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"Get out, get out, get out, get out!"

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Why are you in my bed?"

"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."

"So.. Was it good?"

"Who topped?"

"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."

"I should go."

"This didn't mean anything."

"We shouldn't have done this..."

"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"

"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."

"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."

"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"

"This stays between us."

"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."

"Are you sneaking out on me?"

"So, how much for last night?"

"Holy shit! she's on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!"

"Don't answer it!"

"Do you have any idea how wrong this was?"

"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now."

@catdcd gained a heart (starter)

    Tres had been making it way back from a brief gym session, arms over head in a stretched motion. He released a sigh as he gave a small yawn, trying to get much needed air into his lungs. His yawn is cut short though, as he stopped, eyes forward. 

    There was a cat, just sitting in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at him. He stared back, eyes locked with the feline. Where did it come from? He glanced around for a second, eyeing the house said cat sat before. Was it theirs? He focused back onto the cat.

        “You lost little kitty?”

“STEVE! God dammit--” He was running down the sidewalk with a furrowed brow and a shirt clenched in one hand. His trousers slung low around his hips. He was lucky to have his belt on when he realized Leah had left the door open for the cats to run out. Damn little jail breakers.

“Such a beautiful home, I am ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃᶦⁿ you will enjoy living there.” Damien replied pleasantly, glancing across the street to the house mentioned. “Ah, a fellow gardener, how lovely.” He smiled once more, the idea of finding someone else who liked flowers and gardens as much as him, delighted him. He picked up on the small hint that the other male was a father as well, and it sounded like he had ᵐᵒʳᵉ than one daughter.

“Ah, yes, I paint them regularly myself– I do not enjoy the look of nails with chips of ᶜᵒˡᵒʳ missing.” He blushed and slowly pulled his hand away, embarrassed that the other noticed the black on his fingernails so quickly. His hand returned to his side as his mind tried to think of something else to say, but was still a jumbled mess at the compliment given to him. He cleared his throat as a ˢʰᵉᵉᵖᶦˢʰ smile was placed on his lips, regaining his composure. “Thank you, you are simply too kind.”

“I would ᵍˡᵃᵈˡʸ assist your daughter, Mr. Shu.”

“Yeah, she’s happy we’ve finally got a lawn for her to work with. Apartments and gardeners do not fit very well.” He smiled warmly at the new neighbor before shoving his own hands into his trouser pockets. “You’re very welcome, and please, call me Knox. Mr. Shu is what my daughters’ friends call me.”

And that last sentence caught him a little off guard, so he pulled out his phone and pulled up a family photo before taking a few steps closer to Damien and turning so they were both looking at the screen. It showed a pair of women around his age with matching wedding bands holding young man by the waist and a teenage girl hugging them from the side while a preteen was looped around his own waist and sticking her tongue out.

He pointed at the shorter of the older women in the photo, “That’s Amelia. She’s more of a sister-in-law than a daughter. These two are my daughters.” He pointed at the teenager and preteen, “Bridget and Leah. And that’s my son, Blake.” The young man who looked like he didn’t want to be in the photo at all. “He’s off at HIA.”

@catdcd liked this starter call.

❝You’ve already got cats, right? Tell me, have you considered this excellent idea— getting another one? Maybe they get a bit lonely, and could use another friend.❞

It’s certainly leaning more towards a sales pitch than anything else, but honestly; Mary doesn’t care particularly much about how it sounds. She’s straightforward and slightly pushy, there where she stands with a businesslike smile that has been practiced in many (and in her option, slightly too many) bake sales, but she’d be damned if she felt ashamed. The message is what she really cares about.

❝We got a few from a family last week, apparently the kid in the family had managed to become allergic. They’re very friendly, but no one has managed to snag one yet. A shame.❞

“I’m tempted--and...” He bit his lip before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone, quickly unlocking it and pulling up a family photo. Two adult women, a young man, a teenage girl, and a preteen girl were all in it along with him. He expanded the photo to show him the women. “This is Liz.” He points at the one with her hair pulled back into a pom on her head. “And this is Amelia.” Her hair was smooth from a hot comb treatment.

“They are the bosses. If I didn’t have to get their permission, I would probably be a crazy cat man by now.” He’s seriously tempted, and he’s staring at the kittens intently. His fingers twitching inside of his pockets. “Liz is my best friend, Amelia’s her wife. Those are our kids.” It was a bit weird to explain. “I’m not married to them. We’re a happy family.”

He swiped to the left to show her a picture of his teenage daughter and his preteen one both holding one cat each. “That’s Bridget, she’s holding Steve.” He’s pointing at the teenage one, her hair braided back from her scalp and with rings shining instead of bands at the ends. “And that’s Leah, holding Bucky.” Her eyes were huge and a bit strange in comparison to her high cheekbones, her hair wild and sticking out in every which direction.

“Those are my cats. Amelia and Liz think two are enough.”

SUPER TEXT LIST! (Texts From Last Night Inspired)

He shoved the rest of the nacho into his mouth, then attended his phone. Cheesy, bacony nachos were a top priority.

[TEXT: Tres] Depends

Elizabeth “Liz” David;; 3/4 African American, 1/4 Korean;; 46;; She and Knox grew up in the same community when they were little but didn’t bond till about middle school where they were both ostracized for the strange food they were given by their parents for lunch. They’ve been thick as thieves ever since. She grew up with her father and her half-Korean mother and her maternal grandparents. Her father passed away when she was about seventeen of Colon Cancer.

Both found eachother and discovered their sexualities separately, but came to an agreement of being eachothers beards if anyone asked. Then they joined the army together and Liz and Amelia met, fell in love, and Amelia was quickly moved into the living situation with Knox. It took a little while, but they figured out a way for them to be parents. Artificial insemination. And her best friend was right there, so why not?

Knox was a willing sperm donor, but even when the kids came around their living situation didn’t change--except to a bigger house. He stuck around as their father. It might be a little strange that the kids have two moms and a dad who wasn’t sexually involved with either of them, but that’s how it worked out. It’s an arrangement all of them enjoy and one that Liz wouldn’t change for the world. Even if she does hate Knox’s cats half of the time.

“Yeah, we moved into that big creaky house down the way.” Knox couldn’t help but watch the way he handled flowers with a certain fascination. His own hair tied back into a low ponytail. He hadn’t gotten a real haircut since he got out of the army. “I’ve got a brown thumb, one of the girls--Amelia--she’d probably wanna hit you up for gardening tips.”

Did that sound normal? The slang still felt a little weird. But he heard the girls saying it enough that it became apart of his thought vocabulary.