【 H A U N T I N G ! ♛

College student, Harry (x)

     damn, saying sorry was a lot harder than it looked because as soon as the words were about to roll off of vazir’s tongue he got a little sour taste in the back of his mouth. “ i was going to apologize for being a dick the other day - but now i’m not too sure i ACTUALLY want to apologize to you. at least not right now since you seem to be in a piss-poor attitude. ——-what happened ? someone piss in your cereal this mornin’ or somethin’ ? ”

     he stops walking when it’s clear that the fellow brunet isn’t going to quit following him, his own features showing a mix of annoyance, disappointment and sheer disbelief. “ i don’t eat cereal for breakfast, and i don’t appreciate you--- ” and suddenly the thought of having vazir apologize for something that eoin, honestly, had forgotten about, trumps any desire to be rude; instead his expression perks up immediately, and he’s almost preening at the extra attention ( as he so usually is ). “ you can apologize, ” he allows him, smile growing on his pink lips. “ i’ll be nice. ”

     “ i‘m doin’ fine– yeah i’m makin’ friends & shit, ” his voice was low as he spoke to his sister on the other line, trying to make sure that his voice sounded believable. although his eyes managed to land on a certain curly-haired boy & soon vazir was telling his sister that he had to go; only to catch up with the other. “ uh—– hey, ” he was wanting to apologize, but he needed the male’s attention first.

     he’s walking through the offices of halcyon with a determined glint in his emerald eyes and a certain aura of resolve in his step, clearly on a mission--- to find some poor intern to bark orders at, sadly, after his usual ( mandatory ) morning coffee had not been delivered to him within the first five minutes of his arrival. vazir’s sudden appearance beside eoin leaves him feeling genuinely offended that anyone would care to bother him while he’s so clearly busy and, inevitably, not in the mood to speak. “ uh, hey, ” he mimics the other’s tone and cadence, followed by the addition of a quiet chuckle for his own entertainment before his gaze hardens. “ is there something you want? ”

I thought maybe you could take a look at some documents for me.

     with eyes flickering around the room, looking everywhere but at the curl-haired boy, vazir seemed like he was looking for an answer so that he didn’t have one. “ i don’t really care for frank at all. ” his answer was sputtered out in a monotone voice & that’s when he brought his dark orbs to meet the other’s eyes. “ why don’t you go bug someone else with your problems ? ” vazir asked, arching both his brows.

     his face visibly brightens as vazir comments about his own distaste for the artist in question; it’s not often that eoin finds someone to agree with him while he’s complaining about virtually nothing, so to have that confirmation of his feelings is, well, comforting. “ no one else is here, and you just said i was right, so we’re going to discuss this, ” he informs him, nodding to himself for a second as he gathers his thoughts. “ i really don’t know why he’s so worshipped. i mean, his name isn’t even frank. what kind of false advertising... ”

reina’s look goes from one of genuine curiosity to one of annoyance and resentment. he has probably never cooked a meal for himself in his whole life, or maybe he’s one of those rich people who’ve hired “help” as to not lift a finger while sitting on millions. “ that sounds like a bit of misogyny and a bit of self - entitlement and your little privileged curly ass does not deserve a casserole well - made . ”

eyes look to the sky as her accusations roll in, a huge sigh heaving through him before he replies. “ i’m not a misogynist, i’d be saying the same shit if you were a guy who bought a billion crock pots. all i’m telling you is that you better be good at making these things, or you would have wasted all your hard-earned dough. didn’t know that me being NICE automatically made me the bad guy, god. ” his tone of anger turns into one of self-pity, and it’s not long before his bottom lip is jutting out into a tiny pout. “ i didn’t even want your stupid casseroles, anyway ... ”

“ with the e? then whoever designed his cover’s gonna get fired. well, with the e is the feminine version so i really don’t get it. it’s confusing as hell, isn’t it? i still need to get my hands on that visual album. ” a small laugh left the brunette’s lips. “ i don’t really get it, but hey i’ll let him live his life. the day that i dye my hair green is the day i start spiraling to rock bottom. ”

“ you’re still gonna get his visual album? you’re a fake bitch, ” he clucks his tongue with disapproval, though there’s a tiny smile inching it’s way across his lips. “ you think anything’s gonna compare to lemonade? when frank breaks a camera with a baseball bat, then call me and we’ll talk. until then, i pledge my allegiance to queen bee. ” ---not that anyone’s asking him to choose, but he’s decided to take a side, regardless, as well as announce it. “ the day you dye your hair green is the day i get to expose you via twitter. deal? ” 

          “usually i’m not the one to suck dick for money, but last night i was offered fifty for it and i, happily, took the money and sucked a four inch dick behind a dumpster in an alley. sketchy, but fun. i just fuckin’ hope i didn’t get ripped off.” she sighs, leaning back in her seat, eyebrows furrowed as she takes another drag of her cigarette. “although, not sure i’d be getting ripped off either way considering most of the time i suck a dick, i get oral in return. i feel like i gotta write a song about this.”

         there’s a long pause in between her last word and his first, which, in a word, is unusual, as eoin almost always has a comment ready on the back-burner. this situation isn’t one he’s thought up, though, so it takes him an extra second to gather his thoughts together before replying: but when he does, he’s got quite a lot to say. “ okay, usually you’re not one to suck dick for money? meaning--- you’ve done it before? secondly, you’re a famous musician. do you really need fifty dollars for sucking a dick? i’d say either do it for free or go big. i mean, that’s what i would do if i--- if i was a girl. i’ve never sucked a dick before, so i wouldn’t know, but ... anyway. sure, write a song about it. call it the dumpster chronicles. ”

lonnie laughed humorlessly before his face dropped back to neutral. he was not amused. “wow, such an in-depth reason to question another artist’s artistic choices.” his words reeked of fake admiration. “i never said i was a fan of the green, or the non-blond cover. i’m just saying i’m not gonna question it. besides, green isn’t my color. it’s clearly yours, though, with all that jealousy.”

“ you know what’s going to be in-depth? my foot in your ass if you don’t shut the fuck up. ” cue a laugh on his part, obviously satisfied with his choice in comeback. undoubtedly, it’s better than his last --- though still not half as good as he thinks it is. “ every color is my color, especially green. makes my eyes pop. so thank you, darling, ” he sing-songs as a wide, devilish smile finds it’s way onto his features.

beau examined his fingernails absently, ignoring eoin’s attitude. he knew how to get reactions out of the boy, that was true. “well, i have your number, and you seem to think you’re better than he is.” he fished his phone out again, looking through his texts and smiling at the frequency eoin’s contact showed up. “and you seem to be very frequent in my phone activity, don’t you?” he teased, a half-grin on his face. “it’s okay, stop fucking pouting. i suppose you’re good, too.”

“ know i’m better, ” he corrects, brows furrowed as he takes a look at beau’s stupid face only to see his stupid smirk. he’s... stupid, really. “ only because i’m returning texts to your sorry ass. besides, you can stop pretending like you don’t enjoy my presence, because i know you do. even my pouts. ” and to prove his point, his bottom lip juts out once more, looking at the older male with wide eyes as if to dare him: do something about it. 

❛  fuck the government, i guess. ❜  he quips, bright facial features contorting into an expression of PERPLEXITY as den gazes at eoin, mulling over what he said for a few seconds. ❛  beats me, man. i’m sure it’s gotta do with some artsy juxtaposition shit, or maybe he’s got an ironic sense of humor no one gets. if i KNEW frank i’d ask for you, but i haven’t really reached that level of intimacy with him yet — or at all. totally valid criticism, though.  ❜  admittedly, dennis hadn’t thought twice about the album cover before eoin mentioned it, nor does he feel particularly affronted, but he’ll indulge the other as he shrugs, a lazy smile twisting upon his lips.

he’s grateful that it’s dennis who he’s venting to --- the other male is one of the few eoin can tolerate ( he might even go as far to say he enjoys his presence ), probably due to him being one of the only people who indulges eoin’s constant need to be acknowledged and praised. “ honestly, ” he tuts as he takes a loud and deep breath for no reason but to make noise, “ i don’t understand why people are just looking over this. if you’re going to make something ironic, i mean, i’m all for it, but make sure it’s actually FUNNY, y’know? like, actual wordplay. not this shit. ” after a moment of angrily grimacing, he smiles faintly, gaze finding it’s way up to the younger. “ you get me, man. ”