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[clubsclassic]

" you want to be prepared… right. " nods as if the concept is foreign to him. probably because his approach to the lights and cameras includes something along the lines of winging it. " let's see, " eyes rake over her, squinting while he assesses. notes her dress, the way it's hugging all the right places and suddenly he's distracted. " you seem like a dinner person. " responds after a brief pause, " simple, y'know? " and if she takes offense to that, he'll apologize later. " maybe italian. or are you one of those girls who only does salads? "

[clubsclassic]

" if you want a front row seat, you can say that. " snickers, more to herself than him, combing through messy strands of jet black hair. except he's put her on the spot now, interrogation set in motion. " what does it mean? " repeats the phrase as if the answer should be obvious. " figured we're just two old flames blowing off steam. " admits thoughtlessly, focused on her reflection in the mirror. then she sits on it, halting her movements, hairbrush tucked away in one hand — gaze shifting back to him with furrowed brows. " didn't you have somewhere to be? " cue for you should leave before i blurt out something you don't like.

[prty4u]

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[deryapinar]

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familiar  voice  travels  too  fast  through  the  room,  head  snapping  towards  their  direction  as  crease  surfaces  between  brows.  it  had  been  too  long  since  their  last  encounter,  too  long  since  goodbye  was  muttered  between  tears.  he  had  kept  his  promise  to  never  reach  out  again,  and  so  did  them,  the  years  he  had  spent  traveling  with  his  parents  had  been  the  most  silent  he's  had.  "  sorry,  yes.  that'll  be  all  "  cashier's  voice  triggers  automatic  response  but  gaze  remains  on  them,  corners  rising  slightly  before  he  dares  to  say  their  name  again,  calling  for  their  attention.