#ofcscottys

[ofrparker]

imessage → scotty

parker: so how was star wars?

parker: learn any new spells?

[ofmadden]

@ofcscottys​

                    madden was probably not the smarter guy around , but even he knew when to listen to his fight or flight instinct when it kicked in , and for some primal reason he would never be able to fully understand the sirens in his brain went off every time he saw the tall blond . he didn’t know if it was the height , the leather , or the fact that they look like they keep axes in the trunk of their cars and madden’s body would never be found if they had a say in the matter , either way , staying clear we probably his safest bet , definitely not stepping on one of the cables from their equipment with his table without noticing as the blond tried to pick his stuff up . ❝ .... hey dude , mmm ... sick gig ? ❞ he tried nervously as he approached madden . did people even used sick  when it came to gigs ? did they ever ?? madden couldn’t remember right now , and he couldn’t even remember paying any attention to the loud music but it was the first thing that came to mind . 

[phveniix]

it’s difficult not to think of scout whenever he hangs out with scotty, and phoenix has managed, quite impressively, to find a way to resent himself for that fact. because it isn’t as though he doesn’t like hanging out with scotty--he obviously does. he’d known him before he’d known her, and there’s something about scotty that’s just...different than most people. in a good if strangely indefinable way. so yeah, it feels shitty--to put it bluntly--that he can’t stop himself thinking about scout whenever scotty’s around, but there’s also not much he can do about it other than force the thoughts away every time they creep up. and anyway, he knows with absolute certainty that scout doesn’t feel the same way, which makes it pathetic as well as annoying. 

they’d wandered into some head shop with an obscure name nix had forgotten the moment he’d stopped looking at the sign and stepped inside. there’s a pungent aroma created by the warring fumes of innumerable incense sticks that he can see burning on any number of free surfaces, few as there are. he likes that, though; most people find clutter infinitely offensive--nix does not. his room at home is a testament to that fact. after having been reprimanded by the man behind the counter--who either doesn’t know who they are or couldn’t possibly care less--for being too loud, it’s with a softer tone of voice that nix holds up a sample container of essential oil for scotty to see, barely suppressing laughter. “frankincense,” he says, quoting the name written in bold on its side. “smells exactly like frankenstein’s monster with just a hint of citrus. excellent for clearing sinuses. even more excellent for repelling any potential mates! thankfully i can do that with my personality alone.” ( @ofcscottys​ )

[ofrparker]

imessage → scott

parker: do you know that luke guy?