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Sinking down into an empty seat, Paige leant a little towards the person beside her, trying not to crowd their space but also in need of a tiny favor from them. “Oblige me for just a second, will you?” She muttered, eyes darting over to where she’d been sitting only moments before up at the bar. “That guy up there, with the red shirt, seems to think I owe him a date because he went and saw one of my films twice and I might have panicked and told him I was already on a date with you. Sorry about that.”

PRINCE: at least it wasn't YOUR COUCH this time

PRINCE: as hilarious as i think that would be, all this questioning going around has me slightly cautious

DYLAN: you're telling me? getting that couch cleaned was a ordeal to say the least.

PRINCE: question of the night,

PRINCE: if a carpet that May or May Not have blood stains on it is being replaced how does one Not alarm the people replacing the carpet?

PRINCE: i am 100% asking for a friend btw

DYLAN: you're... stupid.

    HE’S  SUPPOSED  TO  BE  RUNNING  ERRANDS,  but  a  huge  gust  of  wind  has  put  them  on  hold.  the  designs  that  are  supposed  to  be  in  camille’s  hands  in  an  hour  are  whisked  away  in  an  instant.  harvey  panics,  shouting  at  the  paper  as  if  it  will  listen.  his  cheeks  are  a  bright  crimson  and  he’s  nearly  out  of  breath  by  the  time  he  reaches  the  object,  multiple  streets  away  from  where  he  needs  to  be.  ❝  f-fuck,  ❞  he  hisses,  nearly  falling  onto  the  ground  and  bumping  into  someone  as  he  stumbles.  his  head  is  in  a  daze  and  harvey  realizes  he’s  lost  his  glasses.  ❝  god,  i’m  so  sorry,  i  didn’t  mean  to  bump  into  you  —  have  you  seen  a  pair  of  glasses,  by  the  way?  ❞

which school subject do you wish you had an aptitude for?

“probably math. i can’t do math to save my life.”

have you ever gone on a bad date?

“are there people who haven’t? even if they say they haven’t they have. they’ve just been the one that was terrible.”

do you think that humans are inherently good or bad?

“good. as you get older too people chip away at that good nature and then... well. you figure out the rest.”

is there a hobby / skill that you’ve always wanted to try but never did?

“i’ve always wished my parents enrolled me into more sports as a kid. i was never a jock.... or very athletic, to be honest. now my bones are too fragile to try to play football.”

“ I’M NOT A PITY CASE , DYL , ” prince speaks , though there’s no tone of annoyance to his voice at all. he’s tired from the fight and it makes him feel INCAPABLE of simple things. “ i don’t need you buying me things and i’m sure it’s in there. if not , i can take CARE of it. ” he adds on , shaking his head. “ i’m not going to the hospital because they WOULD ask questions. coming in covered in blood ? they need to know what happened , d. that’s kinda the point of hospitals. i’m not going. i can stitch myself back up if needed. ” a terrible skill to have learned , but he learned it. the glance doesn’t go unnoticed , but prince doesn’t comment. he decides to just leave it alone. “ you were gonna try to INJURE me again and i’m already injured. ” he points out , though he’s got a DOPY smile on his face while he’s speaking , keeping his hand gently resting on the other wrist , but giving slack so he can move. “ thanks , dyl. ” he speaks softly , thumb rubbing gently against his wrist. “ sorry if i freaked you out i just – didn’t know who would drop everything — ” literally , “ to take care of me. ”

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「 ☆  ━ avan jogia, cismale, twenty-six. it seems like everyone knows about arush ‘rush’ cameron, the observant disgraced child actor that i actually heard is pretty selfish. he has been living in the city for three years, and they always remind me of impulse tattoos and sleepless nights. actually, they’ve sort of ruined california by yungblud for me, since they’re always playing it.   /   ash, 22, est, she/her.

            “  I  HAPPENED  TO  HEAR  A  LITTLE  RUMOR  ABOUT  YOU.  ”  black  shades  dip  down  the  bridge  of  her  nose,  daphne’s  coral  lips  curling  into  an  almost  menacing  smirk.  “  i  never  believe  gossip,  but  where  there’s  smoke  …  ”

“ I’M NOT EXACTLY SURE WHERE MY PHONE IS , ” prince starts with a dry chuckle , hoping it’s in his backpack that he dropped by the door on the way in. “ in my PACK , maybe , but i dropped it on the way in. ” he adds. “ sometimes i just dump some vodka on them. ” prince states , completely serious despite it sounding like a joke. “ ouch - jesus , dyl ! relax. ” his eyebrows stitch into a frown , jaw flexing when the pressure is released. “ i can’t just tell them not to hit me , it’s a fight. i just got paired up with someone half my size. they do it on purpose , i’m the only one who actually puts up a fight. ” he explains , shaking his head. “ you’re fucking soft. ” he responds , hand gripping around dylan’s wrist so he can’t apply pressure to his cut again. “ BUT , i’m not unwelcome to it. i’m bleeding on your couch , you can be fucking soft. just shut up and fix me. it hurts. ”

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NOW , PRINCE DIDN’T MEAN TO ALARM DYLAN , but his body was weak and he knew he should have someone help him. given , he wasn’t badly hurt ; he would be fine without actual medical attention , but there was still a troubling amount of blood due to prince choosing the couch over trying to clean himself up in the bathroom. “ hey , RELAX.  i’m not dying .” easy and almost ironic for prince to be urging. “ it’s not as bad as it looks , i’m just fucking tired or else i’d do it myself. can you just – ” he WINCES slightly as the cloth moves over his cuts. “ get these cleaned up and i’ll see if i need to stitch anything up. ” he relaxes , finally , letting dylan clean his face. there weren’t many people he’d let in this close , but he was happy to have his best friend. he was happy to have someone not ashamed or SCARED of what prince got into. then again , not a lot of people actually knew the specifics of why prince always had bruises and cuts. “ i don’t want you to be worried , dyl. don’t get SOFT on me now. like i said , it’s worse then it looks. promise. ” he sighs out , looking up at the other. “ thank you. sorry to show up like this. ”

brooklyn’s eyebrows went high in alarm as the man spoke. “excuse me?” she parroted back in disbelief. “just who do you think you are to speak to me like that? frankly, no matter how you speak to anyone with that tone it’s incredibly rude. have i overestimated in calling you an assistant when you’re clearly just an intern who doesn’t know how to respond to a guest. anyone above that pay grade would now how to politely correct someone, but judging by your supremely tacky shoes, you’re not there yet.”

dylan didn’t even bat an eye at the girl as she spoke. “you must be ignorant or stupid to think that i’m an intern. either you don’t read magazines, watch the news or your head is too large to consume anymore knowledge. feel free to tell me which it is, by the way. i’m DYING to know.” he looked down at his shoes and then grinned. “if you think insulting my shoes is going to hurt my feelings you have another thing coming. i’m not a child.”

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IF THERE WERE A LIST OF WAYS to keep prince out of trouble , there was one with an asterisk next to it: dylan dass. his best friend , his FAVORITE person. sometimes , dylan kept him wound down , settled. and then , of course , there were the times that dylan got dragged right into trouble with him. this , however , was not one of those times. when prince got himself wrapped up into things ( bad fights , bad trouble , etc. ) , he knew he could go to dylan. whichever was , of course , why he was found on dylan’s couch , trying to keep his bloodied hands and face from ruining dylan’s couch and carpet as he waited for the other to get home. he had let himself in , thanks to the spare key , but hadn’t bothered texting ( did he even know where his phone was ? ) because he knew dylan , likely , wouldn’t mind. when he needed help , dylan was his help. the sound of the door brought a sigh to his lips , calling out so dylan wouldn’t be startled. “ if the blood trail didn’t give it away , i’m here. welcome home. ” he CHUCKLES out. “ got my ass kicked. you have any , uh — bandaids or something ? ” 

the bright lights of the studio flashed periodically as brooklyn sat before the camera. brooklyn loved photo-shoots, she loved being the center of attention, it fed into her endless desire to be adored. “excuse me?” she said stepping out of the set. “could someone be a dear and get me a la croix, i’ll reimburse you.”

dylan hated the atmosphere that came with photoshoots,  the studio was cold and impersonal. people actually wanted their picture taken in one of these? he couldn’t understand it but he was happy for his friend, which was the only reason he was there. it had been forever since he and his photographer friend saw each other, and two were going to meet up after dylan’s business meeting but it ended early so here he was. standing in the studio. he was about to go over to his friend when he was stopped. “excuse me? do i look like a fucking assistant to you?”