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[malakvis-blog]

“Speaking of Christmas, here’s my annual list of demands.” -- sent while watching said episode.

"list of demands, huh?" malakai chuckled, shaking his head lightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. "turns out you don't know me at all, kylan." the male continued, wiggling his brow at her as he leaned against the wall. "i don't take demands from people. in fact, i'm usually the one giving the demands to people instead of receiving them. but they usually have nothing to do with christmas or the gifts they'd like to receive."

[malakvis-blog]

”#”

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

selfie girl or model. it differs.

 - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

centerfold by j. giels band.

- my muse’s last text to your muse

RECENT MESSAGES TO: selfie girl

[1:45am] look, i know you don’t give a shit about me but uh[1:46am] i might be drunk and might have locked myself out of my penthouse[1:49am] aka i don’t want to sleep in the elevator so if u don’t mind....

[malakvis-blog]

txt - "you're fucking beautiful."

RECENT MESSAGES TO: selfie girl

[4:16pm] yeah, i know. ;)[4:16pm] maybe i should look into modeling too?[4:17pm] however, thanks. i guess you’re not too bad looking yourself, either.

[malakvis-blog]

"I never want to hear your name again."

the females words filled malakai's ears and caused him to sigh lightly, mostly to himself as it wasn't from a feeling of disbelief or because he was upset with the words. in fact, they actually caused him to chuckle. "yeah, i'm sure you and a lot of other people feel that way, and honestly? i can't really blame you." he countered, shrugging his shoulders as he pulled his cigarette pack out of his blazer pocket. "but i'll tell you the same thing i've told the other people who've said that to me: my name isn't going anywhere, and neither am i. you don't like me, i get it. but hey, i'm here to stay."

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"Are you saying that this is my fault?"

malakai's brow raised as she asked him the question, a small smirk pulling on the corner of his lips as he turned his body to completely face her. "are you telling me that it isn't?" he countered, crossing his arms over his chest with a chuckle. "you were the one who brought the alcohol over to my place, offering to drink it with me, but it's my fault we're both drunk? i'm not too sure that makes any damn sense to me, but if you don't want to be blamed, i guess i'll take the blame because that was damn good alcohol."