#kis;r

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“[drunk text]: yOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL !!>!”

[ sms » kis ] I SAID U BEAUTY AND NOW U CALL ME A HOE [ sms » kis ] AND NOW FAT [ sms » kis ] TTTTTT

[ ✉: Tiff ] you’re so messy right now babe! [ ✉: Tiff ] where are you? prince charming is coming [ ✉: Tiff ] then you can tell me just what is it about me that’s so beautiful 😜

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cont; [ x ] @thxunwantxd​ 

"-thanks" Kis mumbles softly as he reaches out to take the charger cable, digging his hand down into his pocket for his old model Android, before his eyes raise back to the man as he continues to ramble in his deep voice, and the young blonde's eye brow steadily raises as he watches him. "...right" he says on a measured tone with a slow nod, ramble seemed to be an understatement. 

Having plugged in his phone, Kis sits back again with a nod and stifles a yawn as he glances around the road, "a coffee would be good" he confirms before glancing back to the man again. Definitely foreign, and with a name like that. "Maarku Fish-" plump lips try to form the rest of the name, but he trails off as the foreign sounds seem impossible to form, and he gives a curious tilt to his head. "Where are you from?" He ponders, eyes scanning down the man and making no attempt to hide it. 

"I'm Kis-" he says as he turns in his seat, resting his cheek on the back rest as he watches the man drive, curling his knee in close, knee cap visible through the fashion rip in the dark denim. "I like your hair" he observes, eyeing the red - having a thing for hair dye since he started doing his own a few years back.

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@adorelibra "Hey, leave the guy alone, give him some space-" with a soft chuckle, Kis leans against the bar and gestures at the desperate harpies to scram. Tired old hags that had been on the fresh meat like vultures as soon as he had stepped into the wrong bar for him. Ageing gay's desperate to cling on to anything new and young to feel validated again, but they were harmless enough really. Theatre folk they were theatrical in everything as they gasp, wave effeminate hand gestures and prance away whilst throwing their young counterpart some steaming looks. Like they had a chance anyway, the guys was obviously straight. "You should be careful you know" Kis hums, reaching behind the bar to pluck an unattended beer while the bar tender's back is turned, before casting a cheeky grin over at the lost straight man as he pops off the bottle top with the key around his neck on a chain. His eyes take quick study as he lifts the beer bottle to full lips, and takes a slow swig of the bubbly drink. "-there's some funny types in here" with a nudge of his head, blonde curls gathered in a denim scrunchy bounce a little, as he gestured to the alternative club with its evocative graffiti art painted on walls of all different colours. Before nightfall it was still tame, if he hung around he's sure to see things to shock him. Turning back to the man, beer bottle neck held between finger tips as they play with the long neck, he rests against the bar top with a bare midriff and gathered high waisted jeans about two sizes two big tightened by a belt strung low around bony hips. With a playful smirk still tugging at his lips, he lifts the bottle to take another sip.

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 Bang couldn’t help but laugh at that statement. “You can try your luck at a club or a lounge. But what would you need that for? Find someone better, it’ll save you a headache.” He nodded and patted the other on the shoulder.

Scoffing loudly with his head lulling and the room spinning from a few too many cherry flavoured cider coolers, Kis slumps over the bar as he squints through one eye and looks up at the man next to him. Lifting a hand, still clutching his cider bottle he points an accusing finger, “what would you know?” He grumbles, drink sloshing as he waves his hand, “look at you... how tall are you?!” He sounds offended as he leans back to gauge more of him before shaking his head, “s’not right, height stealer, I bet you have no trouble getting dates..” he peters off with a grumble as he slumps forward again.