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꒰ ☆ ꒱ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 ╱  @shotcupid​  liked  .

couldn’t even begin to even fathom the severity of what hart was going through, nor would she pretend she could fully sympathize on a deeply personal level, she’d never been in love, after all, but aislinn could offer the other her support, that was something she’d always give to hart.  “  you can talk to me, you know. i’m always going to be here for you.  ”  affection and sentiments didn’t come easily to her, but she had a soft spot for her friend, and that made it so much easier to show that she did, indeed have a heart. 

[flourstained]

closed starter for @shotcupid​ 

odessa had a couple of cupcakes in her to go tray. she was recently experimenting with some flavors, and had a couple of the classic valentine’s goods shop treats in her tray as she walked toward hart but also a few of her new experiments that she’d been trying out in her own time. “alright. so, i brought a couple of different flavors of cupcake. but i’ll tell you which is which.” she said as she opened up the tray. “this one.” she gestured to one of the ones on the end of the tray. “is a new flavor i’m trying for the shop, maybe. i don’t know yet. it’s cinnamon blueberry batter, and i think it’s really good, but i haven’t actually had anyone else try it. so if you’re down. you can try it, if not, there’s the usual double chocolate, vanilla, and a few others too.”

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@shotcupid - hart !

Avery smokes cigarettes in the bathroom of the club, obnoxious hold, she’s pressed red into the filter, waiting for Hart as she finishes up, shooting her a look when she noticed that the soap dispenser was out, tossing her some Bath and Bodyworks hand sanitizer as a silent make do as they wash hands, Avery perched on the edge of WHITE TILED SINKS, heels left hanging loose, kicking idle until the sink finally silences itself, her gaze coming on, level set, when studying her best friend.

“You been like - fucking, haven’t you.” blunted statements, the curve of red red RED of her lips, palms pressed as she leans forwards and hops onto the ground, careless, stilettos absorbing that push as she came in closer, unbothered by the other’s need for personal space. “Now I’m just trying to figure out if this is like, new dick or old dick. Or, urgh. Worst of all.” a shutter, even as her eyes remained trained on her for whatever hints she could pick up along the way. “Like, literal old people dick. But I mean. I know your standards, but honestly, sometimes we’re all tempted by that bullshit of some guy who’s playing as if he really knows the world. But whatever. Who is it?”

- @shotcupid ( for a sour gv starter )