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( sms. ??? ) tempting offer ( sms. ??? )  better offer, come give me a strip tease while i finish paperwork

( ✉ → sms :: hoo boy ) I’m offering to let u lick tomato sauce off of me and ur wanting a strip tease?

( ✉ → sms :: hoo boy ) actually I’m offering full on sex here

( ✉ → sms :: hoo boy ) where are ur priorities?

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⚖ + jo

“I dun know when it happened but I’ve kinda always had a crush on Jo. I shouldn’t have. A man like that was so far out'a reach fer someone like me. Maybe that had somethin'ta do with it. I didn’t have'ta worry ‘bout hidin’ from it because he already knew an’ ev'rythin’ was right there in front'a him an’ he knew all 'bout it. It made the teasin’ easier an’ our friendship seem like that instead'a twisted'ta shite like I tend'ta get with other men. Then it got complicated due'ta alcohol an’ I was left unaware of what'ta do. It wasn’t like it meant anythin’, right?? He was just pissed…an’ then he was doin’ his job as a mate the next day. But I’m obviously barmy 'cause I couldn’t help but want this new addition'ta our relationship an’ in good, Kit trademarked fashion, I ignored him until I couldn’t anymore. I wanted'ta enter the New Year startin’ fresh but also I’ve given it a lot'a thought. Jo is surrounded by people who love him an’ dun waste his time bein’ confusin’. Maybe ’s better if we go back'ta the way we used'ta be. M'crush was inconvenient enough, wasn’t it?? No need'ta make it harder. I can ignore how it feels; I just really want m'mate back.”

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New Years Eve || Kit & Jo

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The weeks following the excitement of the party had been filled with a great deal of emotional stress on the kindergarten teacher. He still had work to accomplish well into the Christmas season considering New York schools didn’t get out early for the holiday. Then, he had to deal with wrapping up his shopping, decorating, and making sure everyone around him was alright. He didn’t have time to focus on himself. How he was doing on a personal basis never really came up; that is, until his conversation with one Detective James Mason. He’d tried not to think about how careless he’d been and how his own childish preconceptions had blinded him from seeing the proverbial scribbling of middle school crushes in his notebook as counterproductive to maintaining adult relationships. Kit had managed to over-complicate a friendship by going to Jo for comfort the day after the accident, and then not even bothering to contact him again after he’d gotten what he wanted. It was cold, but the tenderness he was shown that day had thrown him off, making the innocence of a simply physical crush deepen into something he didn’t want to touch. This made the teacher keep the detective beyond arm’s reach. He even sent his Christmas gift by James: a forty dollar gift card to Starbucks because he knew he consumed caffeine like it was going out of style. Now, with the confidence the lie of ‘new year experiences’ wrapped tightly around his heart, Kit set out to make things right. He could bring in this new year with Jo no longer receiving the cold shoulder, right?

( ✉ → sms :: hoo boy ) hey would u like to come over and watch the ball drop with me maybe?

( ✉ → sms :: hoo boy ) no pressure I promise

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👀 + from jo

Kit had woken up two hours early for work to an empty bed, much like he did everyday. Something jabbed harshly through the pit of his stomach as he remembered that it had only been days since it wasn’t so cold. That night, he’d awoken to the slightly uncomfortable weight of an arm slung over his middle, and the most glorious warmth ever permeating against his bare back. He was touch starved, desperate and in need of the quickest fix to replenish his comfort in being alone. However, his sobriety made him much more of a coward.

The man sighed as he pushed off of the bed. The small hairs on his calves stood to attention at the chilly air of a New York winter, and an itch grew at the base of his hips. He had to pee. It took little time for him to cross through his house and empty his bladder, then he set forth to doing his morning ritual. It was still too early, but once he’d woken up, he couldn’t function unless they were all completed. The pill bottles of various medications were arranged in alphabetic order, removed from the cabinet, and rearranged by size. He flushed the toilet three times with no contents in it. He replaced the shower curtains. Then, he exited the bathroom.

Somewhere in the meticulousness of his routine, he’d somehow forgotten to pull his trunks back up the globe of his ass and it wasn’t until he reached for his Wednesday coffee cup that he realized he was naked. His arms lifting up to grab the desired item off of the shelf had caused his shirt to ride up, revealing much more of himself to the air than he cared to share with the, presumably, friendly ghosts of his apartment.

A crash noise sounded behind him and Kit turned quickly, free hand having already grabbed onto one of the steak knives on the cutting board he used to dice tomatoes for is morning omelette. He didn’t know how to use one as a weapon, but whomever waltzed into his house was in for—Joseph. The detective stood on the opposite side of the counter, hand outstretched but empty. “Uh,” Kit started, confusion crossing over his features. “Mornin’ officer.” It was all he could manage before his cheeks started to burn feverishly.

“I’m returning your keys.”

The words felt miles away, but Kit nodded anyway, moving from the comfort of his kitchen into where it spilled into the living room. Blue eyes searched over Jo’s form, but his keys weren’t present. An awkward cough escaped the detective and both sets of eyes looked down to see them in laying between their feet. “Ah. I’ll get those.” Kit was just about to bend down to get them when Jo moved first. A second later, another cough escaped the man and it seemed to dawn on Kit that in that moment, both had forgotten about the teacher’s lack of bottoms. “Oh god!!” he exclaimed before rushing off. 

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📝 ( for jo )

Send me📝 and my muse will reveal their thoughts about your muse.

Their first impression: “Those are the longest eyelashes a person could possibly have.”Their current impression: “He is probably gonna kill me.”What they like the most about your muse: “He’s much more cheeky than I imagined.”What they dislike the most about your muse: “His access’ta guns?? I stole his car.”What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.): “…”A general opinion of their relationship: “I’m not sure; honest. B’fer all this, it was pretty simple. I contained the gay an’ he made me laugh. Now, the gay’s unleashed an’ he made me moan. ‘S enough’ta give a man whiplash.”If applicable, something they wish to reveal: “…I dun want’ta go back’ta what we were b’fer, but I’m scared’a where we’re headed.”

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The Morning After || Kit & Jo

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The tears and gut-wrenching sadness took hours to grow accustomed to, but eventually Kit found a seat within his subconscious in the hole his parents had left for him. Then, it became easy to allow his constitution to settle into the prospect of future loneliness should he lose a friend before the sun arose. Sighing as his head lulled back in the waiting room chair, he pulled out his phone. Kit scrolled through the messages, replied to a few, and then he had a revelation. Fingers frantically searched for a contact. A few seconds later, and the phone was ringing from the outgoing call to ‘Hoo Boy’. Once the incessant bell noise stopped, the teacher didn’t even wait to hear a voice. “Hey, uh, b’fer ya say anythin’, what yer smellin’ is what I honked up earlier—No relation’ta what we did. It was great,” he started. A small exhale from his noise sounded soon after, but other than, there was no break in his one-sided conversation. “Finn and Ophelia were shot last night an’ I’m at the hospital—Oh!! I stole yer car. Wow; that’s illegal. I am not off’ta a good start here, am I?? Are you there??”

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( ✉ → sms :: hoo boy ) how punishable an offense is it if I stole Mr. Denning’s phone during our lunch hour?

( ✉ → sms :: hoo boy ) hypothetically speaking