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[He reaches out and pinches the younger boy against the side.] Stop picking on me, Evan!
[But Jefferson is laughing so it’s not an efficient scolding. He grins, before looking contemplative.]
Alright, when and where?
[Evan lightly swats his hand away, pouting slightly.] It appears you're picking on me now, Mr. Jefferson.
[He almost seems surprised that the other was going for it. Seriously, he even looked surprised.] When are you avaliable?
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“Of course, sir. However, I will suggest that if you listen to what I say it will come out exactly how you want it.”
“R I G H T “ Vasquez rolled his eyes as he throw his hands in the air, always dramatic, but always because he knows he can be. “Just hurry up kid, I got other things to attend.”
Evan rolled his eyes at the others dramatic actions. "You'd rather deal with incompetent staff than have someone admire your looks? After all, you are highly attractive." Perhaps flattery would help, the teen wanted to avoid bullets.
Using the new GIF function, search your mun faceclaim and post the first gif that shows up
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Send me a symbol, and I will write a drabble of: ☏ Our muses talking on the phone about. --Accepting
Evan rolled onto his stomach, depositing his phone atop his pillow.“Perhaps you’d like to model for me again?” He asked, when had he ever said hello?“I have a few more ideas, and quite frankly I do not trust those mediocre models Jefferson provides. Only a selective few are worthy, and even then it’s incredibly difficult. Besides, you are my favorite model, sister.”
“ People say that, but then they hear how horrible it is when they think it effects them, and they blow it up out of proportion, making me feel worst for telling them in the first place. That’s why Chloe doesn’t and shouldn’t know a thing. Or anyone, for that matter. “ And the words that dictated her secrecy; bits of panic slipped through her shaky tone. Her fingers curling tightly around the phone.
Why couldn’t she keep quiet? Why isn’t she allowed the right to keep secrets? Maybe because she doesn’t realize how much those secrets were eating her up alive.
She took a heavy breath and then another, pushing the phone away from her face so she could regain her composure. The bitter truth was on the tip of her tongue when she brought the phone back.
“ … He’s not like the Vortex snobs… “ She started off; her voice remains low. “ He’s… wise and kinda unconventional. Kinda scary but not in some ‘ bad boy ‘ way… “ She waited for a moment, letting the silence settle. “… If you can guess who he is, I’ll own up to it. I just… can’t force myself to say it, even though I don’t want to hurt you anymore. “
"Then it's quite good I'm not just anyone." Evan bites down on his bottom lip as he pushed himself up from the bed; he grabbed his phone and placed it on a safer location, namely on the dresser, as he moved to retrieved a protein bar. He takes a large bite from the bar, chewing as he listened to Rachel talk.
Here he was stress eating again.
"There's a limited number of men out there--" He stated, staring on his second protein bar. "--And I detest guessing games, but I will play along for you." He paused for another bite.
"Mr. Jefferson? Frank?"
“Uh E I T H E R way, it doesn’t uh, come back as the way I L I K E it. I’ll be putting a bullet right between your dorky glasses. Got that kid?”
"Of course, sir. However, I will suggest that if you listen to what I say it will come out exactly how you want it."
Shut up.“
[And damnit, the blush wasn’t going away.] Look it’s been a long time since someone asked me to model for them, alright? It’s flattering.
Make me.
Has it been so long that your blush hasn't stopped yet? [Look at his cheeky grin. So sure of himself]
My muse has just taken a Truth Potion, send “Spill it” plus a question and they will answer.
My muse cannot give half truths, partial truths or bend the truth. They will have to spit out everything then and there!
“Sorry, you just caught me off-guard.”
“Everlost” sentence starters --Accepting
"Trust me when I say, I had no intention of surprising you." Evan commented, offering out fresh iced coffee from Starbucks."--Besides, I do recall owing you iced coffee." The muffin in his other hand was his, though.
Oh.
Damn, that was smooth Evan. It’ll cost you an iced coffee at Starbucks. [Is he blushing, he might be damnit.]
I may not have experience with women, but men I can handle.
...Are you blushing over the prospect of me buying you an iced coffee?
“Everlost” sentence starters
“Your hair looks funny.”
“Monster only had the power that you gave them.”
“That… Is totally uncalled for.“
“Don’t do that again. Ever.”
“Are we clear on the subject?”
“Your screaming days are over.”
“Can I scream a little?”
“Darn.”
This book is so interesting. I always wonder what’s going to happen next.”
“This game’s stupid. Who the heck is Zelda, anyway?”
“Maybe we’re standing like coins on the edge?”
“We might be able to shake things up a little, and find a way to come up heads.”
“What are you talking about?”
“There are mysteries in _______. Some of them are wonderful, and others are scary.”
“Perhaps that’s why we’re here: to experience the good and the bad that _____ has to offer.”
“This is not going to be easy.”
“I’m good at being bad, but I’m bad at being good.”
“I don’t know the first thing about good deeds.”
“What? Were you born stupid, or did you just die that way?”
“Think of it this way…”
“We’re not ghosts.”
“But we can’t choose what we forget.”
“The more we try to forget something, the more we end up remembering it.”
“Sorry, you just caught me off-guard.”
“No person in the world ever lost anything by being nice to me.“
“Nobody ever lost money taking a profit.“
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Send me a symbol, and I will write a drabble of: ☏ Our muses talking on the phone about. --Accepting
Evan rolled onto his stomach, depositing his phone atop his pillow.“Perhaps you’d like to model for me again?” He asked, when had he ever said hello?“I have a few more ideas, and quite frankly I do not trust those mediocre models Jefferson provides. Only a selective few are worthy, and even then it’s incredibly difficult. Besides, you are my favorite model, sister.”
“ … Don’t pry too much, sis; you won’t get the answers you want to hear. “
Her voice was oddly quiet; her teeth gritted together as she found herself leaning back in the seat. Once again, her fluttering stomach made her sick. Here she was, caught in her lie, and even now she refused to be forward with the truth. “… It’s just a one time thing. “ She muttered beneath her breath, sounding breathy through the phone. Once again, she was lying. “ But it’s better than nothing.I… I need a break. From Chloe–there’s so much pressure and here I am acting upon it…” The truth began to slip through the cracks.
“… I just don’t need her finding out about this; I care for her too much for her to get hurt… And yet I’m hurting you–Evan, I’m sorry. “ She couldn’t tell if she was lying or not anymore; everything she said was truthful in her eyes. “ Don’t tell Chloe. “
"There are no answers I want to hear, except the truthful ones, no matter how horrible they are." Evan commented softly, pushing himself up as he listened to Rachel, until he was sitting comfortable in an upright position.
"A one time thing? How stupid do you believe I am?" He questioned, his chest is aching, and he has a nagging temptation to run to her. To comfort Rachel instead of berating her, because someone had to when she sounded close to tears. Yet, Evan doesn't stop, he doesn't stop pressing her. "Rachel, you need to tell me who he is." He believes he's close to finding the truth.
He stayed silent for several seconds, sitting on the edge of his bed now. His voice is low, and there isn't much meaning behind his next words. "I won't ever tell Chloe, if you tell me who you're seeing."
jeffersonofblackwell:
[He shrugs] Look, I could spend money to hire a model or I could ask the girls and boys at school for free.
If you don’t like the free services provided, Evan, feel free to spend your own money to hire a model.
Free is not always better, sir. --And tell me exactly how much it would cost to hire you.
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Send me a symbol, and I will write a drabble of: ☏ Our muses talking on the phone about. --Accepting
Evan rolled onto his stomach, depositing his phone atop his pillow.“Perhaps you’d like to model for me again?” He asked, when had he ever said hello?“I have a few more ideas, and quite frankly I do not trust those mediocre models Jefferson provides. Only a selective few are worthy, and even then it’s incredibly difficult. Besides, you are my favorite model, sister.”
“ You should see her blazed out her mind–It’s a hella funny sight. I’d take pictures, but Nathan’s like a hound dog–anything shitty about Vicky has to go through him. “ A light hearted grin curled on her lips; her voice matching her peppy demeanor. So quick to speak, she almost forgot how much she was lying through her teeth.
So when Evan asked about her plans with ‘Chloe’, she was slow to answer. Letting a period of silence to settle before she spoke again. “ … I can do Friday, Sis, I’ll never let you down. “ She hummed her answer, acting coy. “And… we’re just gonna hang out, y’know? Maybe see a movie and bitch about life. Gal pal stuff, y’know… “ Her grin slowly faded with each lie she told. Guilt settling into her stomach. “ … It would be good for me and Clo–we’ve kinda… having a stump we’re trying to get over. “ Meaning: I keep making excuses to run away from her.
“ Why? Don’t believe me? “
There's silence for a long time, until he mutters softly. "You're letting me down now, Rachel, by not telling me the truth."
Evan had taken the silence that she was breaking to expand on the lie; he digs his fingers into his sheets, twisting and tugging at the familiar spread. "I don't doubt you're having problems with Chloe.... However, I am skeptical that it is her you are meeting. I know you're withholding information, and I am going to assume it's a man. Whoever they are, I'm quite sure he's excellent to use when escaping problems, isn't he sister?"
"..We're sisters, I know when to question."
Mr. Jefferson has mediocre models, pass it on.
THOSE ARE YOUR FELLOW STUDENTS SO ITS NOT ME YOU’RE INSULTING
I'm insulting your tastes, Mr. Jefferson.
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“If you’re G O N N A take photos of me, uh at least get my good side.”
"I can only take pictures of your 'good side' if you become compliant with what I say."