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[miidnighters-a]

@leakn3ws | continued from ☾

"Baby, if this phone call was for entertaining you, it would be taking a very different tone." Billie's amusement can be heard down the line - she's laying on her bed, stomach down and ankles crossed in the air like every vintage teen movie on record.

Still, she flips through her memory for something suitable. "I went to an event for the publishing company the other night, and one of the other authors thought I was one of the servers. Me! Can you imagine?"

[shininginyourlight]

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"Which would be understandable-- if I were Kelvy." Close in age and a friendship that could rival their parents' at times, it really wasn't a surprise when Derry would hear from her little sister about Trace stopping by to shoot the shit with her. With Derry, though?

Well, they weren't unfriendly with each other. Trace was right about that, they were practically family. Even so, that distance in age was still prominent. Derry had been working to get into college by the time Trace became a real, sentient little person, and even then they so rarely saw each other until he was older.

But none of that really answered the question of why he was there. She wondered what part of it it was, if any of the things happening within her family's lives had anything to do with it at all.

"Somehow I doubt you're here to watch over Immy or Noble for Vin and me. So, which is it, Trace? Dad's new album? The things going on with my job, or what?" Or maybe there was something to do with Kelvy? She really didn't have the faintest idea of what he could've wanted. A casual visit really could've been the answer, but it just didn't feel right from Trace.

[2077smerc]

" you are nothing but a posturing child. "

V  stills—just  for  a  second.  "the  fuck."   then  she  exhales  a  short,  humorless  laugh,  eyes  narrowing  as  she  tilts  her  head  like  she’s  appraising  a  bad  angle.  "posturing  child?"  she  repeats.  "bold  words  from  a  guy  who  made  a  career  outta  yelling  truths  into  the  void  and  hoping  the  right  people  choke  on  them." she  steps  closer,  not  crowding  him,  but  close  enough  to  make  the  point  land.  "I  don’t  posture,  TRACE.  I  survive.  I  take  the  hits  so  people  like  you  get  something  worth  writing  about."  her  tone  cools,  steadies.  "you  wanna  call  me  a  child,  fine.  but  don’t  confuse  loud  with  empty—or  you’ll  miss  the  part  where  I’ve  already  outgrown  you."

[tewwor-arc]

" admit it. i'm not half bad. " // AWAN.

2 lazy to find the prompt — @leakn3ws

"Can't be considered as half good either." Fired back just as quick, they refuse to address the man head on. Why bother when there's shit to do? There always is with the likes of them. It's either ten spontaneous errands, some glorified babysitting schtick, or Weaver's usual scope. All in all, their day to day's a royal pain in the ass.

That being said, Trace isn't exactly ... wrong. Though they clearly loathe to admit it aloud.

[tewwor-arc]

" you look like you've got something to say. " // MATSUMURA HARUO.

idr the meme — @leakn3ws

So, he'd been staring again. Caught gob smacked like a stunned bird meeting some clear windowpane. A few blinks in surprise and Hauro can already feel heat rise to each apple of cheek. "Sorry, I, ah.." An index finger lifts to idly scratch the underside of his jaw — embarrassed as can be.

"I was just thinking of how striking you are in the, um.. face. Facial features." It's the artist in him that pushes forth the fumble of words, but it's all true. Look, he even has dried paint patches on his clothes to prove it.