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Eventually after some slight movements, Shane opened his eyes to see that he was still on the observatory. Guess he was more tired than he thought he was. Oh well, only thing he could do now was to get up. It was then he noticed that something was around his waist. Another looked revealed it to be Seraphina.

Last he'd checked, she'd fallen asleep on his shoulder the previous. She must've adjusted herself while he was out. Still, he gently nudged her to wake her. "Hey, Seraphina." Since he still didn't know the layout of the place, he'd prefer it to have a guide with him as he walked around.

He was quite glad that no one had walked in on them while they were sleeping, though that didn't mean that they weren't wondering where Seraphina was. If luck was still on their side, then he wouldn't have to explain any of this at all. If anything he'd rather avoid that if at all possible.

 

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"Hey, Seraphina." ​

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She popped her head up, pretending like she had just woken up, fixing her hair and then sitting up straight. "Oh, hello. Good Morning." She smiled. "Did you sleep well?" Seraphina asked.. "I'm sorry that I had fallen asleep, I had a few things to drink last night that I probably shouldn't have had. I must've just been so tired...." She explained. "I'm going to go to my room to freshen up..." Seraphina said, standing up and fixing her dress. "You're welcome to also in one of the guest bathrooms, I'll show you don't worry." She laughed, as they went back down the elevator. She looked around for a second, remembering where they were. "First door on the left hall, is one of the guestrooms, with a guest bathroom also. My room is the last on the right hall, you can come find me whatever you're ready." She said. "Oh, and thanks, for not leaving. Last night I mean.." She said, not making eye contact with him, it wasn't something she wanted to say to him. She turned to the other hall way, and went back into her room. She took a quick bath, did her hair, makeup and then started to pick out what to wear. ​

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She sat on her bed, waiting for him to come back. She heard the phone ring. "Yes?" Seraphina asked. "Hello Seraphina, where were you last night?" She heard her mothers voice for the first time in months. "I had a friend over." She said. "We forgot to go down to the party." She explained. "Where is she now?" Her mother asked. "They're just freshening up mother." She told her. "I see, well, Your father and I will be just thrilled darling. Ta-ta." Her mother hung up. She took a deep breath, and lied down on the bed for a second. They were really home. What in the world would they say when they saw Shane was not in a girl? She didn't exactly lie to them she said 'They' it could've meant boy or girl she just didn't correct her. She laughed nervously. That didn't justify anything. She waited for a bit longer, wondering how she would tell her parents about any of this. ​

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Anyway, after you made us leave, we headed to the movie. It was pretty bad, but we enjoyed making fun of it. After that, we held hands all the way to the park. We were both quiet a lot of the way and barely really talked. It's weird. But yeah. Then we got to the park and I leaned on him while we watched the fireworks, and he finally walked me back home." ​

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"Awwwwwwwww. Thats soooo cute." Estelle said, As Nat leaned into her she was surprised, nearly jumping. ​

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"I gave him some Cupid's Brew." Natalie then showed her friend the small vial. "It didn't really work though, he didn't drink the coffee. Even so, that may have made him fall out of love with me, so I'm glad it didn't." ​

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Estelle's heart started to pump faster and faster, like this was a really bad idea or something wasn't right. She had trouble breathing, her hands were starting to sweat, she looked over at the small Vial. It looked like, weird. She looked at it closer, they had things like 'Molly' a while back anyway, maybe this was some kind of Street drug. This was bad news. Bad bad bad bad baaaaaaaaaaad. She must've tried to drug him, that was the only logical explanation. ​

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"What, do you mean, '"It didn't really work though, he didn't drink the coffee. Even so, that may have made him fall out of love with me, so I'm glad it didn't."'?!" She whispered angered. "What is that some kind of drug? The ones the boys put in girls drinks at the bar to make them..." Estelle looked off in a dazed. She snapped out of it. ​

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"Cupid's Brew? You have a lot of explaining to do, I can't believe you would try and drug the person you have a crush on... What does it do?" Estelle asked, still sort of curious. "No no no no I don't even want to know, well I do but that's not the point the point is that Nat you should get rid of that right now. What if he found out you tried to use that on him, he would flip, or at least I think so. You have to tell him you tried using it on him and just come clean. I really hope you don't try that again..." Estelle went on ranting about how drugs were dangerous and how they could have a bad impact. ​

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◀LOCATION⦂ HOME ✐ OOC⦂ ✗ ▶​

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To: Tuck​

It's fine. I just thought you wanted​

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Erik was beat. Even with crashing like he did last night after the bar, it wasn't enough to make up for his lack of sleep lately. Tucker had finally replied to his messages earlier, but when he texted him back, there was never a response. Oh well. He was sitting at his piano, humming along with the piece he had been working on. The last few lines were finally coming together. Hopefully he could finish it today, but he was being really **** about it being just right, so he doubted it. Erik sighed and a buzzing rang out through the apartment.

He slid out the bench and walked over to the display screen on the wall. Erik pressed the video button, surprised to see a familiar red head standing outside his apartment building. His finger moved to the door lock button and he buzzed Tucker in. He walked over to the kitchen to wait. After a minute, footsteps sounded down the hall and a knock came at the door. He crossed over to the entryway and unlocked the deadbolt. He opened the door and gave Tucker a quick once over before letting him in. "Look what the cat dragged in." He whistled. "How ya doin' stranger?"

Erik shut the door after him and walked back into the kitchen for a glass of iced tea. He grabbed a second cup for Tuck as well and set it down on the counter. "I must say, this is quite a surprise Tuck. You didn't respond to my message earlier and I definitely wasn't expecting company." He glanced around to get a good look at his apartment. It was spotless per usual, but home alone spotless and guest appropriate spotless were two different things. He shook his head before turning back to his long - time friend.

 

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Torvald rubbed the bandages around his hands.
Of course, of course, he should have expected her to not be at the old school. Not there, not ever ... aaaah, he winced a bit, trying to turn away back to the bus window as he watched the buildings pass by in an overcast blur.

The young boy was not here today. This bus was simply empty, and Torvald was alone to keep himself company.
He rubbed his hands again, clenching his teeth. Shards of pain stabbed at his wrists and palm, but it wasn't anything he couldn't take. After ... everything that happened in his quest to find that old professor, Torvald very much realized that he needed to get away. Just for a bit. From everyone, everything, that didn't have much to do with what was important to him and what was neglected.

The bus ran down one of Candlewood's many high slopes, and he felt his back raise up under the gravity. The station signal at the very end of the bus read "Candlewood General Hospital", and it began to crawl to a slow. Torvald turned down to look at his boots -- a bit worn, with brown splotches here and there. His coat was a bit ripped, and his hair was a tangled mess. He shook his head.

<< Candlewood General Hospital, >> the announcement rang out. The bus doors opened, and Torvald stepped out onto the cold January street.
The doors closed behind him and the bus sped off, and he found himself staring at the concrete bunker that was the all-too-familiar hospital. He felt a chill run down his spine, seeing the grey concrete decor, pale glass windows, and unappealing blandness of the entire structure.

Ah ...

He stepped in.

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<< Julius Menon, Room 314. >> The receptionist smiled, but her eyes scanned Torvald carefully. Torvald grunted a reply and began to lumber off, limping a bit.

<< I'm sorry-->>

He stopped and turned.

<< Do I-- I mean-- >> She briefly looked down at her desk and back at him. << I might have seen you before ... Mr. Tannhauser? It was years ... is that you? >>

<< I've had injuries before. >> He spat out.​

The receptionist briefly grew pale at his voice, then lowered her eyebrows. << You were here to shadow a few surgeons two years ago. What happened to you ... >>

<< You have a sharp memory. >> Torvald turned back and opened the door to the elevator room, quickly shutting it behind him in order to silence whatever tripe that receptionist had left to say.

It took a few minutes to get to the third floor, but Torvald kept his time running by looking at his face in the elevator's reflective walls. He rubbed a finger below his tired, hollow eyes, and stroked his hair aside just to look a bit more presentable ... it really wasn't any use, was it? A few strands of hair kept their guard against bourgeois infamy by standing to and fro like a disorganized regiment. He sighed, and the elevator dinged open.

The hallway was quiet, and he carefully entered room 314.
Inside, the Professor was fast asleep, with the bed on the other side of the room -- Comrade Cygnette, whom he had never formally spoken to -- nowhere to be found. Or perhaps she was beneath that bundle of pillows protruding from within the tightly-tucked blanket. Torvald walked to the empty chair by Julius' bed and plopped himself down with a yawn.

<< I am not good with gifts ... >>
He awkwardly took out a bag of chocolates and placed it on the bedside table. << In fact, I am terrible with them, so let my current gift to you be my quiet voice for the time being. I am not quite sure if you are here, Julius, but I shall wait to wake you up. >> He scratched his head. << That is what comrades do for each other. I only hope you are better. >> He mumbled to himself as he picked up a magazine and began to flip through the contents.

But he felt deflated, like a ruined balloon.
But he bore no trace of the radiance that made him live his every day life.
But no matter how hard he tried, he could not focus. His mind was shaken, and his vision marred with blurriness ...

He picked up a slip of torn newspaper from his pocket and held it to the magazine.​

"Professor Emilia Hennessey
Deceased" ​

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Maria parked her car and made her way into the hospital lobby. She stopped at the nurses' station and gave a sheepish smile. She looked like an utter mess and hadn't bothered to try and fix her appearance. Her clothes were four days expired and her eyes were red and puffy. Dark circles clung under her eyes and her hair was a wild mess, even if it was pulled back in a bun. Maria cleared her throat and looked down to the nurse at the desk. The woman appeared to be rather cross at the moment and Maria couldn't help but wonder why. ❝ Excuse me ma'am, is Noëlle Chambers still a patient here. ❞ The woman glanced up at her briefly without a word then turned to her computer. After a moment she turned back and scowled.​

❝ No. It would appear that she was discharged yesterday. ❞​

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She nodded. ❝ All right thank you. And what room belongs to Julius Menon? ❞ Maria bit her lip.​

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The nurse narrowed her eyes at the platinum blond. ❝ Not another one of you. ❞ What did that mean. ❝ 314, ❞ she said without having to glance at her computer.​

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Maria walked away without another word. That was odd. She walked quickly to the elevator and used the ride up to the third floor to collect herself. She felt tired and alone. Briefly, a buried memory of a truck ride flitted through her mind. A small smile crossed her lips at the long forgot memory. If only it wasn't shrouded in so much despair. Very little good came out of that trip. She clasped her hands together and stepped off the elevator when it dinged. The doors opened to the quiet hall and she glanced around, looking to see which direction to go. Her gaze swept across the walls until she found the map and turned for 314. Maria was already at her breaking point, and she couldn't help but wonder what would finally tip her over the edge.​

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She came to a stop at the door. A glossy sign labeled 314 was plastered next to it. She gave light knock before pushing it open to see Torvald. Torvald! Maria narrowed her icy blue eyes on the man lounging in the corner with a magazine and sighed. She coughed softly to get his attention before walking into the room. Maria came to a stop in front of him and shook her head. That explains the nurse's bad attitude. ❝ I think you really pissed off that nurse in the lobby. ❞ she told him. Julius and that strange little high school girl that never talked both seemed to still be asleep. That was just great. Maria slumped to the floor and rested her back against a cupboard feeling incredibly tired. She shut her eyes and propped her elbow on her knee, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. ❝ I guess we were thinking the same things. ❞ Torvald looked like hell as well. Were they both trying to hide out here?​

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✜ Mood: Broken ❖ Interaction: Torvald ✜​

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Torvald let out a small groan and narrowed his eyes at the familiar voice, but did not take his eyes off the magazine.​

<< That receptionist can handle it. I know her well enough to know she is extremely transient and inconsistent with her emotions. >> His reply was terse and gruff, with no sign of friendliness, but no sign of sour attitude either. Almost robotic.​

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He looked up from his magazine, briefly glancing at the woman. She carried herself slowly and loosely, as if she was as drained as he was. He looked back to his magazine without saying another word to her, or changing his expression, and heard her plop herself down by the other end of the room. What? Was she going to wait for the man to wake up too? Fool. This wasn't going to do either of them good, to stay in a room filled with injured people like this.​

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Torvald let out a sigh.​

The room was quiet, thick with awkward, silent tension. He tapped his left boot for a bit as he read through an article on health technology.​

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<< I guess we were thinking the same things. >>​

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He peeked upward from his magazine. The woman was busy daydreaming on the floor like she always seemed to be.​

Torvald closed his eyes and stood.​

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<< You look worse off. Take a seat. >> He walked over to her, towering over her on the floor and narrowing his eyes suspiciously. His words were extremely careful, but they carried their emotionless, cautious tone. For a long time, the scanned the woman sitting on the floor, before turning back to Julius. << I would offer you some of the chocolates, but they are a gift to the man we are both here to see ... >> He trailed off and let his voice fall at the end. << I am not good with gifts. So the only thing I may offer is my volatile company. The minute the man wakes, you can have your time with him and I will leave. >>​

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He walked back to the bedstand, his voice low.​

<< Did you-- >> His voice cracked a bit and he shot his head up, realizing this. He coughed deeply, and cleared his throat with a gruff uptake. << Did you, that is to say, have a pleasant New Years Eve ... >> His tone was unstable, as if he seemed uninterested but not completely, and as if his words were laced with a sarcasm that was not actually present. ​

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The red head gave a small chuckle, "Well that's why I've got this." He placed the little paper bag of breakfast on the ultra clean table. He unpacked the little paper boxes that contained the breakfast he picked up. The room already began to smell a little like the fresh breads and pancakes and syrup from the cafe.

Erik had gotten some drinks for them both and he set their breakfast. He pulled a chair for himself and took a seat.

He cleared his throat, feeling a wave of shame interrupt his happy mood, and looked up to the dark haired man "Hey, I'm real sorry about last night man..." he glanced away and began picking at his pancake. "And for missing your call earlier too."

He bit his lip, he still felt really horrible about everything. He looked to his side as he mumbled, "... I was with Freya." And just then the corner of his lips curled slightly. Just saying her name made him even the slightest bit happy. He slowly began to recall the cheerful chatter they had on New Year's Eve. Freya. The warmth of her body that lay by him. Freya. The little details of her skin. Freya. The way her lashes seemed so gentle like feathers from wings. Freya. Freya. Freya.

His smile was probably a bit more visible now. He felt his face flush subtly when he remembered how he kissed her lightly on the cheek. Hah. Wow. He must have been out of his mind.

His eyes travelled back onto his pancakes, then he took a bite and then looked up at Erik who seemed to be staring at him. His eyes widened a bit. Oh god, he might have been silent for a little too long. He swallowed the food he finished chewing and immediately began to speak. "I-it's just that things have been... been pretty rough lately and I just don't really know what to do sometimes. Bryan. Maria. You. Then there's Freya and then everything--- ah, nevermind. Sorry. Haha. Um. How have you been? Better I hope?"[DOUBLEPOST=1378475285][/DOUBLEPOST]

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Those aquatic blue eyes that seemed to be as deep and beautiful as the ocean on a bright sunny day at the beach. Those were the first thing she lay her sleepy eyes on. She blinked slowly once more letting her vision clear up and study those breath taking eyes more.

"Morning." He whispered. The boy was propped on his elbow and staring down at her with the warmest smile.

Wa-hooow. He was really close. He cold even feel his breath tickling her skin when he spoke. She responded with her own happy but obviously sleepy expression and she edged closer to him, nuzzling into his arm. She didn't want to peel herself away from him. She wanted to stay lie this for another five minutes. An hour. A day. No, a week. Wait. Forever. Yeah. Definitely forever.

Still snuggling close to him, she squeaked out a little "Good morning." She shifted slightly, letting her head stay by his but also comfortably. The turquoise teen peeked up at him from her thick lashes. Her face flushed but the smile didn't disappear from her lips.

She couldn't help but remember how everything boiled down to this moment. She wouldn't trade any of it for the world. How silly Ryder was when she took those photos or how adorable he got when he would suddenly look so nervous. The fireworks by the tree was heavenly and the kiss they shared. Oh. That was something. She had never kissed a boy before. Not like that at least. It was wonderful and it was magical. She was thankful that her hyped energy allowed some confidence and she was able to invite him over and they shared such a loving embrace and fell asleep in each others arms.

She felt his other hand by her waist under the covers and she traced her own towards his. She intertwined her fingers in his.

She couldn't help but pout the second after. Elisa wasn't completely bonkers. She knew this would end soon enough. She was stubborn though because she really didn't want to. She licked her soft lips and when they finally parted she spoke in a hushed tone, "Y-you're not leaving soon... are you?"

 

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❝ You look worse off. Take a seat. ❞ Torvald approached her and Maria opened her eyes. He towered over her and narrowed his eyes. She stared deeply back at him and sighed before shaking her head no. Getting up was too much work. She was too tired to pull herself to her feet. He just kept watching her from above and she looked away before he turned back to Julius. ❝ I would offer you some of the chocolates, but they are a gift to the man we are both here to see ... ❞

❝ That's fine, ❞ she replied softly, ❝ I'm not in the mood for chocolate. ❞

❝ I am not good with gifts. So the only thing I may offer is my volatile company. The minute the man wakes, you can have your time with him and I will leave. ❞

Maria lifted her gaze to meet his. Torvald was trying. When did the universe get so backwards? ❝ You don't have to go, ❞ she told him.

He walked back to the bedstand, his voice low. ❝ Did you -- ❞ His voice cracked a bit and he shot his head up, realizing this. He coughed deeply, and cleared his throat with a gruff uptake. ❝ Did you, that is to say, have a pleasant New Years Eve ... ❞

Maria pressed her pale lips together. She wanted to say yes--that she had a wonderful New Year's Eve and everything went just as planned. She couldn't. Her face fell and she sighed heavily. ❝ No, ❞ she replied so softly that she doubted Torvald would even be able to hear her. ❝ I didn't, ❞ she said just a little louder. ❝ Evan tried to make it pleasant -- he really did. But, I doubt a few underage drinks at a bar are really going to change anything. ❞ She shut her eyes feeling so hopeless and lost. ❝ What about you? ❞ She asked in a whisper. ❝ You look like hell. ❞ There was no malice in her voice. She just sounded tired and truthful. She didn't mean it in any way as a jab at him. She was just pointing out the fact that he didn't look much better than her.

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◀ ☼ ✔ ✎ ♫ ✐ DAY⦂ 12 & 3/4 ▶​

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Erik and Tucker sat down at the table to eat the food he brought with. Instead of probing his friend with information, he sat there quietly eating away at his food. Tucker would say something when he was ready. That's hoe he worked. Erik has known him long enough to know that. "Hey, I'm real sorry about last night man..." And there we go. Tucker glanced away and began picking at his pancake. Erik lifted his head to get a better look at him. "And for missing your call earlier too." He raised a brow. Did he mean his text? Before he could ask, Tucker went on. "... I was with Freya."

He set his fork down. Define with, is what he wanted to say. They are adults and Freya is a kid. Tucker is approximately six years her senior. He narrowed his dark brown eyed at him, thinking of what to say. He would never reprimand his friend like a child, but he didn't want Freya to get hurt or worse, Tucker get in trouble. He could end up like his dad if something happened and that realization would completely destroy the twenty-three-year-old. Tucker seemed to notice that Erik was staring at him by this point. He quickly stabbed at his food, stuffing his face, to buy time before speaking. "I-it's just that things have been... been pretty rough lately and I just don't really know what to do sometimes. Bryan. Maria. You. Then there's Freya and then everything--- ah, never mind. Sorry. Haha. Um. How have you been? Better I hope?"

Erik shook his head, the brown bangs grazing his eyes. "I'm fine Tuck, but I'm worried about you. What's up with you? You are the last person I would ever expect to be involving themselves with a minor. I hope it's not serious. I know you and you wouldn't want to mess up some kid's life. And don't -- " he held up a finger to stop the red head from arguing, "Don't tell me she's not just some kid. Plus, last week you were showing up late to meet me because you were with Maria and last I checked, you weren't the kind of guy to hop around from girl to girl. You never even showed interest in women. She looked pretty broken up last night, by the by." Erik took a sip of his iced tea. "This can't be soully because of Bryan dying. So what gives?"

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The cherry haired man did not expect any of Erik's words to come like punches to his gut - or rather, a machine gun. One after the other. His heart sank and his stomach turned. It was awful. Even just the tone of his voice. It was so stern and direct. He barely held the little plastic fork in his fingers as the older man continued.

"I'm fine Tuck, but I'm worried about you. What's up with you? You are the last person I would ever expect to be involving themselves with a minor. I hope it's not serious. I know you and you wouldn't want to mess up some kid's life. And don't--"

He shifted in his seat, ready to actually fire back with something to say. It was completely unlike him to do so but he couldn't help it. The way he was talking and inferring about things made him... it made him angry! But just then, Erik raised a finger to shush him and continued once again.

"Don't tell me she's not just some kid. Plus, last week you were showing up late to meet me because you were with Maria and last I checked, you weren't the kind of guy to hop around from girl to girl. You never even showed interest in women. She looked pretty broken up last night, by the by." Erik took a sip of his iced tea. "This can't be solely because of Bryan dying. So what gives?"

When Erik leaned back on his chair with his hand clasped behind his head and stared at him, his chestnut eyes immediately looked away. Unlike his pal he hadn't finished his food and he honestly wasn't even planning to anymore. He lost his appetite completely. In fact, he felt like he was going to vomit. He had to fight the tears to well up in his eyes as well as try not to make it obvious that he was gritting his teeth. God! He just felt so angry and hurt suddenly.

What was going on?! Bryan's dead. Maria doesn't want to be friends with him anymore. Evan refused to see him when he really, really needed it. But now, Erik?! Erik! The one of incredibly few guys he would look up to! He couldn't believe it. How could he be saying such poisonous words?!

You are the last person I would ever expect to be involving themselves with a minor.
I know you and you wouldn't want to mess up some kid's life.
You weren't the kind of guy to hop around from girl to girl.
What gives?

The demons that were held back in his mind erupted from their chains and began to shred and claw at everything that made it beautiful in that weird head of his. He licked his upper lip, shaking his head slightly still not believing how his friend was treating him. Was this what Erik was really thinking of him? Some guy who was going to ruin a sweet girl's life? Was that what it was?

Like father, like son.

His head snapped up at Erik. For a second he thought the man said it himself but that wasn't his voice - it might as well be what come out of his mouth next but it wasn't. Did he mention he really felt like he was going to vomit? He bit down hard on his lip then quickly began to spurt out words, "What gives? What gives? How about you?! What are you saying?" By this time, he had lightly pushed the food to the side since he wasn't planning on eating it anyway and his hands were balled into fists.

"Where are you getting any of this anyway? I'm not involving myself with a minor! Not in the way you're thinking! I've never seen Freya any happier than she is now - how is that a bad thing?! Plus, I was never with-with Maria! A colleague! A work mate! I would love to say she's just a friend but she clearly doesn't want anything to do with me and I don't even know why! And frankly, Freya seems to be the only one who knows how to put a smile on my face! Everyone else seems to be in a let's-go-and-pick-on-Tucker kind of mood!"


He breathed heavily. He only realized then that he had slightly stood from his seat, and he sat back down. He looked at the man across from the table, still with a distressed expression. He cracked. He lost it - and to Erik. Oh god, this was awful. He shook his head once more before propping his elbows n the table and burring his hands into his face. He took another sharp breath before muttering countless apologies.

 

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◀ ☼ ✎ ♫ ✐ DAY⦂ 12 & 3/4 ▶​

◀LOCATION⦂ HOME ✐ OOC⦂ ✗ ▶​

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Erik watched the shift in Tucker's features. He was more than prepared for the explosion his friend was about to release. Erik knew Tucker to well. He needed to explode a little. Everyone does on occasion. He sucked in a breath and braced himself.

"What gives? What gives? How about you?! What are you saying?"

He waited.

"Where are you getting any of this anyway? I'm not involving myself with a minor! Not in the way you're thinking! I've never seen Freya any happier than she is now - how is that a bad thing?! Plus, I was never with-with Maria! A colleague! A work mate! I would love to say she's just a friend but she clearly doesn't want anything to do with me and I don't even know why! And frankly, Freya seems to be the only one who knows how to put a smile on my face! Everyone else seems to be in a let's-go-and-pick-on-Tucker kind of mood!"

And there it was. Of course Erik felt bad, but it was necessary. His friend would get too wrapped up to be able to think. Tucker sat down and put his elbows on the table, burying his face in his hands. He started muttering apologies and Erik shook his head. He rose from his seat and stopped beside the red head. With one hand on the other man's shoulders he squatted on the balls of his feet and peered through the veil of cherry hair. "Do you feel better?" He gave his shoulder a small shake. "Tuck look at me." His voice was stern, but soft. When the other lifted his head, Erik rose. "You know I'm not picking on you. My teasing is never meant to make you feel bad. I am most definitely not teasing. I don't know what the deal with you and Maria is and I'm not going to try to pretend. All I do know, is that she looked like hell last night. She kept checking her phone like she was waiting for something, that is, right up until Evan took it away and handed her a shot. That's who was there last night." He gave Tucker's shoulder a small pat. "And as for Freya, she's a teenager with a crush. Obviously she's going to do whatever it takes to make you happy. Kids always want to seem more grown up than they are."

He released his friend's shoulder and cleared the dishes. It didn't look like Tucker was going to finish his food. He refilled the cups and set one down in front of Tucker before returning to his seat across from him. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he glanced down at it briefly before shoving it back jn his pants. "Oh, that reminds me, I never called you. I replied to the message you sent this morning with a text and that was it. So if you ignored a call like you ignored my text, then it was from someone else." He drank his iced tea and looked over at his beaten up friend. There was a remorseful smile on his lips and he ran his finger through his hair. "I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, but I've been told people feel better after being able to snap and vent like that."

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⟣ DATE⁞ Thursday, December 31st, 2015 ⟡ DAY⁞ 12 3/4 ⟡ ♫ ⟢​

⟣ LOCATION⁞ Elisa's Bed ⟡ INTERACTION⁞ Elisa ⟢​

⟣ WEARING ⟡ OOC⁞ To Be Continued ... ⟢​

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"Good morning."

There was a long silence after that, but it wasn't in the least bit uncomfortable or awkward. Ryder couldn't seem to take his eyes off the girl in front of him and he felt her hand make its way to his. He linked his fingers with hers automatically. It felt perfect.

"Y-you're not leaving soon... are you?" She asked timidly.

A smile played at the corners of his lips and he leaned down to kiss her lightly on the mouth. "I don't have any plans," he breathed while pulling his head away. He could stay there all day. He wanted to stay there all day. Never had he wanted to just curl up in bed and cuddle with a girl like he did with Elisa. He didn't want to blow it by rushing anything, even if every other nerve in his body was screaming for him to rip her pajamas off of her. Ryder pressed his lips together and bit down kn the inside of his cheek.

If it was Cupid's Brew, then he wasn't going to take it forgranted and ruin whatever it is the potion did. If it wasn't, then he felt like he couldn't be any more lucky. He trailed his thumb down her jaw line and parted his lips into a smile. "Do you have plans? 'Cause the only thing on my agenda is this."

 

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Outfit|*|Location: Estelle's house|*|Music|*|Mood: Oh. Okay...|*|OOC: N/A​

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"Cupid's Brew? You have a lot of explaining to do, I can't believe you would try and drug the person you have a crush on... What does it do? No no no no I don't even want to know, well I do but that's not the point the point is that Nat you should get rid of that right now. What if he found out you tried to use that on him, he would flip, or at least I think so. You have to tell him you tried using it on him and just come clean. I really hope you don't try that again..."



Jeez, what an overreaction...

"Now what exactly does it do?"


Natalie took a breath and began. "Well, it's a love potion. It basically makes someone fall in love with the first person they see. Say I had given him to him and he had seen me first. He'd be mine. That's only if he hadn't already liked me though. Since he does, I'm glad he didn't drink it because I have a feeling that would have made him not like me." she explained casually. Then she realized Estelle asked her to get rid of it. She probably wanted to use it for her OWN benefit. Natalie giggled. "Alright Estelle, if you want me to get rid of it sooo badly, why don't you have it? I'm sure you can find someone amazing to use it on." She shook her head. "Don't worry about giving it back, I'm sure I'll find some more. Just go on and take it." She held it out to the older girl.

 

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"Well, it's a love potion. It basically makes someone fall in love with the first person they see. Say I had given him to him and he had seen me first. He'd be mine. That's only if he hadn't already liked me though. Since he does, I'm glad he didn't drink it because I have a feeling that would have made him not like me."​

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Estelle was caught in a daze. Wow... a REAL Love potion... or was it? How did she know it really worked?​

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"Alright Estelle, if you want me to get rid of it sooo badly, why don't you have it? I'm sure you can find someone amazing to use it on. Don't worry about giving it back, I'm sure I'll find some more. Just go on and take it."​

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"Ohhhhh no I don't want to get involved in this." Estelle told him. Even though it would be... interesting... it wasn't for her, it would go against everything that she thought was love.​

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"I want someone to love me for me, not because I drugged them." Estelle laughed. "Anyway, I'm going to go out for a while, I just want to get some air.. But I'm glad that you didn't use it on him, it just doesn't seem like it would be right ya know? Finding real love isn't something that a potion can do.. you have to really feel it. Plus, I'm not going to meet anyone special.. it would take a loooong time." Estelle told her. ​

This was kind of insane. Was still stuff being sold on the market? ​

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At least Nat didn't use it, that was the important thing. She went out to the cafe, getting a Hot Chocolate. She sat down at the table. This was so messed up stuff. She took out a notepad and started drawing to clear her head. ​

 

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✿ OUTFIT| MUSIC | OOC |MOOD ↝ RABBU RABBU ✿​

✖ LOCATION ↝ HOME ✖​

Her cheeks flushed when his lips met hers. It was quick but it definitely caught her a bit off guard and she tensed up. Her eyes widening and her fingers squeezing his but a second later, a small smile crossed her face. Hehe. Kissing Ryder was so nice. It was as soft as brushing her lip on rose petals and it felt so wonderful and unreal as if someone had sprinkled fairy dust between their lips.

"I don't have any plans,"

Her heart leapt in her chest. Thank goodness! She snuggled deeper into his arms, nuzzling by his neck and pressing against him more. She grazed her fingers on his. The touch felt electric. She didn't dare move away from him - not even an inch! God, she loved cuddles. And Ryder's cuddles? Ugh, it was like heaven. The smooth skin on her legs brushed against the denim of his jeans. Her chest squeezed against his and she swore their heartbeats were in sync.

She really was thankful that she had the courage to ask him over, despite how nervous she was. She had never been so nervous asking a guy over before! But that's how it went and really, looking back, she wouldn't have traded it for the world.

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KAWAII DATE A LA CUPIDS BREW PART 2​

By the time Ryder's car had pulled up on in front of her house and she was helped out of the car before she could even open it. They walked closely, side by side. The red and white letterman jacket she bough for him was still draped over her shoulders and she could feel the warm, gentle hand pressing on it. Many things were going on in her mind and it was all kind of a blur.

By the time they had reached the front door, Elisa peeled herself away from him - much to her dismay - and returned his jacket. She looked up at him with flushed cheeks and a small smile. "Th-thanks for such a great time. It was a lot more fun than I imagined it would be."

Oh god. She had such a great time. What she said was a complete understatement. She loved ever second they were together - even the awkward ones where silence lingered between them. Now... now... was it going to end? Just like that? Was he just going to walk away and go away and she'd have to spend her night all alone? The thoughts made her lips frown a bit. She didn't want it to end! She wanted to clasp her hand in his and never let go - hah. Actually. No. She wanted to leap into his arms and hug him tightly and never let go. Man. Why did he have to-

"You didn't think i could be fun?"

Her head snapped up when he nudged her on the shoulder and had a rather a smug expression on his face. His tone was teasing but not offensive. She had to contain an excited squeal. Goodness. He was too cute for her to handle sometimes. Instead of humiliating herself, she choked out a chuckle and gave him a ridiculous oh-please expression but then looked away again.

She couldn't help it. She really just didn't want him to leave. They just kissed! Twice! That's just one less than Troy kissed Gabriella in High School Musical and it didn't even take them three whole movies! It was just a night. One lovely, magical and enchanting night. She bit down on her lip nervously. The war of thoughts were raging in her head as he cheeks began to blush even harder. Urgg. She hoped the silence hadn't dragged on between them too much. Oh dear, what if it had! Her eyes widened as she made sure to not meet those blue eyes of his. Ahhhh! She had to say it. It was now or never. It didn't matter if he said he was going to leave or saying something or anything! Her head snapped up at him suddenly and their blue eyes met but she didn't let a silence squeeze in between them because she just had to know "Will you come in?!"

She blushed even harder when she realized that she had said it in such a desperate tone. She put a hand over her lips and looked up at him with pleading eyes. She really hoped he would say yes. His expression of one of shock and... fear? Fear? What? His voice was almost shaky. "Are you sure?"

Was that a yes or a no? Ugh. Whatever. She'd take it as a yes! "Y-yeah of course!" she said immediately and then dug her hand into her bag and opened the door. Ryder stumbled in after her and took his shoes off. It was very dark at her place right now, which was to be expected since her parents probably went out and haven't come back or aren't going to until tomorrow or were already asleep. Whatever. Same bananas. Frankly that didn't even matter to her right now.

" did you want to um... go to the living room ... or um ... ah ..." he seemed very nervous and Elisa could only smile in the darkness. She already knew what he was going to say and he honestly didn't have to be such a stranger about it. "upstairs..... ?"

Nonetheless the word lingered much more than it probably should have. It wasn't like Ryder had never been to her room before. Of course this was very different but she didn't really mind because there was only one longing she had in her head. And so without saying a word, she grabbed his hand and began leading him upstairs to her room.

When they got there, she turned on the lights and walked in, letting Ryder walk in after her as she let go of his hand. She set her things down and opened her closet - pulling out a fresh new pair of pajamas. She immediately began talking, treating Ryder like a guest of honor "Oh you can put your stuff here and you can sit wherever um. If you want to get into comfier clothes, Richie has some over here… yeah."

She opened the drawer that had his twin's clothes, since he was always over so often. Impromptu sleep overs were always prepared for. The older twin sat down at the edge of her bed and politely declined but had a rather sour look on his face. Perhaps he didn't exactly want to get into Richie's clothing. She didn't really bother with it and quickly told him that she would be off to change into something comfier. She rushed to the bathroom and quickly dressed into her matching tee and shorts pajama set.

When she got back out, Ryder was already looked much less tense. His jacket hung on the chair by her desk and he had a smile on his face. She quickly sat beside him.

Whoaaaaaaaaa-okay. Hm. Now what. She patted down her hair nervously. Okay. Okay. She had to think of a cool transition from sitting to cuddles. Now how was she going to do that? She wasn't exactly cool like Ryder was... hmph. She quickly glanced over at him. He was biting on his lip and he brushed his hair out of his eyes. He wasn't looking a- whoa! She stood corrected. When his blue eyes met her she swore her heart stopped. His voice was even more alluring, "You're really beautiful, Elisa. I... I can't believe I'm actually here... and that this is happening..."

Her face flushed and she leaned to his side, "Me either but I'm glad you're here. Real glad."

Before any of them could have said anything, the blonde boy shifted, leaned into her and planted another kiss. Oh, it was like magic. She could feel the pixie dust and the sparkles and everything lovely. She let herself melt into their union. Her eyes were shut. His hands raked at her short, turquoise hair. She placed a hand on his shoulder. His lips were pressing on hers so perfectly, strong but gentle. It felt like the room got warmer and like she was flying. When they broke apart, air quickly filled her lungs. She gave him a shy smile and then leaned into him again and let him embrace her.

A yawn escaped her. Oh, it had been such a long day. Ryder seemed to agree and he told her to get to bed. She happily obliged, crawled up to the pillows, threw off the covers and then curled up. Ryder climbed in next to her and threw the covers on them both, tucking them in. When he was settled, Elisa immediately rolled over to him and cuddle close. Pure bliss. Magic.

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"Do you have plans? 'Cause the only thing on my agenda is this."

She glanced up at him and shook her head. She just wanted to be with him. The entire day. Every day. Of course they should probably get out of bed and should eat some breakfast but if she could she would rather just lie there with Ryder.

He surely had to go back home at some point too. His family would probably wonder where he had gone off to - and Elisa was sure he didn't make the best or logical excuse for leaving last night to Richie. Richie. "Oh my god, Richie!"

She hadn't exactly realized she said it out loud, but her mind grew worried of how the boy was. She didn't even greet him a happy new year! What was he thinking about her leaving so suddenly and Ryder leaving too? Oh god. She untangled herself away from Ryder and leaped out of bed, grabbing her phone from her bag. She looked at the stunning boy who lay in her bed with a worried expression, "What are we going to do? I can't believe we lied to Richie like that!"

The tone of her voice was panicked. She was such a terrible friend. She looked down at her phone. Perhaps she should just greet him Happy New Year. That shouldn't raise much concern. A simply, happy Happy New Year! Right. "I'm going to text him like nothing happened!" she announced victoriously and then began to type in a message.

To: Richie​

Hey babbu! Happy happy 2016!​

I hope you're having a great​

start to the new year! *kissu*​

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Evan Allen Walker:
{~~~Day 12(3/4)~~~January 1st, 2016, Saturday~~~Location: Evan's Place/Cafe~~~Mood: Morning Time~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~}


Evan had woken up rather later than he normally did. That was what alcohol did to a man though. He smiled and laughed to himself at the thoughts of last night and how fun it'd been. Though he wasn't entirely sure how Ria was doing, though he hoped she had been feeling better than she previously had. It was still his mission to make sure she would feel right as rain when all of this was over and done with all this depression business. So to another fun filled day with Ria! He hopped out of bed and got himself clothed this time. As he walked past the couch to his kitchen he stopped in his tracks midway. The couch was empty. He was pretty sure he and Ria had gone back to his place yesterday. He had had a few drinks but not enough to forget the entire night. He was wondering where exactly she was. He checked the bathroom and found it to be empty, which was like the only other place she could be. When he walked into the kitchen he noticed a note just lying there.

It said something along the lines of thanking him for all his work in trying to cheer her up and giving her a place to crash. In addition she needed to get back home and couldn't keep wearing, (no matter how awesome they may be,) his clothes. Evan had a gentle smile cross his face as he read the note. It was good to see that she had finally managed to muster up the strength to go home now. Maybe her life was going to go on the right track now and she was on the path to happier times. He felt this was a good time to say mission accomplished. He got out some celebratory bacon and made himself some to eat. As he started scarfing down the bacon he facepalmed for forgetting to get his New Year's cake. Whoops, guess that was something that slipped his inebriated mind earlier. He figured he'd go pick it up later, but for now, he was going to go out.

Getting his rollerblades on he hopped out his express way and went to rollerblade down to the good old cafe of coffeeness. Man that wasn't something he had done in quite a while. He rolled onward until he finally reached said cafe and got the wheel off his rollerblades before walking into the cafe. The clerk, the same one who had been there when he was here with Torv, who recognized the man in an instant. The clerk gave him a quick look of judgement, though Evan still ordered a coffee from that very clerk anyway. With coffee in hand he stepped away from the clerk and noticed a black haired florist sitting down doing whatever she did. "Yo flower girl,whatcha up to?" He sat down at her table. He had bought flowers on previous occasions in the year.

 

Sitting down on the couch and turning on the teli, the boy began to eat his steak and eggs breakfast. It was one of his faves, and luckily there was still some leftover steak from a few nights ago. He usually only prepared it for special occassions... and when he was trying to get something-- or / someone /-- off his mind. He ate the food happily as he flipped through the channels. He stopped when he found a show he enjoyed, his eyes locked onto the screen.

Aaaaah this was nice and much needed. Pushing the thought of / them / out of his thoughts for at least a little while felt great. No worrying, no jealously, no loneliness... just steak, eggs, and The Amazing World of Gumball. （＾Ｏ＾）

/ Bvvvvvvvt. Bvvvvvvvt. /

Huh...? Drawing his attention away from the nutty antics of Gumball and Darwin, the blonde peered at his phone. Maybe it was Johnis asking him out for coffee, or maybe Freya wanting to have another deep talking session, maybe even his sister asking him to go to the mall with her. For once, Richie was totally caught off guard by who texted him.

Elisa.

Richie inspected the messge carefully. It was a simple Happy New Years message, but something seemed kind of... off. She left so suddenly last night, and now she's texting him like nothing happened?? He sighed, confused and slightly irritated. A small part of him thought it'd be best to not text her back as a punishment for leaving him so rudely last night. Buuuuuut... he couldn't do that, especially not to his best friend. He / needed / Elisa, and ignoring her would only cause drama. He then thought about what he should say; should he be casual like she was? Slightly passive aggressive? Inquisitive about last night with a hint of worry, maybe?

To Elisa:

happy new year babu!! ^ u ^
i hope yours is super awesome too!
buuuut... i / do / have a question for you...
um... where did you go last night??
i was really worried about you
since you usually don't do stuff like that... :c

Hitting send, the boy tossed his phone aside and focused back onto his deilcious food and the teli.

 

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『WEATHER』 GRAY SKIES, 31°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 1/1/2016 - ???AM ✖『DAY』 12​

❝Hey...Noelle? It's Jonathan...❞

Noëlle had been up for a while now, sitting at Bryan's desk with one of his old shirts draped over her body and scrolling idly through his internet history. All of his documents had been read through, some of which were sent to herself after. Same went for pictures, some PC game files - so that she could finish some of his abandoned games for him - and a few downloads she deemed important enough. They had a line of open communication between them, up to a point, so she was surprised to find some of the things she had on his PC. A part of her couldn't help but wonder how well she really knew Bryan, despite them being siblings.

It was always so much about her ... She was always so selfish!

His blinds and curtains were drawn shut, blocking out every repugnant drop of light from the outside. The glow of the monitor flickered dully in her eyes as she opened up his bookmarks with a quiet sigh to herself.

❝Wanna come down for something to eat? If not I can keep you company...err...if you'd like that...❞

Slowly, her head turned so she could take the door into view with a scowl. Noëlle felt like absolute shit. She had taken three pills instead of the one pill she was meant to, and had spent all morning sobbing and contemplating leaping out of Bryan's bedroom window. Her head was heavy and her heartbeat pounded in her ears, reminding her that she was still living. Still breathing.

Bryan was not.

Everything screamed it at her.

An earlier phone check confirmed that his and the other's funeral would be tomorrow. She didn't plan on going. It was too much ...

Carefully, she stood up and her body ached in protest. Her feet trudged clumsily against the carpet beneath her and a pale hand raked through the messy red strands of hair falling over her face. She unlocked and swung the bedroom door open, taking a flustered looking Jonathan into view.

Go away.

❝... Why are you still here?❞ Her voice was low and hoarse. ❝Did you need something from me? ... I'm not hungry, I just want to be alone. You can go home now.❞

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When he was gone, she returned back to Bryan's computer. She spent most of the day there, and then crawled back into bed with his blankets snug around her. It took a while, but eventually she fell asleep.

 

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Estelle glanced up for a second, she saw a boy RollerBlading through the cafe. How strange. She wish she was able to do that but she sucked at sports. Any kind of sports. She moved her hair out of her face, it falling back down, hitting her soft skin gently. She heard him coming over to where she was sitting, maybe he was going to go see a friend. ​

"Yo flower girl,whatcha up to?" ​

She pointed at herself. He couldn't have been talking to her... right? "Are you talking to me? Yes I work at the flower shop across the road." Estelle narrowed her eyebrows. "I do sort of recognized you." She said to him honestly. ​

She moved a piece of hair out of her face, pulling it back behind her ear again. "I'm drawing, see?" She took her note pad and held it up. "I come here sometimes, just to clear my head." She explained. ​

She grinned like an idiot, this was the first time she had been sort of alone talking to a boy for a very very very long time. Her Christmas wishes had come true. She would try and attempt to make a good impression. She sort of felt bad for leaving Nat alone with her sisters but she really just needed to get away for a bit. She smiled at him, trying to act friendly, which was easier said then done. ​

"Oh sorry, I'm going on talking and I don't even know your name." Estelle laughed nervously. "It's a habit, I'm sorry." Estelle explained. "So, what's your story? Fruit Booter." Estelle smirked. "Well, I guess it might be better if I ask your name first." Estelle laughed. ​

 

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⟣ DATE⁞ Thursday, December 31st, 2015 ⟡ DAY⁞ 12 3/4 ⟡ ♫ ⟢​

⟣ LOCATION⁞ Elisa's Bed ⟡ INTERACTION⁞ Elisa ⟢​

⟣ WEARING ⟡ OOC⁞ ✖ ⟢​

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Elisa snuggled even closer to his body, a clear sign that she had no plans of her own. That was good. He didn't exactly want to go home and play twenty questions with Richie -- the odds of him answering any of those questions were slim to none. He wrapped his arms around her and dropped his elbow so that he was completely pressed against her. She smelled wonderful and he was starting to wonder if people would think he's weird from smelling her so much. Oh well. Ryder had no intentions of stopping.​

"Oh my god, Richie!" Elisa's voice burst out of nowhere and it felt like someone slapped him in the face. Richie. It really could never be just the two of them. Even now, his twin was always going to be in the way somehow. Elisa untangled herself from Ryder and jumped out of bed. He was scowling at her. They were supposed to be enjoying each others company and suddenly she had Richie on the brain. Where did that come from? He furrowed his brows and watched as Elisa began to fret. "What are we going to do? I can't believe we lied to Richie like that!" So what? It wasn't like he was going to be thrilled by the fact that they were together. If anything, Richie would just think he was trying to steal his best friend from him and that was it. There was no other possible reason as to why he did what he did. N O P E. It was all to be a jerk.​

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Ryder didn't like his brother, but he wouldn't mess with Elisa like this just to jab at his twin. Part of him relished in the fact that his younger twin would hate them being together, while the other part just really didn't give two shits about it. "I'm going to text him like nothing happened!" she announced victoriously and then began to type in a message.​

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He nodded his head. When Elisa pressed send, he reached out for her and pulled her back to the bed. Ryder gave her a hurt pouty expression and grabbed both her hands, pinning them to the mattress. "Can't it just be the two of us for a little bit longer? No Richie getting in the way?" He gave her a desperate kiss and heard her phone chime in reply. Ryder sighed and released her, rolling onto his side and facing the other way. "He's gonna throw a fit about this ..." he mumbled into the pillow.​

 

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The sudden appearance immediately caught Jonathan off guard and if he hadn't prepared himself he swore he would have fallen back from the sudden appearance of her. Sure he was expecting a not pleasant reply, but it still caught him off guard and his green eyes immediately widened as he took a step back. "I...I just...thought I could be of help..." Jonathan said before closing his eyes "No...Im sorry...it was rude of me to interrupt you...sorry....I'll leave you alone..." Jonathan said lowering his head as he said this. He was such an idiot, he knew Noelle might not want his company, but he still tried anyways.

With that said Jonathan merely turned away and lowered the tip of his hat on his head. "...If you need anything...just ask..." Jonathan said. He knew that the girl would probably not give a damn about what he said, but he still needed it to be said and he would do what he needed to. Walking down the stairs, Jonathan merely glanced back over at the area Noelle was before letting out a sigh and walked out of the house.

The cold air felt nice and as he stood outside he merely took a deep breath of the nice refreshing winter air. Staring up at the clouds Jonathan merely thought back to the past. "Mom...bro...how long has it been..." Jonathan said running his fingered underneath his hat and merely kept them in his brown hair "wonder how I was" Jonathan said closing his eyes "...why can't things be...normal for me...Im such a screw up..." Jonathan said.

 

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Ashwin lost his post two goddamn times because Chrome is absolutely terrible so Torvald shortened his self-narration.

<< I am sorry to hear. >> He knew from experience among the medical world that it was not fun to pry and he would not get anywhere since their existing bond of trust was nearly non-existent. << From ... experience, truly, drinks and the efforts of comrades can only go so far. Rainbow's heart is in the right place .... but he, like you, is only human. >>

He sat himself down on the floor between the chair and table to get on a closer level with the woman, but did not once meet her gaze. << It is a feeling where you wake up one morning and the tight claws of reality clamor for your throat, regardless of how much merriment one may have had in a night. >> His voice seemed distant and he trailed off. << That being said, the power of a comrade's help can be powerful in the right hands ... it is not my place to say-- >> He cleared his throat. <<-- But you do seem to be a bit better. And I am thankful for this, for you looked very distressed and confused in our last ... altercation. Beyond the scope of any dramatic performance. >>

He was silent for a bit, and the woman asked him her own question. Torvald was about to shiver but he caught himself.

<< I ... lost something integral and important to me. I tried fighting to get it back, but fighting is meaningless when you are to lose from the start. When you know your very own goal is meaningless, deep in your heart.

But it is nothing ... >>

His voice was careful, guarded, and quiet, suspicious and low, keeping a wall between them. The air was thick, and these two were dancing on shards of glass.