[reversecreek]

Nyla only knocked on the door once, attention already drifting away like a tendril of smoke with the breeze, eyes roaming up and searching for the sun to give them blotches. They had a pale blue Furby tucked beneath their arm like a basketball with one of it’s eyes shut. No shoes on. A large hole in one of their socks. A backpack strapped to their shoulders that looked more like a fainted, strung up teddy bear. By the time the door opened, they still hadn’t dawned back to earth. It took a long pause before they said anything at all. “Can, um… Can I use your, like… What’s it…” Silent again. Attempting to fish a letter from the alphabet soup that made their brain. “Aw, shit. What’s… it called?” Finally, their eyes found the other’s face, though despite staring right at them, they seemed to be looking at something else, some world which only they could access where angels had ten heads and cats told bedtime stories. There was a quiver of a smile on their lips but it wasn’t quite there, a little like the dial tone on a disconnected – oh. “Telephone. Think it’s… That’s right, isn’t it? I think… yeah, somethin’ like that. Can I use yours?”

[valentinoanderson]

Val hadn’t expected anyone to really knock on his door today. His mother was gone for a while, he had no friends coming over and he was meant to be pretending like he was relaxing on his off day. Opening the door, he saw a girl and raised an eyebrow at the question. He would have tried to guess what she wasted, but he didn’t think he would have a good answer. When she finally said telephone, he stepped aside and let her into the apartment. “Yeah, um, sure. Come in.” He told her, moving to shut the door behind her once she was in his apartment. 

“Are you alright?” He asked her, a little concerned with how she looked and the way she was acting. “Here, all I have is a cellphone.” Val took it out of his pocket and handed it to her.

[vveridtime]

    he’s got his earbuds in, sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the hot pavement, head bobbing rhythmically as he works on a piece on the sidewalk. in front of him is a half-finished painting  ( it’s chalk based paint, it’ll wash out eventually, relax. ) of a shark popping out of a ‘hole’ in the sidewalk. “hey,” nez finally glances up when the shadow of the other starts to creep into his workspace, pulling out one earbud as he does so and smudging white paint across his face in the process. “you’re in my light.” serious as he sounds, he’s half joking. and the hint of a smile on his face in a dead giveaway.   /   @irvingstarters

[valentinoanderson]

val looked over at the man when he mentioned he was in his light and then looked down to see what he was doing. he had to turn around and move over tot he side a bit so he could get a better look at the drawing. “that’s the coolest and scariest thing i’ve ever seen. that looks so real. i feel like he’s about to jump out and eat me.” val was amazing, that was true. “not bad, man. mind if i get a picture of this?”

[brighteds]

♯ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫  |  cutie pie’s, 2:30 pm.

          slurping noises and belches could be heard from the corner of her booth, receiving disgusted glances from the couple sitting by her. oblivious to her surroundings, soon she was even looking up at the ceiling as if she were praising god for bestowing this delicious piece of meat to her. lifting her gaze from the burger at the sound of someone’s voice, her cheeks full like a hamster’s, she’ll offer them a smile before somewhat reluctantly putting her burger down on the plate before her. gulping down the last of it, she’ll wipe the copious amounts of ketchup smeared all over her face.   ‘ m’sorry, this isn’t your usual spot, is it  ?  i can sit somewhere else if you’d like. ’  /  @irvingstarters​

[valentinoanderson]

val wasn’t that good with dealing with other people. it wasn’t that he was an asshole or anything, he was just socially awkward and it never ended well for him. “oh, um, you are alright. i was wondering if you’d let me sit here, sadly this is the only booth with a cord for a laptop. Well, the table over there has one but the guy sitting there is not very nice.” he admitted. 

[riverz]

a wave of restlessness had washed over emmett, and saturated by that nervous energy he had stolen out into the night, leaving his work behind him. the momentary lapse in productivity might result in him being chewed out, but he’d been chewed out before. the partners all had sticks up their asses and he wasn’t sure it was his job to handle that anymore, least of all in the moment. the season was a hot one but under cover of night an extra layer was necessary, the sort that made him look less like a lawyer and more like he had in his college days. emmett stopped for cigarettes - he didn’t smoke, except when he did - and found an empty piece of the night to sit and stew in. just moments after he found superficial calm, he found he was no longer alone, and blinked lazily at the newcomer. “hi.” @irvingstarters​

[valentinoanderson]

valentino wasn’t one to be out this late. he worked twelve hour shifts, sometimes back to back. however, he was assured that he wouldn’t be called in unless someone else couldn’t make their shift, so he decided to try a bit of the night life of irving. he never was much of a drinker, but he did smoke, a nasty habit he had picked up during one of his trips to Italy with a cousin. “hi.” he commented. “mind if a borrow a light?” val asked as he pulled out a cigarettes, from out of the box he pulled from his back pocket and put it to his lips.

[nomesick-deactivated20211207]

     fired. from the only job he’s had for the last 2 years. today just wasn’t matty’s day. not that it was a complete surprise. if there was anything that he was better at than being incredibly intuitive and perceptive – it was being late. it didn’t seem to matter how many alarms he set for himself in the morning, since somehow he could both sleep through them and somehow wake up the tiniest part of his brain to be able to snooze them too. no, it didn’t make sense. but it didn’t matter now. walking out of the library with whatever dignity he had left, he grabbed his bike and started off back to his place. frustration is probably the only word to describe how he felt at the moment. and while distracted – something you don’t want to be when oppurating any kind of vehicle (even the ones that work manually) – matty came back to reality just in time to swerve from hitting someone right in front of him; hitting the tree next to them. he laid there for a moment, the little bit of dignity he had left gone. ’ look, i’m so sorry – i wasn’t paying attention … and- ’ looking up, even with his eyes a bit blury from knocking his glasses off in the fall, he gave a warm smile ’ i guess i should introduce myself seeing as i almost separated you from one or more of your limbs, huh? i’m matty. ’ he said, offering a hand out as he put his glasses back on and his vision came back into focus.

[valentinoanderson]

Val really should have learned not to be outside when he was in his head. He was having a rough day, which wasn’t shocking. He was worried about his mom, but then again when wasn’t he? Not to mention work could be a bit trying sometimes. Being an EMT was an amazing job but it wasn’t the perfect one.

When he heard a voice, Val looked to see the guy hit the tree and he winced, running quickly over to the man. “Holy shit, man. I appreciate you not trying to kill me, that would have been horrible. You okay?” He asked, a soft smile creeping up on his face. How could it not? The guy was both cute and charming, his type that was for sure. “Um, it’s nice to meet you, Matty. I’m Val.” He greeted as he took the man’s hand. “I am an EMT, by the way. Did you want me to check to make sure you didn't break anything? You might have a concussion so I wouldn’t go to sleep for a while.”

[riverz]

“they can’t fucking force me to watch high school musical. i won’t do it.” he clutches his paint-stained mug as if its a weapon that might be useful in the fight against the aforementioned feature. his shirt is paint-stained as well, thrifted, no doubt formerly the property of some art student and/or bob ross archetype. “i swear to god, if you’re a co-conspirator…” @irvingstarters​

[valentinoanderson]

Val looked at the man a little confused when he said that he wouldn’t be forced to watch High School Musical. “I don’t think anyone could force you to begin with. Like, you could easily leave the room but nah, I wouldn’t chose that to watch.” He admitted. “I am into musicals, sure, but those movies were a lot. Never really got into it. I’d watch Frozen before watching that.”

[valentinoanderson]

Working on replies slowly, but if you’d like to plot with Val or Charlie, hit me up on my discord. 🦄millionpapercuts#6387 If you do not have one, you can send me a message here! I will be replying while I am still up but if I dont’ reply for a while, I’ve passed out lol.