because he adores seeing you get all dressed up and pretty. then he remembers what you said and he wont let your prettiness distract him. you don't answer him. you're too focused in getting your makeup right but you can see him in your peripheral. the tell tale signs of him getting worked up and the newspaper rustling. the subtle way he's trying to sit better and straighten his back. oh you got him. he's already rattling off and you can't think of a better way to get ready in the morning.

Kenny Dantley.ᐟ loves seeing you smile. it's the only thing that he's ever come to appreciate here in vegas. he'll never tell you that but he doesn't like it when there isn't a smile on your face, he thinks its wrong. so wrong. it makes him spring into action to turn the frown upside down, so long as its within his power then he can try as much as he can to make it so.

Kenny Dantley.ᐟ looks at you like you're insane when you suggest working in those seedy and no-good scummy looking establishments. he gets it, you're gorgeous and you guys needed money but that? no. absolutely not. practically goes on a tirade about the kind of people who go there, the kind of services and how exploitative it is and the risk! oh god, the risk! he's practically laughing at the idea, the mere suggestion of it is completely insane to him. you remember it clearly:

you were telling him one night you guys were in a little motel. the motor home, as lovely as it was was beginning to feel cramped and you wanted to walk around, actually be in a proper room with four walls and doors and flooring. so you find one for the night and it's vegas, of course it was a bit...suggestive. the dark red curtains that have light paneling underneath the window that's got nice dim lighting and it bathes the room in a soft red glow. it was the softest light available in the room that wasn't bright punishing overhead light, so it'll have to do. you were wrapped up a nice night robe, the silky kind thats a little flimsy but you love it and you were looking at Kenny while he sat at the small bench on the foot of the bed. he's in his socks and he wears the day on his shoulders as anyone would after a full day but now it seems like its weighing on him. you eased into it, slowly, because the topic is sensitive and there's a lot to say; so you tell him. standing there at the bathroom, leaning on the door frame with the silky little thing fluttering at the top of your thighs. and oh the tirade he went on. and on and on. you listened, sort of. enough to understand his point, you heard it loud and clear, he doesn't want you working in those kinda places. alright, but he keeps dancing around the thing. the one beneath all the fuss. his feathers are too ruffled and he doesn't wanna say the thing at all so you made up your mind. you take the few steps towards him and you tug at the silk robe and let it fall off your shoulders before it falls down on the ground. you're left in just a simple pair of panties but it doesnt matter because he's looking at you and you can see how you've practically stolen the air from his lungs. "yeah? that's too bad..." you tell him, stepping in between his legs and your arms reach to rest your arms on his shoulders. your tilt your head and the soft red light catches your features beautifully. somehow, his speech has come to a stop a little awhile ago actually and now he can't find the words at all. "i guess i'll just show you the routine i had in mind." you tell him and his hands are reaching out to you, there's warmth to your sides and his fingers ghost over your skin and you watch him blink slow, you see in real time the way he processed the words and he slowly breaks out into a smile. "shut up." he tells you while he feels your weight on him and the mattress touches his back and he can't remember what he got himself so worked up about.

Kenny Dantley.ᐟ sulks and broods. he was here in vegas for one reason and he wants to take back what's stolen from him. it feels absolutely stupid every second he's here in vegas, without his car and he doesn't know how he's going to find it and he's just completely, lost. he wears his emotions plainly on him and it's times where he appreciates you the most. Kenny Dantley.ᐟ appreciates you. he truly does because he doesn't know who else he could possibly do this kind of, situation with but he's glad that its you. when his mood takes a left turn and it feels hopeless. you were there in your ridiculous and pretty outfits, painted face and your smile. he'll never forget that night:

he was sitting on the curb stop in the empty-ish parking lot. looking at nowhere in particular but his head would turn every time an engine roars a little too loud and he's reminded of the whole reason why he's here and he feels as if he's nowhere near accomplishing that. stupid. it was stupid. the whole thing. he doesn't even hear the motor home door open and close but suddenly he's sharing the curb stop with you. youre dressed up for the night, comfortable clothes, hair done in curlers and your face has that light sheen of the stuff you use that smells so nice. and you're looking at him and his view just focuses on you now and your lips are moving. "chin up baby. if you're gonna be miserable." you said, tilting your head to the side. "might as well enjoy the lights." you finish and you turn to look at the myriad of neon lights and the bright glitter glamour of vegas. he takes a moment to let the words settle but most of all, he was admiring your profile. your presence. your everything. the both of you stayed a little bit like that. your head rests on his shoulder as you lean on him and you just let yourselves be enchanted by the glittering lights tonight.

Kenny Dantley.ᐟ is creative. he's got a way with words and he's good with his hands which makes him a great employee in any establishment, they'd be lucky to have him. but sometimes the stuff he says to you, they spill out of his mouth before he could even think about what he's saying.

Kenny Dantley.ᐟ who told you that he'll haul you to the dozens of quick chapels. put a ring on your finger so you'd stop getting on his nerves. god what the fuck was he saying. but the words were out and he's looking at you and the back of his neck feels hot. he'll never forget the expression you gave him that day, it was perfect and the laughter that followed right after was delightful. Kenny Dantley.ᐟ heard you tell him plenty of times "to put his money where his mouth is" and the humor isn't lost on him at all because he doesn't have money in the first place. he looks at you exasperated and he follows it with a dry and sarcastic laugh, every time.

Kenny Dantley.ᐟ wants to find his car. more than anything. he really does and he's considered the thought, he hates that he did but on the smallest microscopic chance that he wouldn't find that corvette anymore. then he'll be alright here in vegas, he'll be fine as long as he's got you.

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This is yallt reminder to get yourself a locket of Mark. I got one of Kenny because he has my heart 🤍

I also have this photo of Kenny here on one of my blankies, so I guess I do get to sleep with him every night (in a way..)

And finally, I also have this printed out photo of Mark and I carry him around with me every day (he's also hanging up on one of my walls), so go and get yourself one too!

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