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These girls wanna tie a kid down and keep me around But I would never change; I’m a dog, I’m a hound. But I tell them what they wanna hear, They like how it sounds, 'Till I’m gone with the wind and I’m lost, never found. I met her at my show, then we smashed right after. If we go three rounds then she'll fall in love faster. The very next morning I’m Casper, In another city for a show somewhere getting plastered. It’s a disaster; to her I’m a drug. I do her kinda dirt, but they still fall in love. And I don’t understand it, foreign chicks on me, And she speak another language like she from another planet. She struggle when I’m gone, It’s hard when I leave. Being Ricky Pen, wear my heart on my sleeve. And she tell me that she love me but it’s hard to believe, Cause I’m coming and going, then I cum then I leave. And I swear I’m really not that shady, But you can’t blame me for who I’ve met lately Nowadays chicks wanna call a kid baby As soon as they find out I rap, shit's crazy.

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✘ EVGENIA:

     『 ✘ — evgenia adopts a thoughtful expression, tapping french-tipped fingers against her chin. she engages his youthful, deceitful, mahogany eyes; her own blue-grey hue glinting with ardour. “ oh? well shit, ezekiel. that’s rather exciting. ” she gives a silvery chuckle, folding her legs to sneakily reveal more of her upper thighs from underneath her relatively tight mini skirt. it’d been a while— her skills in the fine art of flirting had become slightly rusty. “ i’m rather enjoying being kept on my toes currently, so do continue. ” the blonde gestures to her shot before throwing it down, revelling in the sour burn it leaves in her throat. she instantly reaches forward to refill the little ornate glass. upon filling, and clinking it against zeke’s, she downs the second before the toast to designer rugs. “ to imported furniture from denmark, ” her chuckles become more light and facile with the taste of the alcohol in her mouth, her voice ever more flavoured with the music of her native republic. her glossy blue eyes look him up and down, shamelessly, taking in his whole visage. “ so, you know, just to warn you. you guys are going to get crushed at the next race. i’m just warning you now, so you can mentally prepare yourselves. ” evgenia taunts, trying in vain to keep a neutral expression. she drags a finger around the rim of the shot glass, still engaging his rich sepia eyes, a mirror of his careful smirk on her sugar pink lips. going to top up her glass once again, evie makes the effort to lean over him a little whilst reaching for the frosted glass bottle.

✘。—      flickering eyes complementing his COOL posture stretched across his side of the couch, ezekiel keeps an arm hanging effortlessly over the top of the sofa’s frame. every ounce of his being radiates of COQUETRY, his innate intentions apparent in the curl of his brow to the silk of his voice. the ebony-haired man has had his fair share of invitations to girls homes to know the implication in the air. he knows very well what he walked into, and as per usual, he remains keen on achieving the insinuation that beamed from evie’s sly movements. “ well, i’m a pretty exciting person, ” he advances nonchalantly, the mini skirt enveloping the blonde’s thighs an enthralling prospect to his senses, “ oh ? well, in that case . . . ” his notorious smirk begins to grow on his features, his gaze sending a COY expression to the royal azure eyes at his side. with the level of allure rising within the room, the alcohol levels imitate the elevation as ezekiel pours another shot for himself and allows it to seep down his throat, absorbing every SCORCH the liquid fire administers on the descent past his lips. zeke listens to evgenia’s rich accent play into the aura between the two, the second shot settling in his stomach. “ hm, is that so ? pretty confident for a girl who’s team got their asses kicked just last time, if i recall correctly, ” he reciprocates playfully, his fingers dancing with the now empty shot glass in anticipation for the next swig, “ hey, but if you play nice, maybe i’ll let you in on some tips. y’know, tips from a WINNER. might just give you guys an actual chance, ” a smooth chuckle escapes from grinned lips, a dangle of a brow acting as a tease. after another shot of vodka finds it’s way into ezekiel’s glass, he downs it swiftly, salacious eyes keeping a firm glance on evgenia as he drinks and a knee subtly grazing that of his company’s. 

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ray: technically this isn't my fault

ray: u can't suggest smth like that and expect me not to do it

zeke: and what, it's my fucking fault ??

zeke: it wasn't a suggestion smart ass

zeke: if you don't have enough common sense to know not to do something, that's not on me

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✘ ALEJANDRA:

╚ ❀ —      alejandra remains silent, letting the lack of words fill in the conversation’s blanks. while internally she knew aurora would be just fine, her brain wanders down darkened pathways. “ guess i have no choice but to T R U S T you then, considering you two have more history. ” alejandra concedes, despite the worst case scenarios she keeps conjuring. shrugging, she turns her head to face ezekiel as she murmurs, “ perhaps it comes with the territory of being a writer. i can’t help but imagine the good & the bad – i usually choose to latch onto the G O O D. i guess it becomes a bit more difficult to be suzy sunshine when the tragedy hits home. ” she turns to her food, picking at it with a newfound disinterest, listening to the other’s somber tone. “ ah. too blissed out to do anything yeah ? it’s why i don’t do drugs. i’m more of a pug person. ” she murmurs, trying to keep her judgement to a minimum. yet, seeing the desperation of a user is an image that never seems to F A D E. the brunette smirks with the cigarette between her lips, eyebrow arched to nonverbally answer his complaint. her mocha hues flit to the object, watching ezekiel ignite it. her cheeks hollow has she inhales the nicotine, letting the smoke burn her lungs before exhaling. she fits the cylinder between her fingers as the cigarette sits idle for a second. “ i forgot that smoking actually lets me feel my lungs deteriorate. ” despite her words, she takes another drag because she F E E L S something other than anxiety for the future. 

✘。—      lips lopsided in HOLLOW uncertainty, ezekiel shuffles uneasily in his seat on the bench, a shrug coming across his shoulders as a reply to alejandra’s statement. the salt in the fast food on his lap aides in reviving him, but his spirits still hang low. “ hey, i’m not saying it’s a BAD perspective to have. but, i mean, i guess 'the glass half full’ mentality can only go so far sometimes, ” he advises with a subtle raise of his eyebrows, a subliminal mockery in his expression, unimpressed with the point of view at question. after stiffly chewing down some burger, ezekiel swallows the bite and glances toward alejandra, a tiny scoff of laughter escaping after the gulp. “ blissed out . . . yeah. pugs, not drugs, eh ? ” he laughs cooly, dusting off salt from his fingertips onto the ground beneath them, “ why not pugs AND drugs ? sounds like a better compromise, if you ask me. ” his chuckle subsides over time, a LEECHING silence rising between them once again as the brunette smokes away on ezekiel’s cigarette. zeke watches her as her breath takes the first pull from the stick, ashy fog quickly filling up the space amidst the two. “ hm, really ? i guess it’s all numbed out for me at this point, ” his lips purse, beady orbs analyzing the cigarette in the girl’s mouth with keenness, “ ‘guess i’m just used to it. hey, am i gonna’ get a drag of that anytime soon, or ? ” a darkened brow angles in wonder.

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     『 ✘ — folding her arms across her chest for a moment, she turns to meet ezekiel’s tawny eyes, which she notices are oh so subtly wandering down her body. raising a perfectly arched eyebrow, she gives a sportive smile. “ either one of us without something to drink would be terribly strange. and i’ll very gratefully take that rum. ” evie’s smile grows before she turns back to the counter. carefully filling two slightly over-sized shot glasses, her fanciest ones with a careful golden patterns tooled around them, the blonde places the stout vodka bottle and glasses on a tray. with elegant steps she delivers them onto the table before zeke, then taking a seat close down next to him. “ well, if keeping my on my toes includes private vodka sessions, then i don’t so much mind. ” a coquettish grin decorates her face, her tone bright and playful. picking up one of the gilded shot glasses between two fingers, evgenia glances around the apartment living room. “ not bad, is it? winnie and i put a lot of work in. we’re basically interior designers, y’know? and i wouldn’t mind about that— i don’t think she’ll be home for a while. gives us plenty of time. ” the chechen raises her glass. evie notes how different she feels around zeke; how she feels like she’s shedding her skin of awkwardness and hostility. around him it’s not forcing it away, it’s inviting it in. it’s a foreign yet exciting sensation. maybe it’s just the stark contrast between him and the interesting characters she had to choose from to have a little fun with back home. whatever it was, adding lemon vodka to it seemed to be a good idea…

✘。—      NONCHALANT demeanor still brimming in his actions, the second shot glass of vodka finds it’s rightful way into ezekiel’s fingers. his eyes quickly scan the swimming surface of the liquid before glancing toward evgenia with a smirk pulling at the threads of his lips. “ oh, trust me, private vodka sessions are hardly the tip of the iceberg when it comes to ME keeping someone on their toes, ” his tongue dances in his usual smooth tone, thoughts wandering to SUGGESTIVE places. zeke’s eyes straiten to an attractive manner, the position of his chin oozing with a sense of self-regard. “ yeah, it is. i can tell, ” ezekiel nods politely at the decor surrounding him before grinning approvingly at evgenia’s last statement. “ perfect, ” his voice hushes, eyebrows jumping at the insinuation in the air. mimicking the blonde’s raise of her shot, zeke brings his citrus vodka up toward evegnia’s and lightly taps the side of it to hers. although the two are on opposing teams, a notion that should imply HATRED between them, ezekiel can’t resist the pull there is about the girl next to him. there is a certain irresponsibility and D A N G E R soaking in the idea of them sharing each other’s company, and zeke thrives for that feeling. evgenia is an easy and effortless soul to be around; something that draws the raven-haired racer to her. so, there is no second thoughts in ezekiel’s mind about their whole relationship of sorts, or whatever their arrangement could be called. “ to designer rugs, ” he jokes sarcastically with a tip of his brow, nudging toward the lavish floor, before allowing the shot to sink down his throat in one quick swoop. humming in pleasure at the sensation of the alcohol, ezekiel clangs the glass back down onto the table before them, ready for the next one.

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✘ EVGENIA:

     『 ✘ — “ indeed; it never hurts to have expertise in the area of fine wines. ” evgenia replies matter-of-factly, the same hint of a smirk on her own glossy pink lips. the raven-haired man had a voice like liquid honey; each word coated in velvet, incredibly pleasing to listen to. “ rum can always be a back-up if we somehow grow tired of lemon vodka. ” evie gives a silvery chuckle, unlocking the apartment door and striding through. throwing her bag into its usual corner, the blonde fishes out a couple of shot glasses from the kitchen cabinet before tending to anything else. “ an enemy wouldn’t be so kind as to help you get rid of your hangover, would they? you’re too harsh, ezekiel. ” evie purrs, her northern caucasian accent lilting smoothly as she spoke. the citric scent of the vodka slowly fills the area as she unscrews the cap on the bottle. “ make yourself at home, by the way… ” she adds absently, gesturing to the sofa and the impeccably neat living room as a whole. her roommate seemed not to be present, something evgenia was quietly thankful for. 

✘。—      ezekiel’s head shakes with a firm nod, lips pursed in subtle examination and eyes SWEEPING down the blonde’s figure as she speaks. his shadowy frame stands nonchalantly, shoulders leaning against the wall next to her apartment door. “ absolutely. there’ll always be something to drink, ” zeke confirms sleekly before lifting himself up from his place on the wall and following evie into her abode. “ especially since i’ve got to pay you back for all the lemon vodka you’ve shared. rum is the least i could do. ” his stride absorbs the surroundings, gaze trailing behind evgenia every so often as she set up the drink. the lemony aroma sends sparkles of ELECTRICITY up his nostrils, twinkling at his senses, enlivening them with the prospect of the liquid sliding down his throat. “ you’re right, i guess not, ” ezekiel raises a brow in interest, a minute hum of a chuckle erupting from the smirk plastered on his lips, “ but that’s the whole point of keeping your enemies close, right ? gotta’ keep them on their toes. ” his tone comes across as jovial, words playing with those of the enticing blonde. obeying evgenia’s offering, zeke steps forward and sinks himself into the sofa beneath him, one arm wrapping comfortably around a section of the top. he removes the hood of his hoodie from around his head as he allows evie to finish up and join him on the couch. eyeing her GRACEFUL movements, the intentions in his orbs grow more and more apparent with every hushed glance the pair share. loosely, ezekiel adds blithely, his mischievous grin evident in his voice, “ hey, nice place, by the way. although i doubt winona would enjoy seeing my face around here. ”

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✘ AURORA:

‘ this isn’t the kind of scar that i wanna’ remember, zeke ’ she begins, her words starting to trail off as the aura of lightness returns to her tone. she knew & she could feel the avoidance that was lurking between the two ever since the events that caused the marks protruding from her forehead. ‘ i acted like such an idiot, i just want to forget that it ever happened – GOD, she gets on my nerves so easily, can you believe that i actually punched her in the face though…  gotta admit, that it was so satisfying. ’ she chirps, the corners of her lips rise to form a genuine, sanguine smile. she was unaware of the guilt that he harbored, all she felt was shame. it enveloped her & ran through her veins, the scar would just be a constant reminder of what she hoped to forget. ‘ zeke … stop. even if you weren’t as high as a damn kite, you wouldn’t have been able to stop me or her from doing anything – besides, maybe now i’ll have some sense knocked into me. ’ a tender smile sweeps across her glossed lips, ‘ besides, its not your job to protect me, so don’t worry about it – don’t feel guilty. ’ 

✘。—      tilting his head view to get a sharper look at aurora’s wound, zeke purses his lips to the side, a SHINIER look of analysis appearing in the corner of his eye. “ yeah, i guess so, ” he shrugs, ashy orbs retreating down to a small tube of concealer, which he aimlessly picks up and examines with playful CONFUSION, “ but, you look quite bad ass, ror. i like it. ” his gaze makes it’s way back up to aurora’s, an eyebrow popping upward with an amiable grin. his racing partner’s own smile a relief to the apprehension he holds within him about the whole ordeal. “ i know, i was surprised, ” ezekiel chuckles heartedly at the image of the blonde throwing a punch, “ it was great though. i mean, obviously not the whole situation. but, damn, look at you. who knew aurora amari would be knocking people right and left ? and liking it too ? i’m so proud. ” another deep laugh bellows from his throat, eyes crinkling in amusement, as he slickly begins to lean on the counter next to the duo. however, his sounds of hilarity soon trickle down to a SILENT nod of understanding once aurora confronts the insecurities in the air. “ no, aurora. i know that you can very well take care of yourself. but i can’t just stand around and do NOTHING. come on, ” zeke murmurs gently, casually sliding closer to the strawberry-blonde with every syllable, “ i’m not gonna’ let you hold ALL the worry. what’s wrong with wanting to protect you anyway ? ” a musing smirk appears subtly upon his lips, his body angled in an easygoing fashion.

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✘ TAMSIN:

✩ °｡. · . — a hurricane consumed by her OWN internal sufferings, the brunette fled from the comforts of the town’s cardinal boundaries, escaping the familiar faces & haunting echoes of the past that illuminated her phone screen with each of H I S calls. for years, tamsin had constructed walls that enclosed her fragile soul, encasing it within bulletproof elements that radiated beneath a elusive smirk, warning those that encountered her chilling aura to be hesitant with this one, as she was a dangerous temptation — but, somehow, he had found ways to break those structures down, to chisel away at her facade with each stain of his bruised lips, to cause the siren to abandon her calling. lying there, legs intertwined within silk sheets, tamsin had exposed not only her body, but her heart … & all to the boy whom would one day ignite that flames that destroyed it all. her feet danced lightly upon the cracked pavement, cerulean hues concealed behind the rim of dark, circular frames, as she balanced the ceramic mug of steaming energy within one hand & an oversized designer bag within the other in search of a cloistered table beneath the warmth of the late afternoon sun. a place of serenity, tamsin often resorted to the peculiar area outside of town, inhabiting the tables that so many strangers often sat at, imagining the wide array of identities she could assume for the afternoon — to escape, to not have to be herself, even if just for an hour. today, she was ophelia, engaged in a book with french vanilla stained pages & a floral maxi dress that cascaded beneath her. ‘ hm, ’ tamsin murmured in response to the sound of her name, eyes fixated upon the charcoal inkings. slowly, her gaze lifted, & whatever sense of composure she withheld melted away to a heated frustration. ‘ tamsin, huh ? i don’t know her, ’ fingertips lightly grazed the fragile corners of the pages, tucking one beneath itself & slowly tucking the closed book beneath her arm. ‘ but, if i did, she would want you to know that she’s changing her number & doesn’t care to see you right now. ’ swiftly, the brunette scooped up the half empty coffee cup & pressed her wine-stained pout to the edges, imprinting a replicated stain on the side before focusing her attention back down on the book. ‘ there’s a pet store down the road, i’m sure one of you could find one of your other bitches is there. ’

✘。—     globular crystals of cobalt salute his narrowed glance for a fraction of a second before retreating downwards, a hint of something darker suddenly appearing in tamsin’s azure gaze once ezekiel’s presence hits. a presence coiled in IMPATIENCE and a disturbed resentment. irritatedly, zeke scoffs at tamsin’s petty remarks, head and eyes rolling back in frustration. “ oh, cut the shit, tamsin, ” his expression falls unimpressed, “ don’t pull that bullshit with me right now. did you think i’d just ignore that voicemail or something ? ” he removes his hand from the table top, intensifying his firm stare on his ex-girlfriend’s movements. the tension thick and unbearable, the ebony-dressed man refuses to leave without a proper discussion, unable to unclasp the brunette’s haunting words hooking at his nerves. two, once fitting, irregular pieces of a torturous puzzle striking in opposition. “ FUNNY, tamsin. real funny. yeah, just push all the blame onto me. as fucking always. well, now’s not the fucking time, ” he spits toxically, shoving the chair next to her out from the table and sternly planting himself on it, a pitiful attempt at grabbing the resistant girl’s attention. “ would you just fucking look at me ? a pregnancy’s a big deal, y’know. you were fucking— ” zeke blurts with shifty eyes observing the subtle glances from strangers amongst them, words having a difficult time forming. instinctively, his tone lowers and his shoulders wedge forward to shut out the odd looks. “ you were fucking PREGNANT and you didn’t tell me ?! why ? just— just, when ? when did this happen ? please fucking talk to me. ” there is an evident strain to his voice, worn out from continuous alcohol use and smoking abuse.

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✘ ALEJANDRA:

╚ ❀ —      the brunette wraps her arms around her frame to shelter herself from the emotional chill. glancing over, alejandra watches the other struggle to form words, & she E M P A T H I Z E S with that feeling. no words can be enough to make up for their absence in the face of tragedy. “ you’re sure ? ” alejandra asks for affirmation. “ it’s kind of funny – well, i guess it’s truly not, but how can anyone really be sure of A N Y T H I N G ? life is such a gamble, like what if there’s a fire at the hospital & ‘rora’s caught in it ? if scout had never hit her, she wouldn’t be there, & she would have avoided the elusive fire. sometimes, life would be simpler if we thought in probabilities rather than approximations, but then again, it would make it more black & white. a little color is nice every now & then. ” she pauses, almost winded by her own thoughts. nodding in understanding, the brunette returns to her sandwich. “ i get it. i wasn’t there either. god, i don’t even REMEMBER where i was then – i think that’s what makes it worse. it was out of my control. i mean, you weren’t there when it happened were you ? surely that can ease some of your guilt ? ” sighing, her mocha hues wander around the park searching for a distraction. she wearily eyes the raven - haired boy & the cancer stick resting precariously between his lips, provoking her. tasting the idea on her tongue, alejandra thinks about it – the distraction nicotine would bring. “ fine, ” alejandra grumbles, will too W E A K to fight her nagging activist. reaching forward, she plucks the cigarette out of ezekiel’s mouth, placing it into her own. “ gonna light it up or not ? ” she asks, words muffled by the object. 

✘。—      the scratched jacket embracing his features cozies a layer of WARMTH around his body, protecting the driver from the season’s BRUTALITIES. yet still, ezekiel can’t seem to escape the frigidness that comes with the brooding thoughts between the two. “ of course i’m sure, ” he says a bit offendedly, brows drawing inward, “ i’ve known rora my whole life. i’ve seen her through a bunch of shit. ” his foot drags on the gravel under them, kicking a pebble a few feet away in contemplation. “ but i see what you’re trying to say. you can’t go through life worrying about all of that though. it’s not practical. you do what you gotta’ do in the moment. that’s IT. ” a minute shrug can be seen wave throughout zeke’s shoulders as he brushes off the deep pondering, finding a certain comfort in the saltiness of the fries in his lap. “ no, i was there. everything’s a bit fuzzy, but i was there talking to them pretty much until it happened, i think. so, yeah . . ” colour-drained lips purse under fallen lashes, “ doesn’t really help. ” however, a promise of nicotine-filled lungs and an EASED aura tickles at ezekiel’s urges, a sense that never failed to help in times like these. or any time, really. his mouth pouts as the cigarette is snatched from his possession, gaze turning to the girl next to him. “ hey, if you’re so against it, i’m not making you do anything here, ” he retorts, slipping a black lighter from his pocket and dangling it from his fingers before alejandra asks for a light, “ alright then. ” zeke’s hand brings the induced flame up to the stick in the brunette’s mouth, swiftly igniting it.

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ray: u can fuckn choke :)

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✘ AURORA:

‘ lets just all pray to god that i don’t get a giant scar from this, ’ she huffs, anyone would be able to practically touch the resentment that she harbors. the tangle of anguish that she found herself in a few nights before left her in a sullen haze. her fingers lightly tracing around onto the residual marks left on her forehead from the collision with the champagne flute. despite the bitterness that she bears, a sanguine optimism is spilling from her words as she rests her chin in the palms of her hand, propped up by her elbow, a faint lightness that always traces around aurora’s words, whether she’s at her lowest of lows, there is always a calming tinge of radiance that hovers above her remarks. ‘ i wonder how much concealer i’d need to even cover this, just gunna’ hope that it fades away. ’

✘。—       the jagged sight of the wounds sunken deep into aurora’s forehead lights flames of REGRET in ezekiel’s eyes, his nose slightly wrinkling in distaste. particularly, a bitter distaste toward himself. “ maybe a little bit of a scar would do ya’ good. y’know, like a battle scar. makes you look tough, like you’ve seen shit. ” zeke says hesitantly, an apologetic lightness to his tone in hopes of enlivening the mood. the close pair hadn’t spoken much about the night of their win, a feeling of mutual avoidance floating between them. however, now, with his friend’s injury staring directly at him, he is reminded of the coked evening, and of the PROTECTION he should of administered over the blonde. granted, zeke had been completely high out of his mind at the time, but to his usually ICY conscious, that was no excuse. growing up, ezekiel had always been a reliable source of SECURITY for aurora, a company she could always feel comfortable around. therefore, seeing her suffer from a situation that happened in his presence and in his control — ezekiel feels awful. “ hey ror, ” he starts, gaze elevating from his lap to the girl next to him, “ you know i would have done something if i hadn’t been so fucked up, right ? ”

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✘ SCOUT:

     ✩ ° . · . scout covers an amused chuckle with the back of her hand. “ i’m secretly just a pretentious wine mom at heart, y’know. ” she says, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. ever since picking up a tattered wine guide from a second-hand bookshop for a couple of dollars, scout had been considering herself somewhat of an expert on fine european wines. “ ooh, rum. i could go for some of that. it’s so easy to get fucked up on coconut white rum because it’s so good, ” scout approves emphatically. with zeke at her side, scout struts over to the elevator, heels clicking rhythmically against the marbled floors; and punches in the number of her floor. against the gentle hum of the elevator’s tinkling music, the brunette turns to the other with an inquisitive glance. “ do you think the vigours would approve of you keeping the company of the troublemaker of the opposing team? ” she can’t hide the playful grin playing on her lips.

✘。—      shrugging shoulders accompanied by a quick chuckle, zeke glances down at scout with an impish gaze. “ hey, it’s not a bad thing. maybe I should be a little more versed in the fine wines myself, eh ? ” the man’s words sprinkle wistfully off of his tongue, his lips keeping up the hint of a SMIRK, “ exactly, can’t go wrong with rum. ” the elevator doors open up at the purr of his last word, sneakered feet shuffling into the boxed space after the graceful brunette. ezekiel raises a sly brow at scout’s question, pouting his mouth in contemplation for a swift second, before replying in a troublesome manner, “ keep your enemies CLOSE, y’know. ” his eyebrows pop upwards naughtily with a subtle part of his lips, emphasizing his point even further. once the elevator arrives on the correct floor, zeke exits into the hallway, the duo making their way to scout’s place.

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✘。—      phone call after phone call of ignored messages, ezekiel begins to feel fed up about the whole ordeal, the man unable to think properly without obtaining the confrontation he desires. unluckily, his phone continues to bring him no news of the torturous brunette; no calls, no texts, NOTHING. it has been hours and still, ezekiel stands empty handed, absolutely no reply coming from tamsin’s side of the situation, the silence driving him to every corner of crazy. even after the TRAUMATIZED lead racer left her a few gut-wrenching voicemails in response to her startling one, everything remains speechless. too much fuzziness and not enough answers to the pressing inquiries chewing at the withered strings of his blackened heart. zeke just can’t seem to handle it any longer, sitting there idly in the nothingness. so after what feels like a lifetime, he takes matters into his OWN hands. there is a turmoil of hostile breaths and overwhelming urges in the air as ezekiel mumbles a hushed ‘ FUCK IT ’ to himself and impatiently snatches his car keys, jogging out his front door with haste. his hands find themselves behind the wheel of one of his cars, and before he can even begin to fully process his actions, he’s roaming the streets in search of tamsin. he knows the girl, or at least, he HAD known her once, so tracking her down didn’t seem like such a difficult feat in his mind. and just as expected, in no time, all roads lead to a familiar café — quaint and serene, one that the pair had shared many visits in the past, throwing crumbs of croissant at each other in hysterics and loitering the sofa at the back with concealed caresses. to his bitter satisfaction, there she is. from the window of his car, ezekiel spots her — her secluded figure having a seat on one of the tables outside. desperation fuels his veins as he parks in front and exits his vehicle, unbothered by the lack of subtlety in his movements. his solid footsteps approach with every jagged thump of his chest, two opposing energies colliding in tensive friction, the aura around them freezing as soon as their eyes meet. “ TAMSIN, ” he bellows affirmatively, dark brows hunched over in frustration and a resistant hand landing on the table in front of her, “ do you just not answer my calls now ? we need to fucking talk. ” there’s a hint of plea in his facial features as he attempts to sustain a relatively even-tempered tone in public.

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✘。[  TEXT  ❯  jack  ] — hey, what you end up doing with that painting of yours that i ruined by accident ?✘。[  TEXT  ❯  jack  ] — damn that seems like forever ago✘。[  TEXT  ❯  jack  ] — just for the record, i didn’t mean to spill that soup all over it✘。[  TEXT  ❯  jack  ] — not that i care.. i mean, i was just taking a walk and saw a piece of shit on the ground … so it reminded me

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✘。[  TEXT  ❯  jack  ] — just out of …curiosity . .. ✘。[  TEXT  ❯  jack  ] — how would one . . um . .. go about … er .. . removing paint from . . their underwear .  . .✘。[  TEXT  ❯  jack  ] — it’s for science