#i:todd

[fcreverlasting]

starter: winston & avani ( @yourcinluv & @grxndvoile ) location: tommyland, penny park

it's sweet, how todd thinks his presence is enough to counter what's likely bubbling in avani towards winston since that post went live. hand curled around winston's elbow, to stop him from running away, his own body subtly angled a little closer to her just in case. "avani, perfect. you're offensively honest, and right now, I think we're probably equal on your shit list." they're both soggy at best, long since dunked, todd's hair flat against his forehead. he pushes it back with his spare hand. "settle a debate for us. this moron says without my hair, he's taller. I say I don't need my great hair, it just emphasises the difference." his lips draw tight. "should we stand back to back?"

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starter: tabby ( @rainbowxsouls ) location: outside summer library

"hey, fancy seeing you here," almost exactly where they'd met, just outside the doors instead of within, "you haven't become one with the worms yet, then?" didn't she say something about shoelaces, too? he hadn't understood a great deal of it, but the conversation had flowed so well regardless. he's not so sure about this time around, though, their mention on the gossip post the devil on one shoulder. unfortunately, todd handles it the only way he knows how. bluntly, with wrinkles tugging at his brows. "not sure who spins a story better these days, me or salma. we should get her in the writer's room when we pitch that star wars workplace comedy we were talking about. you saw it, I assume?"

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starter: honey ( @earlyblues ) location: open mic night, rhythm & waves festival grounds

“ah, hades,” she’s lucky to get a nod in greeting, “you just missed persephone; I think he just finished weeping, if you wanted to swoop in and take him back to your lair in the underworld.” he’s perceptive enough to be able to tell something is off about her, but doesn’t care enough to think about it any further than that. “i’d actually really appreciate a quiet night tonight, if you’d like to do hephaestus a favour.”

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starter: owen ( @yourcinluv ) location: summer library

He really should consider shutting his mouth every so often. It's almost like every time his wounds heal, he has to get fresh ones, remind himself he can still feel. The worst part is that the library probably doesn't even crack the top five dumbest, most ill-fitting places he's tried to start a fight. "Hey, I've heard the next book in that series is really good." He starts, leaning against the counter as the man returns his latest read, one hand suspiciously behind his back. "Read that one myself and just had to pick the next one up as soon as possible."

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starter: winter ( @yourcinluv ) location: cider point general

"Sir, with all due respect, I think it's fairly obvious I don't have time for this right now." The nurse behind the counter is right not to tell him anyone's whereabouts, but that doesn't make it any less frustrating. Between that, the blood in his mouth and the stinging, well, everywhere, he's sure he must sound ( and look ) insane. "We're old friends, hang on." He digs into his pocket for his phone, knuckles brushing on the denim. It must've cracked when he fell. One of the times anyway; he just hopes it's all the screen protector. He's about to give up on his photo gallery and just start begging when he spots her, coming out into the lobby with a coworker, and for a moment, he regrets coming. "Thanks." He gives the nurse a tight lipped smile, struggles with both that and literally swallowing down his worries. She's going to see him like this, but at least she'll hear what happened from him. "Winter... Have you got a minute?"

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starter: brett ( @earlyblues ) location: somewhere along electric avenue

Todd's been sitting on this for too long, letting his rage fester. And he'd tried to let it go, he really had, but every time he thinks of Winter crying, opening up to him of all people, white-hot anger rushes through his veins again and before he knows it he's marching down to Little Theater, the only place he knows to find him, and catching who he assumes to be Brett leaving work. He steps in front of him, blocking his path, jaw tight. "Brett, right?"

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starter: beatriz ( @pastlifc ) location: somewhere down electric avenue

"What the fuck is this." It isn't a question, partially because he already knows what the fuck she's handed him, and partially because he doesn't really want her to actually answer and make it real. If he pinches himself, is there a chance it won't hurt? That he'll wake up safe and sound in his apartment, face stuck to papers at his desk? He peeks into the gift bag again, what little hope he had left of this either being a nightmare or a head injury dwindling away. "Bea, why have you bought me this?"

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starter: kai & winston ( @invlsiblestring & @yourcinluv ) location: world's worst bachelors pad, kai's move-in day

"If your arms worked as hard as your mouth, Kai would be all settled in by now." Todd snaps, lips thin as he passes Winston. Not that he's keeping score, but he hasn't seen the oldest lift a finger yet, but he's heard plenty of him, bumped into him enough times on his way to and from the moving van to know he's there, welcoming Kai in with his hospitality and charming personality. Todd's careful when he stacks his current box on top of the previous, hands out just in case until he's confident it's secure. "First rule of this house, by the way," he announces after patting down his jeans, points a stern finger at his pre-existing housemate whilst looking over at their newest, "it's always justified to tell him to shut the fuck up."