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“Okay, I’ve been thinking about it,” Sat cross-legged and practically curled in on himself on his bed, Gunner looked up at Marlowe with wide eyes, “Getting a tattoo, and everything. But I always chicken out because I never know what I want, so. You should just draw something for me, too. But not - I can’t rock a tattoo of something with a dick or whatever. Something simple to start - for me. Please?” @jamesmarlowe
Standing atop a table as party music blared around her, Rosa giggled into the lip of her bottle of wine as she watched a couple sloppily make out from the other side of the room. It was from watching them that she noticed Marlowe move past, heading in her direction - it was the wine that was making her lips loose, reaching forward once Marlowe was within touching distance to grasp at his shoulder, “Marlowe! Get up here with me, I wanna talk to you!” she insisted, gripping at his forearm now to drag him forward and up onto the table with her before he was allowed to so much as reply. @jamesmarlowe
Considering that they were in the same dorm, it shouldn’t have taken much to convince Rosa to take the 30 seconds to walk from her own room to Marlowe’s. It was probably nerves alone that had her hesitating so much, even standing outside of his room now and staring with wide, unsure eyes. Eventually, she did knock after taking a deep, grounding breath - brows knitting together when Marlowe’s door creaked open from the pressure, “Um - hello?” she said awkwardly, a confused chuckle tacked at the end as she poked her head through the door, “Your door’s open - do you always just leave it open like that for whoever to break in?” @jamesmarlowe
Grateful for the open sidewalk mostly covered from prying eyes by looming trees right behind Moris, Gunner clomped awkwardly on roller skates that Philly had convinced him to get. It’d seemed like a good idea at the time, but months had gone by without him actually trying them out, and he finally decided it’d be a waste of a bargain if he didn’t give it a try today. His track record wasn’t exactly impeccable, and he’d already torn a hole in the knees of his jeans from the amount of falls he’d taken. Shredded palms were held out on either side of him for balance when he saw Marlowe rounding the corner, 15 minutes later than he’d said he’d be after Gunner all but begged him to help, “Nice of you to show up!” Though his face showed he was less than impressed, there was no actual malice in his tone. Making grabby hands at the other, Gunner urged Marlowe closer, “Come help. I’ve been at it for 30 minutes or something, I can’t make it more than two feet. I wanna make it to the other end of Moris before it’s dark.” @jamesmarlowe
''don’t act like you know me. i know we didn't get off to the best start and everything, but please. i need your help.'' / @suns0ng
''this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. they can never find out, okay? never. you need to promise me.'' / @allcomesback
''if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. nothing happened, and i'd like it to stay like that.'' / @ghostwifed
