#exsolutoque

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@exsolutoque

“My dude, is that not just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” Is he tearing up? What is he looking at? Who knows.

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“Look, I’m just-- I’m here for the plasma and the music. I don’t-- That’s all a vamp wants, okay?” 

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Scott smiles wide, opening his arms to wrap Hernando in a tight embrace. He He buries his face in the artist’s cheek, kissing his neck softly. “Hey, Nando. I couldn’t wait to see you anymore. Hope you’re not harboring some guy in your place now, because I was banking on sleeping in your bed.” He joked, kissing Hernando’s cheek.

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@exsolutoque–––––STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

“This ain’t really my area a expertise pal but...I could do m’best...I mean it seems kinda weird even fer some a th’shit ‘ve done.”

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     he hasn’t seen bishop since their illicit night together. it’s not that he’s      been avoiding the other ( not residing on earth makes it fairly easy      not to run into people ) but likewise, he hasn’t actively sought him out.      part of him almost hopes that the other was too drunk to remember      him. it’s always better like that. ❝ hi, bishop. ❞

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Hernando groans and rubs at his head, very much aware of both his banging headache and the feeling of cold metal rubbing against his forehead. Wait. Cold metal? Hernando sits up suddenly, looking at the cheap wedding ring on his finger. Head swimming from both hangover and confusion, he looks around the room only to see the bare ass of another. Brows furrow in confusion - who the hell is that guy? - before he looks down at his own body. He’s wearing nothing but a t-shirt. Nothing. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

Stiles falls out of bed the moment he wakes up. In sleep he had already been leaning half off the bed, head hanging down, while the rest of his body was still on the bed. He flails and cursesas he hits the ground, hissing when that makes a blinding headache come alive suddenly. “Oh fuck.” He hisses, holding his head in his hands. But just there, as he had raised his hands, something had shone at him in the light. He frowns, carefully lowering his hand, and then just hisses again. “This has to be a fucking joke.” 

But then he hears a noise, and looks up so quickly, it makes his vision swim for a few long seconds. “At least you’re cute. -- And hot.” Stiles mumbles blearily as he takes in the man on the bed, head resting against the night stand behind him. . He was just not aware enough to really process what this all meant. 

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my name is andrew. my mum wanted to name me antoine but couldn't spell it.

ur mum is me

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                            “Look, I know maybe staying up all night to do this wasn’t the best idea, but it’s turned out great.” A large painting was set out in front of him, he had stayed up for hours finishing it, correcting and doing every little detail of the image. He had truly put his full effort into it, a passion project if you’d call it that surely. 

        “On a totally unrelated note, I’m out of coffee.”