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xan larkin | @undrgrndrp

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june !

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“hey! numb nuts!” june called out merrily from across the other end of the concession stand at work. she took a running start and slid across the counter, the activity that gave her a reason to wake up every morning, ignoring the city’s health codes and not giving a fuck. especially now that she was co-assistant manager, she felt comfortable being real comfortable at the trio. she stopped just shy of xan and planted her feet on the ground so she could grab an icee.

in signature june fashion, she mixed the cherry and coke flavors to create the obvious masterpiece their icee machine was made for, she was sure. “i feel like i haven’t seen you in forever. what’ve you been up to, love? you doing undercover work for the man?” she joked, hopping up onto the counter next to the cups and sipping on her all important icee.

xan shuffled his way into the theatre lobby, head down as he attempted to untangle his knotted headphones. he wasn’t exactly looking forward to going back to work, though june shouting at him almost as soon as he entered did make things a little brighter. she’d appeared in front of him before he could even mumble back a hey or completely tell where her voice came from. “either she’s lightning fast or you’re snail slow today, buddy,” he’d thought to himself. 

he finally did mumble a small hey in reply while shuffling a few more steps forward and leaning next to the machine where june stood. “nah, nah, man,” alexander cracked a smile, accompanied by the quickest wheeze of a laugh, “i fuckin’ wish, though . . . that’d be hella cool. well, maybe not for the man ... but like ... on the man. dig up some dirt for blackmail, ya know ?” 

xan stared at the icee machine, contemplating whether or not to make his own. he simpy shrugged after a moment and shuffled towards june once again, only to lean on the counter where she sat. “what about you, though, junie b jones ? have you been doing any undercover work? or were you just here all along, hmm?”

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peter !

God, he hated the way that “Buddy…” sounded. Had he really gotten to the point of a sympathetic, exasperated “Buddy…”? Was that how far he’d sunken into his own eroding mind?

Christ.

Cold fingers are quick to entwine with those smaller and warmer, squeezing once, twice, three times to ensure that Xan was, in fact, really there alongside him. Couldn’t let himself get fooled by a bush again, no siree. “I don’t use watches, Xan,” He murmurs, tugging the other closer to rest his chin among dark, soft curls. “Time isn’t real– S’just a concept out to terrify humankind by reminding them of impending death and doom.”

xan waited until peter had finished his squeezing before passing back a small, gentle squeeze as a sign of reassurance and comfort. xan would’ve nodded in genuine agreement if he didn’t have peter resting on his head. but he didn’t mind. 

“yeah, man, time’s fake. screw time. you ever drive into a different timezone? it’s bullshit and it fucks with you big time.” he paused for a moment. “time can be helpful sometimes tho. like when you don’t wanna overcook your bagel bites, ya know?”

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peter !

Despite the somewhat gentle approach, the sudden voice jars Peter right out of his clouded mind, jolting his body upward in shock. A hand flashes against his chest in his surprise, over the rapidly pounding heart a beat away from breaking free, and he can’t help the sigh of relief at the sight of a familiar sapphire gaze.

Christ. If that hypnotherapist hadn’t knocked that Michael Myers hallucination out of his brain..

“Jesus, dude,” he breathes out, his hand falling to dangle at his side as he sluggishly makes room on the curb for the other to stand. “You takin’ up stalkin’, now? Y’know, peoplewatchin’ is just the PC way to put it.”

At the question, he can’t help but let out a long, frustrated huff, unfocused eyes lifting once more to stare down the stop sign. “Dude, I..I just wanna go home.”

xan laughed lightheartedly, shoving his hands into his pockets with a small shrug. “ those are completely different, petey. but either way, nah. i was just out for a walk when i bumped into you.”

xan said nothing for a moment after peter’s response, his eyes flickering back and forth between peter and the the stop sign he was staring at. “buddy,” he said softly, eventually figuring out what was wrong. “ya know . . . it’s a sign not a light, right?” he extended his hand. “ c’mon, i’ll walk you home. how long were you standing here anyways?”

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tobias‌ !

Tobias laughed, scratching at the back of his neck. “If you say so.” He still wasn’t so sure (the memories of all his awkward moments in high school flooding back to him), but this wasn’t the time to argue; Tobias wasn’t one to fight on accord of his own self-deprecation. “Oh, hell yeah. Now that’d be killer,” he replied next, laughing in a less nervous fashion this time around, allowing the conversation flipped its way back to the original topic. “If we made that movie, then we could famous too.” Tobias nodded, smiling, then laughed at the idea proposed. “You’re definitely right there,” he said, pointing jokingly at Xan. “But I don’t know whether I’d want to know them “back-when.” Politics isn’t really my thing, but I know they’re important. Or, well, they’re supposed to be, I guess. That’s what every adult keeps telling me, anyway.”

“ ahh, touche,” xan laughed lightly. “ it’s still fun to brag about that kinda stuff, though . . . politicians or not.” he shrugged. “ screw what they say . . . the government is fucked. i think they’re spying on us and stuff, ya know ? ”

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DOTTIE — !

Dottie was positive she was alone on stage until a male voice disrupted her ‘solo practice.’ She jumped–– visibly startled by the interruption. “Christ, you scared me…” she paused for a moment to gather her thoughts and catch her breath. “But um, thanks.” Dot couldn’t help but to break into a wide grin, she practically had to kick herself in order to prevent the happy dance the occasion deserved. Of course she recognized the other from Leech Fragmant, a band whose sound she really looked up to. It meant the world that one of their vocalists appreciated her sound, especially since she was singing the kind of music Trinity’s genre didn’t allow her to perform. “Yeah, Sleigh Bells.” Dorothy ran a hand through her hair, searching around for a way they could play together. A jam sesh with a member of Leech Fragmant seemed like the opportunity of a lifetime for her, and she’d be damned if she let it slip past her fingers just like that. “How about I play the keyboard, we can do vocals together.” she seemed far too eager, even for her own lax standards. “Yeah, lead vocals of Trinity. I’m Dottie, nice to meet you.”

“ sorry,” xan smiled sheepishly. “but, uh, yeah, you’re welcome. it was the truth so . . .” he trailed off with a quick smile. “ oh. ” now it was his turn to be flustered. “ i’m not really the best singer, especially without adaleide, and i don’t know if i remember the words, but, uh, yeah we can try a bit of it if you want ? it could be fun, ” he shrugged with breezy laugh. “ pleasure to meet you, too, dottie.” he bowed playfully. “ i should’ve introduced myself sooner but, uh, i’m xan from leech fragment.” 

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CLARK — !

clark was aghast. as a purveyor of the fine art of dick drawing, he knows the sacred rule: no dick can ever be too big. clearly, it is completely necessary to educate this pleb on the intricacies of the craft. 

“a little too big?” he shakes his head, lightly tsking with his tongue. “my friend, you have never seen too big. this is moderately sized for a human-cat dong, trust. i coulda gone way larger, dude. the sky is the fuckin’ limit here, alright?” 

he leans forward as he shares these intimate trade secrets, looking incredibly conspiratorial. he can practically feel the eyes of his manager boring holes into his back. that guy is full convinced clark has been selling drugs under the table since he started working at rosie’s. little does he know, he’s just been drawin’ dicks. 

“you think if a cat has got a human face, i’m gonna limit myself to a cat-sized dick, bro? not a fuckin’ chance. if he’s got a human face, he’s got a human dick, no question. it’s just how it’s gotta be. the way of nature, and shit, you feel?”

maybe burning through half a joint during his 30-minute lunch break wasn’t his finest idea. 

 “ if the sky’s the fuckin’ limit, why’d you only go moderate ?” he replied, not really caring if clark replied or not. though part of him did want to know what was holding the other back.

xan stared amusingly at clark as he leaned forward across the table, ready to accept whatever stupid secret he seemed ready to reveal. part of him knows he should walk away so he can get on with his day and so the older boy could get back to work. but he knew this was too good to miss.

“ touché, man. i think i get it. but with that logic, a cat head on a human body would have a cat-sized dick and that’d be even weirder, in a way.” he thought about it for a moment, letting a silence fall over them. “ so . . . is that it, or do you have more art you wanna pester me with ? ”

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liam !

rough palms come together in a clap—– “ yes, ariana grande, that’s the one! ”  though, it’s not like he would turn jenette mccurdy down if she was suddenly trying to mack on him in a dingy burger king, but it’s all a hypothetical so he figures it’s fine to be picky.  “  ok, ok, relax, man.  i’ve decided i believe you.  ”   leaning back in his chair, fingers tapping some vague beat on the table top, liam grinned.  “  if you were gonna lie about meeting a celebrity, it would be someone a little less, uh … random dancing, y’know? ”  

“ but ariana grande only in victorious or ariana grande, like, in general ? ” xan felt the specification was necessary, because now he wondered if liam had a thing for artificial red-heads or just ariana grande. “ you should’ve believed me from the start,”  he pretended to be wounded. “ exactly ! see ? you get it. hey, do you think if i changed it to someone cooler, peter and ace would believe me ? ”

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connor ! 

“huh.” connor had unfortunately lost his taste for taco bell after watching clark suffer too many times. he was beginning to think that enjoying eating there was some sort of disease, but maybe he was the diseased one for being a stoner who didn’t like taco bell. god only knows. “yeah, man, tweet that shiiiit. i mean, the worst thing that could happen is that you get ignored forever and die never knowing if sam is down with dingle… i’m sure we shouldn’t phrase it that way, though.”

“ tweet it now ? like right this minute ? ” he pulled out his phone, completely ready to tweet her, despite his hesitant or confused tone. xan snorted. “ do you think if we kept the phrasing she’d block me ? ”

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jamie !

Jamie paused, brown eyes glancing up as he tried to remember the blonde one from iCarly. But, he was coming up blank. “Yeah, blonde. I kind of remember her now,” he fibbed, shrugging his shoulders. “I mainly remember the brother in there. Didn’t he, like… have an ostrich in an episode, or was that some kind of fever dream I had?”

“ yo, spencer. fuckin’ crazy steve . . . my god. ” xan shook his head, “ nah, you didn’t hallucinate that one. i think i remember that, too, unless we both made it up somehow. really i just remember he made a bunch of statues or something, right ? ” 

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peter !

Jesus, this stoplight was taking fucking forever. Of course, Peter completely acknowledges his living in the dingier part of town, but one would think that the town would at the very least be aware of its own issues and be on top of their repair.

Heh.. dingier part of town. Dingier part of Dingle. S’funny.

Peter squints up at the dull red still loud and prominent before his face, lips tugged into a deep, deep frown. God, how long had it been by now? Twenty minutes? Thirty? An hour?

How long do stop signs take to turn green?

every time xan needed to blow off steam or clear his head, he’d skate around as much of dingle as he could. he found himself doing the same thing right now, but for a third reason. that reason being his dad was having friends over for dinner and he didn’t want to be around for that.

he took one headphone out and let it dangle and sway in front of his chest as he approached the end of the sidewalk. he slowed down and picked up his board as soon as he spotted someone else standing there.

as he got closer, he recognized the silhouette and clothes to be peter. he’d wanted to attack him in some sort of playful way, but figured if he was standing so still, something must be wrong and that it’d be a bad idea for the both of them.

“ peter,” he whisper-shouted, reverting to a normal voice soon after. “ ‘sup, buddy ? standing in front of stop signs a new habit of yours or somethin’ ? ”

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isa !

“… I thought you would have realized that earlier. After all, when you become a celebrity you’ll still be a normal person.” Isa says nonchalantly as she shrugs. The ‘when’ passes her lips without any hesitation, more from a firm belief in Xan than Leech as a whole. Even if Leech somehow didn’t make it all the way (not that Isa really had any idea if it would), Isa was completely confident that Xan would. Because, despite the fact that she was now somehow surrounded with more passionate people than she’s ever been in her life, Xan was and is still the first image to come to mind when Isa thought of the word passion. If anyone could do it, it was him. Isa blinks back to the present at Xan’s laugh, her brows furrowing slightly at his reaction. She arches her brows at his next words though, curious as she asks, “…you have a type?” Isa takes Xan’s phone carefully as it’s offered to her, pausing at his question for a moment to think for a few moments before she honestly answers, “maybe. But I’m mostly curious.” She finally looks down to the screen to examine ‘Sam’ from iCarly, flicking through different photos for a few moments before she passes the phone back to Xan, having to stifle the urge to smile to reply with a monotone, “… I’m beginning to question fourteen year old Xan’s taste.”

“ earlier than fourteen ? ” xan laughed lightly, only for a brief second, initially thinking that any fourteen year old wouldn’t realize something so nearly profound. “ but growing up in bigger cities . . . you’re right , i guess i should’ve. ” he ended with a quick smile, eyes focusing on isa before she spoke again. “ i don’t know if i really have a type,” he shrugged, knowing that it contradicted his previous statement. “ but i do know sam was fictional and kind of annoying. ” he waited as isa flipped through the pictures, almost embarrassed of what she would say. “ if you really want to see fourteen year old me’s taste,” taking the phone back from her before searching ‘selena gomez wizards of waverly place’ and holding it out to her again. “ this is far more accurate.”

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xan’s style influence ; spotify | youtube

;; songs xan grew up listening to that have influenced his musical style over the years. including song he used to drum, his favourites to strum along to, some he likes to sing the most, but mostly, just what his ideal music sound is.

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xan’s november fave’s ; spotify | youtube 

;; in which xan compiles his current favourite songs into a playlist each month ↘︎↘︎↘︎

i. angel  with a shotgun // the cab |  ii. get home// bastille | iii. drag // day wave | iv. dust // the neighbourhood | v. i want to hold your hand // the beatles | vi. c section  // dot hacker | vii. pink + white // frank ocean | viii. le festin // camille | ix. introvert ( ft. joji )  // rich brian | x. gold // brockhampton | xi. amygdala // she’s only sixteen | xii. down ( ft. lil wayne ) // jay sean | xiii. needle in the hay  // elliott smith | xiv. vexation  // the garden | xv. australia // the shins | xvi. stop the world i wanna get off with you // arctic monkeys | xvii. i bet you look good on the dance floor // arctic monkeys | xviii. on melancholy hill // gorillaz | xix. rodent // the menzingers | xx. yosemite // travis scott | xxi. sunflower // post malone + swae lee | xxii. billie jean // michael jackson | xxiii. my boy // billie eilish | xxiv. window // joji | xxv. soundcheck // catfish and the bottlemen | xxvi. beware the dog // the griswolds | xxvii. a beginner’s guide to destroying the universe // foster the people | xxviii. baby // the rose | xxix. la belle femme // hunny | xxx. eleven // last dinosaurs