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[Text] … Am I going to have to start screening the people you go home with? [Text] Was the sex worth it? [Text] Dick better have been bomb if you let yourself go through that speech. [Text] You should know to bring spare pants! [Text].. Or were the pants for something else? [Text] Is this some weird fetish I don’t know about?

Taking offense was probably the last thing she could have done, but she hated the lackadaisical way people used that term. It was a word she in fact loathed. But she decided to take pity on him because he didn’t know her that well or how much she despised that word among many others. He probably didn’t even mean it seriously. Ara had to remove the daggers from her eyes before she could look at him again with a mock-up smile. “You’re right.” She wasn’t sure what else to tell him because she didn’t have the will to argue. 

Turning from him she moved away while continuing to dab at the stain in hopes she could coax more of the liquid from the white blouse. “Hm… I have some ivory soap in my room… Maybe that would help.” The brunette mumbled to herself before quickly turning back to the stranger. “Do you know where the laundry room is?”

     The way her expression darkened pulled out a mild, interested grin out of the male but without evident reason as he backtracked to figure out why the sudden hostility -- he could feel it rolling off her shoulders right in the tip of fingers same as he imagined to feel it if he’d been touching her, but the moment was gone in next breath. Wasn’t he so used to these instances of people being sensitive little kids Denìtr might have wrote it off as a trick of own senses. Someone else in the room. There was no one else. The response she chose to give was anticlimactic at best then. “Of course I am.” Matter of fact, sweet smile flashed as he lifted hand to tap index finger against temple, deciding not to push for more of a reaction. One day, maybe, if he bothered with her longer than a week. Not much to gain from the looks of it.

     Dismissive hum sounded in answer to the girl’s spoken dilemma, he’s already over it, but Denìtr walked after her as reason he’d poked his head into the common room was solely because he’d sensed a presence in the second floor, a delightful rarity. And new people within Insolitus were always legitimate source of entertainment.

"You are already dead, don't be a dramaqueen too"

     “Funny, I don’t feel dead. And don’t tell me what to do.” His lips stretched into a sharp grin that resembled more a snarl, glancing away to direct a glare at the horizon to reel back the rush of smothering urge to knee this asshole into tripping down below and landing face first, hands balled into fists inside pockets of the warm coat. He felt frozen dead. Dead. Fuck off. He wondered sometimes if the other said these damned things on purpose, riling him up, trying for a reaction cause he knew Denìtr was going to grant one simply because of.. whatever the fuck association you wanted to call it they had.

     He wasn’t sure why he kept coming back, staying, allowing this. Guilt. Can’t win, but there aren’t losers sobbing over spilled milk either -- Ra was crying something nasty alright -- only this distorted space and fragments of memories between he didn’t know how to handle beside circling the carcass laid before them, in plain sight, pretending the smell didn’t affect him. Apologize.

     Maybe he’s honestly this starved for any pain.

[ meme ; texts from last night ]

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     “How about I come and stab you with a rusty fork.” He might have actually gagged a little at the mere thought, even to breathe same air as those trash of earth had his skin crawling.

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     “I love that you get me.”

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