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[mctamorphxsis]

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with seven assignments due, less than a month to get them done and a shit load of things they needed to take of - leon and ronni had decided that the entire day should be dedicated to playing video games. it wasn’t that they didn’t want to do their work, it was that they had come to the mutual agreement that they wouldn’t be productive until they knew who was officially the ‘king of fifa’. they were seven games deep after their initial ‘best to three’ had extended to ‘best to ten’ when one of them didn’t get the result they wanted. 

half time had descended upon the pair and all day it had been clear that something was up with leon. most of the time when leon was in a foul mood it was because of josiah and this time was no different. the pair bickered so much people had stop being concerned. but their latest argument had been particularly bad, so bad that leon had broken up with him and was sure that he meant it this time. “bro can i ask you a question and you can’t laugh.” 

he put down his controller and turned to face ronni. during the short time he had known ronni he had become a real bro, they fist bumped every day, shared meals together and picked up girls together. “and i fucking mean it.” his brown eyes flickered across ronni’s and let a sigh stretch from his chest out into the space between them. his head dipped and a curl brushed his forehead. “is my chest so big that it makes my head look really fucking small?”

[mctamorphxsis]

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to say that running for congress was alfie’s idea would have been a lie, and if you were to ask him if he had a large hand in his campaign strategy it also would have been a lie. he knew that politics was a sham, but in the few weeks he had actively participated in it, he realised the true depth of it’s duplicity and found himself wondering why he had ever bothered casting a vote in his life. however, this was something he no longer had to worry about - and in fact, he didn’t have to worry about much. he had looked over his campaign strategy, suggested a few changes which were unsurprisingly implemented before approving it. he learned very quickly that a lot of people involved in politics were sociopaths and didn’t actually know how to appeal to normal human beings. 

did he think it was all very shallow? yes. did he think that as an elected government official for the most part he would stand for nothing except his own gain? yes. and did he care? absolutely not. it hadn’t been long since alfie started his campaign. it was as smooth running as any campaign could be when you were backed by multiple millionaires and a billionaire father. for the most part he sat back and relaxed, updated his social media every so often and sometimes spoke to the people of his district. 

he had no complaints. alfie sat comfortably in his campaign office. a large, modern office space fit for a tech company or even a presidential campaign, which was located in one of the obnoxiously large buildings that his father conveniently owned and kindly donated to alfie. a lot of the things in his life were changing rapidly, a few things stayed the same and for better or for worse - yessica was one of those few constants. when she walked into his office, he smiled at her and held out his hand for the documents in hers.

a few days ago he asked cindy to do a campaign wardrobe for yessica as a way of saying thank you for her loyalty and seeing the result was almost laughable. “i must say, cindy really did well with your wardrobe, but it is very... conservative... should i talk to her?”

[mctamorphxsis]

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“listen lars.” their tributes had retired to their rooms to do whatever careers did these days, maybe talk to themselves in the mirror to convince themselves they were hot shit, either way, it left miriam and lars alone. and miriam had a bone to pick. to most people it would seem ridiculous that miriam hardly ever ran into lars in district one, but if she was honest, she didn’t particularly like lars that much and had a particular talent for avoiding unsavoury people. so now that she was face to face with the complete nuisance she mentored herself all those years ago, she could feel a migraine brewing. “i’m not your mother, and i won’t act like it either.” 

miriam hated to nag, she really did, but when a serious topic was about to be brought up, she couldn’t help it. “but i’m letting you know now we are not having a repeat of last games. do you know how embarrassing it was when we kept matching outfits by ‘accident’” she held up her fingers in air quotes for ‘accident’ because she was still sure lars had done it to antagonise her. “heels and all lars. i’m simply not having it.”

[agapihq]

*loud incoherent yelling*