#slainangels

[sunliights]

a continuation of here for @slainangels

“he did trip,” she muttered under her breath, even if she knew jerry didn’t want to hear it. granted, he really did trip! over thea’s shoe… as she pushed him down the flight of stairs. she crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. “what am i supposed to do then? nothing? he was really annoying you, i thought i was doing you a favour!... even if i totally didn't do it.”

[fadinglights]

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asami can barely suppress her chuckle at his reply, finding his reaction rather entertaining. is it possible that this is no longer an act, but has grown into something that has a more profound effect on him than what's initially agreed. arms wrapping around his neck, she looks at him with a hint of amusement glimmering in her eyes. to the rest of the party and the dancing crowd around them, they are only another ordinary couple, but only they know the truth — or do they? "maybe i'd be more jealous if i didn't already know you're so crazy about me, baby." she whispers into the shell of his ear, lips curling into a smirk. "what — does it hurt your feelings that i'm not wearing a pretty pout?"

[sunliights]

a continuation of here for @slainangels

“needed to talk to me about what?” bella could be a bit mean when things didn’t go according to her plans; often like a lion backed into a corner. “what couldn’t possibly wait for me to answer?”

[sunliights]

a continuation of here for @slainangels

“i don’t think you have a choice.” noemia’s lips formed into her best sympathetic little pout, really feeling for jam in this instance. “i am only slightly offended,” she teased, though she was aware it probably wasn’t going to land. now likely wasn’t the time for jokes of that nature. “i didn’t. i did find research about if you kill them, you die too but it’s all so hard to work out what’s reliable and what isn’t... i’m kind of just running with whatever i can find and hoping it sticks.”

[deathrcll]

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rose dusted their cheeks, but thoughts were on what ozzy requested. indian food, but tamil. authentic. they weren't sure they knew what that meant, unsure the difference between tamil and whatever they could find on door dash or uber eats but — ozzy wanted tamil. ‘ two hours isn't that long. we can take a road trip as long as we bring snacks. ’ gaze slid to down to their phone to look at the clock, trying to estimate how much time they'd have before they absolutely had to leave in order for her to have time to get a couple of hours of sleep before getting up to teach in the morning. ‘ what makes it authentic ? are you sure we can't get it here ? if we're going to drive, we have to leave now otherwise i'll have to call out sick ... or, maybe i can call out sick and we can get a hotel room. ’

[deathrcll]

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‘ still don't know who that is. ’ shameless, as the game was, technically, for fun but who wouldn't network with big ballers and shot callers when they had the chance to ? ‘ but no, it's for fun. if i stop and take a few pictures that's just a perk. plus, why wouldn't we post and make people jealous ? ’

[gckko]

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         it’s not as if aaron expected him to just sit there and take it. he thought there’d be some resistance, sure, but auggie’s tone has his jaw wound tight all the same. he eyes carson as if he’s at fault, and maybe he was, for inviting someone else to a meal he thought to be private. this was meant to be easy, catching up with a friend as a prelude to whatever the rest of the day holds, but now he was stuck reliving last night’s choices. “ i think i’ve had enough surprises for the day, thanks. didn’t expect anyone to crash our brunch, but i’m sure you’re fun at parties. ” the words are spoken with a smile, but there’s no sincerity there, the kind of thing he reserves for ad campaigns he could care less about. “ so how did you meet, really? ” he’s looking through the menu as he speaks, seeing but not comprehending, too damn distracted to make sense of the words.

[gckko]

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         “ capitalism, right. should’ve known. she’s the toxic girlfriend we just can’t quit. ” there’s a smile accompanying the response, words taking on a playful lilt as they reach into fridge for an ultra sunrise — a reasonable purchase at three in the morning. “ insomnia, actually. she’s kind of like an annoying cousin who won’t leave me alone. i don’t even try to fight her anymore. ” she lifts the can to indicate, gives it a little shake. “ you getting anything? i’ll spring for it. ”