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The worst part about this apartment had to the way that sound carried the place. It was small, barely enough for two people to cohabit. And worst of all, Ros’s nesting partner liked to talk. A lot. For someone who had searched for silence, she didn’t seem to be getting any at all. 

So, standing her roommate’s door (Izzy had taken the bedroom, and destined Ros to the Murphy bed in the living room; an arrangement the girl loathed) she put on her most saccharine smile. “So, did your....whatever really do that? Gosh, tell him it’s totally trashy and very unrealistic. And give him my love!” All meant as sarcasm; if she had to hear one more name, Ros would scream. 

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Pee sticks always has that point one percent chance of inaccuracy. And Abi had done the test ten times to remove the error. She had gone to her doctor, and now it was official; she was with child. It started with the missed periods; she wasn’t regular, but gosh darn it she couldn’t have skipped a month, now could she? And there were mood swings, things that Abigail did not see coming. 

The dreaded test results sat on her desk, and the brunette looked at them nervously. For the first time in her life, Abigail was hoping to fail a test. But no, she wasn’t going to panic. She wasn’t going to be that girl, who just needed the father of her baby. No, she was going to stand her ground, and if Kael wanted out, the door was right there. It was too soon to tell anyway, mostly because she had yet to break the news to him. 

Her phone beeped with a response from Kael and she groaned. Not a standard response, but this was not a standard situation anyway. Abi didn’t bother changing out of the clothes she was in as she opened her door for him. “That was...quick. Come inside, hey!” 

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If Nathan could have ever put his foot in his mouth, this situation was no better that. Taking the knife in his head, he looked down at the enemy, deciding what to do to them. Why did he volunteer to cook again? Right, because he was an idiot. It was a fact that he knew how to cook, but the Irish man hadn’t cooked in literal years. And Martha Stewart was making no easier on him either. 

But he promised Cady a date, and if anything; he was a man of his word. How hard could it be to make spaghetti Bolognese? Nathan had lost track of time as he cooked, until the door clicked open. Shit, he was supposed to pick her up.

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mia knew this was all kinds of wrong and that she’d be teased endlessly by her friends but she was still here. on a date with her lecturer, she was enjoying it too. he was cute and he made her laugh, to her it wasn’t a big deal. she smiles at him, hoping that he was enjoying the date too. “so, do ya’ wanna head back to mine? or are you calling it an early night?” mia liked to be cheeky. 

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Zander wasn’t sure what to make of this woman. Sure, she had the charm and the looks, but he wasn’t quite sure about the conversation that was flowing. Mostly because...he was drifting in and out of it. Distracted by her shapely legs, the sound of her voice and his overactive imagination. 

They were sitting at this airport bar, stranded perhaps. At least he was, in a city he wasn’t familiar with, and a layover that lasted longer than most. When he had caught her eye, there was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to get it on with her. The next closest thing to a mile high club. 

“I’m sorry but have I mentioned how pretty your eyes are?” 

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👕 - Nady

👕 One muse forces the other to wear ugly, matching christmas sweaters!

Blending in. Right, blending in. The US Marshal’s words were ringing in Nathan’s ears. He’d heard those sentences, more than once. But why is it so hard this time? Nathan never had a hard time pretending before; most times, it came easy to him. But this time, the factors had changed. He was falling for Cady, and maybe pretending wasn’t going to be easy anymore. So as he looked at the misshapen piles of woolen sweaters the Marshal had made them by from some weird store, he shook his head. Oh boy.

"Come on Cady, you can’t keep running away from this. Apparently, this town’s got some ugly sweater competition, and if we’re entering, you bet we’re winning with these gorgeous things!” At least he’d get something to antagonize her with for the holidays. “I’m telling you, this dumpster green one? You’ll look muy caliente!”

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🔥 - Abikael

🔥 Our muses drink hot chocolate and cuddle next to the fireplace!

The student center was a nice place to spend the evening when Abi wasn’t studying. It was nice to just listen to the humming of the student body as they milled about and laughed, enjoying the holidays before the grind of the semester began. Especially during the holidays, the girl was grateful for the noise the student center provided. Even though it was half empty, the workings of the cafe in the corner the only sounds, aside from the ebbing noises of a few other students. 

Abigail herself had chosen the seat closest to the faux fireplace they had installed, warming herself in the heat and waiting for Kael to bring their hot cocoa. She wasn’t quite sure why he was here for the holidays; Abi had stayed back because her moms were flying out of town, and they decided that maybe a Christmas away would do their relationship some good. So here she was, ready with blankets and especially ready to cuddle with Kael. Less people meant that less people were gonna see them together. “Ahh, you got me some extra cinnamon! Thank you!”