#ninadobrav

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fuk to the yah, my friend. will ya msg me???

ofc i will

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nah, i’m definitely lying to you, but i /was/ going to ask for someone to let me play alfie

pft thats the same thing, right? right? do u wanna do the thing

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ninadobrav replied to your post:ninadobrav replied to your post:can someone play...

i was /just/ about to ask if someone would play antonia thomas against my alfie enoch

are you actually legit right now bc that'd be strange and a little paranormal

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ninadobrav replied to your post:can someone play alfie enoch against my antonia...

*winces*

what omg

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"Zelda is more important right now." & "Who the hell is passed out in the driveway?" for ezrou

"Zelda is more important right now."

"Is it really?” Bijou attempted to look stern, even forced a few flickers of annoyance, but Ezra’s unbreakable devotion to the game glowing before them on their tiny television screen instead left a grin blooming on her features and a repressed chuckle finally escaped. “Alright, if you’re really going to make me impatiently wait for sex, then you better win, got it?” She leaned forward, dropping a supportive peck on the curve of his jaw. “I will be working through my sexual tension by baking cookies in the kitchen,” the blonde murmured lightly against her husband’s skin. “Come find me after you’ve properly kicked ass.”

"Who the hell is passed out in the driveway?"

"Possibly Benji, or maybe even Alec," her voice was low and groggy, the blonde’s head still spun and throbbed, worn down from the previous night’s festivities. Comfort eased through her bones, however, once the warmth of Ezra’s chest beneath her cheek set in, the scent of faded cologne and cigarette smoke lifting through her nose. Sleepy fingers threaded around his, bringing Ezra’s knuckles to her lips. Love blanketed and overwhelmed Bijou, from the pink that tickled her cheeks to the warmth that brightened her gaze; she’d never known such contentment before, a calm serenity that’d surely pass once they shook themselves out bed, cleaned up the dastardly mess that surely awaited them beyond the doors of their bedroom, but those were all blurred thoughts in the corners of her mind. A golden weight wore heavy on her ring finger, a delightful reminder of just what everybody had been wildly celebrating. “Y’know, we may be a bit rubbish at most things and we’re kind of hopeless at the whole responsibility thing, but we certainly know how to celebrate a wedding, don’t we?”

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sHhit i orforgot "There’s something wrong with you." "Please stop talking." for williza

"There’s something wrong with you."

"You say that quite often, and yet I’m almost entirely sure the only problem I’ve got in my life is perpetually being kept in your company—- curiously enough, you always tend to be around, which is actually quite telling. If anything, there’s something off about you, since it seems that you take some peculiar joy in vexing my mindset. I’ve never met anyone quite as devoted to riling others up and pricking their nerves until you came along.”

"Please stop talking."

"Right, yeah, because God forbid I ever miss out on the complete joy of having yet another conversation with you," William spat back instinctively, though found his lips sealing shut. A few beats of silence loomed over him before he tacked on, "Small-talk doesn’t come very naturally to me, so I’m hoping you can find a shred of patience within yourself and understand that, er, I don’t necessarily have anyone else to speak with. Or, rather, nobody else that I’d like to speak with. Not that I like speaking with you, it’s… it’s more of a process of elimination thing. It’s either sit here and be berated by you, or chat up a room full of exhausting and boorish millionaires. Not a tough choice.” 

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"Can you not?" & "Jokes on me, huh?" zara/fuckboy

"Can you not?"

"Can I not what? Be so dashing? Charming? Wonderful? No, wait, I’ll let you surprise me with whatever adjective you’ve got in mind—- come on, Zara, don’t give me that pout, you do realize I’m only taking the piss, right? One of these days, I might get you to admit that you don’t hate me nearly as much as you say you do, and maybe after a few shots, you’ll actually vocalize the fact that you may possibly like me. Until then, I’ll play along that you’ve got nothing but total abhorrence for me. Go on, let the camera cover your face to mask the smile you’re clearly hiding." 

"Jokes on me, huh?"

"I—- I didn’t say that, alright? Look, the last time I checked, you were telling the papers that I was the city’s biggest asshole, which isn’t exactly far from the truth, but it sends a pretty clear message that you’re uninterested. I waited, you know. I wanted to take you on a proper date, which I now realize is utterly stupid, so really, the joke was on me. You know, not everyone is out to get you, Zara. There are some of us, namely myself, that want to get to know you and knowing people doesn’t come easy for everyone. Consider that before you perpetually write people off."

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"I'VE ALWAYS HATED YOU." & "DON'T SHOOT!" zara/arnaud

"I’VE ALWAYS HATED YOU."

"It’s nice to know I inspire such a reaction in you, because we all know that there’s a very thin line between love and hate, isn’t there? I think you’ve got your massive attractions to me twisted up, because you actually fancy me like mad. Which is understandable, y’know, who doesn’t? For the record, though, I’m more than delighted to inform you that I hate you, too. Well, actually, I immensely dislike the way you act towards me at times, as I personally feel that ‘hate’ is word reserved for, let’s say, burnt pizza crust or people who talk over songs and movies. Or broccoli, I genuinely hate broccoli, and you’re nowhere near as terrible as broccoli—- hey, haven’t you got a shoot to do? Chop, chop, Zara, you’ve got an entire set waiting.”

"DON’T SHOOT!"

"It’s a camera, you relentless drama queen, not a pistol, so will you wipe that look of horror from your face and let me snap a single photo? You know, you don’t look that terrible, aside from the tangled hair and baggy clothes—- I’m sure you clean up rather nicely if you ever bothered to try. Then again, perhaps we ought to leave the effortlessly good looks to me, and you can just carry on with your… well, whatever it is you’ve got going on, I can never quite figure it out, you’re quite maddening to keep up with.”

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