anyone want a hit?

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anyone want a hit?
with — @nicocaravelli
location — nico's house ( but cel basically lives there too @ yadira )
The weeks following the attacks across the city meant Nico's focus had been allocated away from her and it had become clearer to her the way his absence could be felt even with only one room separating the two of them. With everything that had happened, his brothers injuries specifically - she understood the weight he carried. There was no world where she wouldn't.
It had been hours perhaps that Nico had been confined within his study. No, less. Though it felt as though the minutes stretched tauntingly when the documents in front of her had started to pressurize against an unsettled knot within her chest. One that tugged like a lead weight. Nonetheless, it wouldn't cause an alteration to her opinion that nothing she was juggling would scratch the surface of what Nico had on his plate.
It was an act of mindless emotion, something of an urge that had taken over to move and prompted her to appear within his study. A cappuccino was the excuse - not that she ever required one. It was set at the edge of the desk as she closed the space between them, remaining stood at his side with tight proximity to settle her hand gently against his chest. Then she'd bent down a touch, her lips following to his cheek then the line of his jaw softly. Following a few more kisses, she'd straightened her stance, green eyes drifting between him and the work spread out in front of him. "Found anything new?"
FOR: @dadivosos ( franny pack ) LOCATION: franco's house
If she'd gone to his home with a purpose Alix sure took her sweet time getting around to the point. Sprawled across his couch, thin legs hanging off the edge of the sofa, Alix kept her gaze locked on the screen in her hands - a constant refresh on the app X for news of the New York City ADA's case as if she weren't in the home of mayor's chief of staff. In fact, it’d be easy to assume she arrived just to ignore him altogether if it weren't for the occasional tap of her hand at his arm to hand her one of the chips he was eating.
Finally, there was a groan that emitted from her as she locked the phone and let it drop to her side. "Everyone said come to New York - it'll be so nice and so fun." A roll of her eyes before she raised one hand to count out the list she began with, "it's cold as fuck, there's so much snow, you've got to drive an hour to go to any beach and it isn't even a nice one. I mean, sure you can get a sandwich at every hour of the day but does that make up for all the cons?" There was a short pause before she picked up her phone once more. "They're really fuckin' good, though, you want a sandwich?"
Im going to make some Terrible (affectionate) treebark angst tomorrow and you guys better hold me to it
@greedsnest
“ I think the real takeaway here is that he wants to give as much he takes in the bedroom. Classic switch mentality, however bottom-leaning. ”
@tenkoseiensei replied ; DARLINGWHA-
Ah... So he is a man of fine taste as well- Heh... She shouldn’t have underestimated him, certainly- ❝ I see.... So you’d rather have a more -sparkles- tailored one for you- Isn’t that right? understandable. I too would settle for nothing less.... pochulus the first. ❞
@lottierojasaab
no. 12
Karaoke had never been something that appealed to him. The alcohol part he could understand. But Charlie, dead sober, climbing onto a stage to butcher a Pitbull song? That felt similar to a cry for help. It was, what could only be assumed as peak hour, when Jake pushed through the door in search for the second in command of the Cavalry with a slowly dying Marlboro hanging from the corner of his mouth. There was nothing of pure importance that he needed to discuss, nothing that required an interruption of whatever Charlie found the need to do here.
Therefore, he had no problem with waiting - a trait honed into him the hard way, measured out in counted days behind steel doors.
The cigarette was crushed out in one of the bar ashtrays simultaneous with his action of leaning over to order a beer before he settled onto one of the stools. In the dim light, he spotted Lottie - who appeared to also be waiting or looking for someone. Not his business and yet, as the beer was set before him his gaze drifted to the bottle and back up - colliding with hers when she looked over. His brows lifted, just enough to qualify as teasing with amusement flickering behind his eyes. "You waitin' on Charlie or you just a big fan of drunk singing?"
TIL that when I want to end a sentence I just say, “I’m lazy,” or some variant of it. Most of the time when I want to get out of a conversation, this will work, as it almost always fits the context and gives a simple and understandable answer to whoever I’m speaking to. But apparently, it doesn’t always fit the convo. Woohoo!