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A soft laugh passed his lips, amusement ringing clear in the freshwater blues of his eyes. “I’m getting there,” He assured, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket and smiling widely, winningly. There was something boyish about it, the sort of smile that would fit well on a boy just fresh out of school. Atlas supposed that was accurate enough. He was at that age, but he had never finished school, opting instead to devote his life entirely to music and the orchestra. “Sure. I’m just hoping you don’t get offended. I do mean it as a compliment.” His mouth tilted into a halfway smile. “Satine. Moulin Rouge. I mean granted your hair isn’t red, and your eyes aren’t blue. I guess you just have her vibe.”

Kai turned his attention to the person who took notice at his comment, “I’m not saying that I’m personally downloading some porn, but if someone was, then they’d be shit out of luck if they wanted to be adventurous and stream it in public. That person is ballsy.” He commented as he looked back at his phone. “Why do people fuck in public, but not watch porn in public?” He asked her as the question ran among his own thoughts.

“Oh uhm,” Axel stuttered looking up at the pretty brunette, who for some reason reminded him thoroughly of his wife. “Well, it’s uhm…I guess it’s shit. Guys at school would rather vape together then to study the biochemistry behind spider webbing. I’m not completely a noob. I know some things…sorry the tone of this conversation makes me uncomfortable and my hands are sweaty and I probably shouldn’t have said that but you remind me of someone and not like your famous self someone. Okay, I’m going to go. Long story short, my reputation exceeds me for being the awkward nerd only semi famous for my dad’s scientific explorations.” 

Payton paused, sucking in a mouthful of air to catch her breathe and continue the conversation at hand. “August! Stop it! I was never one to accept compliments easily. I can already guess that my face is mimicking the bright color of a tomato right about now. Don’t be offended because if I’m smoking fucking hot then you’re drop dead fucking gorgeous,” she whistled a small tune. “Huh?” she quizzed, craning her neck to the side. “Those friend’s right there. We’re making jello shots today. I’m pretty excited about it. Anywho, what were you saying about drugs?” she added. “Oh! Well, surprise! I’m not abstinent anymore. I drink to my little liver’s content nowadays and drugs are fun. I’ve really been missing out so I’m trying to catch up. It’s all in good fun. It’s really great you’re here. Harry is going to be so happy!”

“Your lipstick matches my sweater,” He informed her sweetly, his mouth curling into a wry smile as he watched her over the furry head of the snowy kitten in his hands. It had been a while since they sat together like this. This being alone at a cafe. He needed it though, especially after the hellish week he had. He reached up to pat over the bandaid on his nose self-consciously, like he was checking if it was still there. “How have you been?” He asked softly, green eyes meeting hers. “You wouldn’t believe what a sight for sore eyes you are.” 

August's agreement to this had been conditional, at least introspectively. It's not every day that she commits to going and spending time with former flames, especially mega-star former flames that she hasn't really spoken to since they were both too young and too dumb to understand just about anything. Whether they're vastly different people now or not, especially when paired together, remains to be determined. Augusut is nursing a mug of tea on one knee, ignoring their feline friends for the moment in favour of focusing a steady gaze on Harry, and at his comment she subconsciously parts her lips slightly, unnecessarily drawing attention to something he's obviously already focused on. She's a creature of habit if there ever has been one.

A hand lifts before she speaks, tucking a bit of hair that's loosed from her braids into her face back again, and she shifts a little bit where she's perched in a bid for additional comfort. "Careful, people might think we've coordinated." She offers, tones lilting and edging on lightly teasing. It's one she adopts under relatively few circumstances. "How have I been?" She echoes, her eyebrows raising, and her mind immediately going through the various platforms on which Harry could've educated himself on how she's been. Then again, perhaps her 'candid' image doesn't actually do it for him; fuck knows there are dozens of celebrities out their marketed for being blunt and genuinem, for being the real deal, and that's a load of shit if she's ever heard one. His weariness of it is warranted.

Or, maybe, he just hasn't cared enough.

GEORGINA: so i found two stray cats today, like, couldn't be older than a few weeks? they're still babies, literally

GEORGINA: which is why i stayed with them for a VERY long time because i didn't want to take them away from their mother, you know?

GEORGINA: but their mother was nowhere to be seen?? and the mother cat never returned??

GEORGINA: so i might've taken them home?? :))

GEORGINA: also, completely unrelated but do you have any parfume suggestions? i'm running out

AUGUST: why are you literally me

AUGUST: tbh i have 3 cats i gotta be Stopped lmao

With a frustration present in his body language as he clenched his jaw a bit and handled his phone in a rough manner, Kai sighed,“The wi-fi out here sucks. Must take days to download porn.” He grimaced as he reset his phone to see if that was the problem to why his snapchat wouldn’t load in the coffee shop he was standing in. 

‘If there is any plus to the apparently fucking unnecessary trip around Mexico I just took, it was that I managed to drive my baby back all the way from LA. I’ve got that Monty Python song stuck in my head. You know the one.’ He puts on an offensively exaggerated British accent. ‘Always look on the bright side of life.’ He breaks off to whistle before repeating the line. ‘Anyway,’ He said, dropping back to his usual American timbre, a wide, foxlike grin already stretching his mouth. ‘Please tell me you wanna see my baby.’

Atlas reached up, rubbing at the faint bruise on his lower lip with one of his long, slim fingers, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the person in front of them with mild interest. He wasn’t really one for starting unnecessary conversations. Maybe that’s why the foxlike remark was still held on the tip of his tongue, hindered by his own reluctance to engage in social interaction. Still, he forwent his misgivings, a smile spreading his mouth. “You know, you remind me of this character I saw in a movie.”

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“I’m in mourning does that not give me the right to act like a three-day-old pile of actual shit and don’t answer the question because I don’t really fucking care for the response,” he shrugged, the smirk returning to his lips as he pocketed his pack in exchange for a lighter. “This is a great first impression,” he added, lighting the end of his cigarette and offering to do the same for August. “You need better insults, hun. The world is plagued with enough idiocy so I don’t think mine even makes a ripple in the whirlpool.”