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From within her cage, she could see another─ a young man in the cage adjacent to hers. At first, she's hesitant to speak. but she's oh so curious as to why the other was locked up as well─ seeing as he was one of their own.

“Hello ?” The Futuran speaks. Despite speaking her native language, it seems they can understand one another. “If it is alright, may I ask why you are locked up as well ?”

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''¿Este torneo también será para aparentar?''. / @rariath

Se había apoyado contra una de las columnas cercanas al restaurante, con un vaso de agua en una mano y el cabello aún desordenado por la práctica de natación. La camisa, aunque aún formal, estaba remangada hasta los codos y dejaba ver el leve enrojecimiento de sus antebrazos por el sol. Al escuchar la pregunta, desvió la mirada hacia Aria con una sonrisa ladeada que, como de costumbre, no prometía nada bueno. "¿este torneo? Claro que sí, princesa" respondió con una ironía suave, casi perezosa, como si la frase le hubiera nacido sin esfuerzo "no podríamos dejar pasar la oportunidad de demostrar que también sudamos con estilo." le dio un sorbo a su vaso y luego bajó la mirada hacia las canchas, donde ya había algunos preparativos montados y un par de figuras intentando tomarse fotos "espontáneas" con raquetas. Un suspiro sutil escapó de sus labios, seguido de un gesto que no terminaba de ser burla ni resignación. "aunque hay algo... fascinante en ver a esta gente intentar hacer deporte sin arruinarse el peinado." la miró de reojo, con un destello más honesto en la mirada, como si, entre todo el sarcasmo, le importara su opinión más de lo que admitiría en voz alta "¿tú también vas a fingir que viniste por el espíritu deportivo? ¿O solo estás aquí porque alguien te obligó?" dejó que el silencio se acomodara un momento antes de añadir, como si no fuera gran cosa: "yo me apunté a tenis, golf y natación. Dos me los tomo en serio. El tercero es para ver si alguien colapsa con tal de no perder. ¿y tú?"

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closed starter for @ofclogan

the party’s not actually that big, considering how large the apartment is--she’d estimated fifteen or twenty people in the living area, maybe another dozen in the kitchen, and perhaps five or six outside on the balcony. a few of the latter she would have bet quite a lot of money were holding and while she does trust herself not to fuck up, it’s still not an ideal situation in which to put herself. the only reason she’d come was the fact that she knows logan’s friends with the dude who’d thrown the party, and if there’s even a slight chance of her being here, sage can’t really help herself. the irony of the whole thing is that she’s pretty sure--ninety percent, at least--that logan hates her. but maybe that’s why she can’t just let it go.

sage finds her upstairs, hidden away in a bedroom with a big dog lying next to her on the bed and the tv on. it’s irritatingly cute, something she thinks logan would probably not like to hear. a smile quirks her lips as she slips inside, shutting the door behind her and leaning back against it. “it’s called a party, logan,” she says when logan finally looks up and notices her there, and it’s maddening the way her stomach jumps. “you know, where you socialize with other humans? as opposed to their pets, i mean.” she indicates the dog, whose tongue is lolling contentedly out of the side of his mouth, apparently more than satisfied with the company. “you’re missing one hell of a banger downstairs.”

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even as niko walks inside gus’s apartment--which had been unlocked, no big surprise there--he’s not one hundred percent sure he can go through with this. he knows it’s the right thing to do, that in terms of their mental health it’s what they both need, but that doesn’t make it any less difficult. the thing is, over the last three years he’s managed only to become further infatuated, except unlike before there are actual feelings involved now. feelings he’s cultivated and let fester and grow every time they’d slept together, every time he’d let gus kiss him and allowed himself to believe it was mutual. it isn’t, though; he has to constantly remind himself of that. even when it feels real, like it had at the lake, it isn’t. and that’s why niko had finally decided, impossible as the prospect feels, to stop doing this to himself.

there had been a hectic shift in gus’s mood over the last week--from being soft and sweet at the lake to being utterly unreachable afterwards and then playing games with him at rihanna’s party--which had played a large part in niko’s decision. it’s exhausting trying to keep up, and he’s not surprised to find that gus seems to have settled into yet another mood when he finds him playing guitar in his bedroom, for all the world looking perfectly relaxed and at peace with himself. at the very least, he’s clearly come out of whatever episode he’d been having. “gus,” niko says when there’s a pause in the strumming, giving him a weak half-smile when he looks up. “hi. i’m not interrupting, am i? i texted you, but you weren’t answering.” he realizes now it’s likely because gus had gotten lost playing his music. “i, um...i wanted to talk, if you have a minute.”

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at first, damon had merely thought the cute girl bringing coffee into his third meeting for the day had been familiar only because she looked like one of the many women in this city he’d bedded, likely while he was high on something or other in a seedy club outside of town. but as the meeting had worn on--and his employees were used to carrying thing along even when damon stopped paying attention--he’d realized that wasn’t the case. he knows her, and not because he’s slept with her. she’s the girl he’d run into at some gala or another several years ago, the petite, charming brunette whom he’d watched being whisked aggressively away by a boyfriend who very clearly didn’t realize how far out of his league she was. but he’d had pressing business to which he needed to attend, and damon had let her slip away and bury herself in his memories as an arbitrary encounter that occurred to him from time to time, but not much more. and now, apparently, somebody had hired her as an administrative assistant.

he’s the first one out of the enormous, glass-walled conference room that looks out onto an enviable expanse of the city, and it doesn’t take damon long to spot her--she’s carrying more coffee cups, too many by the looks of it. he glides over to her with all the natural grace of someone born into elite society and takes one of the styrofoam trays out of her hands to lighten her load. “come with me,” he says curtly, but it lacks his usual tone of demand. he’s merely asking her to follow. he leads her down the hall to his office, whose view is even more spectacular than that of the conference room. “you can set those down,” he indicates the remaining coffee in her hands and then his desk, after which he seats himself in the luxurious chair behind it. “you’re a new hire.” he steeples his fingers and surveys her beneath his heavy brow bone, curious whether she recognizes him as well, but not asking yet. “what’s your name?”

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