enigma

Fin, that’s literally impossible. *heaves a sigh, and loops her arm through her friend’s, other hand lifting to check the time on her watch* I believe that, you’re the same now. *bumps his shoulder with her knuckles, and grins* Yeah? And which of us has the squeaky clean record?

Literally not, Abs. [looks down as she loops her arm with his, lips twitching in amusement, but allowing her to lead him along] Yeah, well....church is a bunch of bullshit. If there’s a god, they’re not somebody I wanna worship [he shrugs his shoulders, before letting out a bark of laughter, glancing down at her] Hey, that’s part of my appeal right? The ex felon with a record? Swear girls are into the whole ‘danger’ vibe.

*his lips twitch, but it’s another moment before he looks over* You got somethin’ to hide? The hell do you keep it then?

[lifts his head, raising a brow at him while his lips twitch] Please. 

‘course you fucking didn’t. When did you ever listen? *shoots him a look, mutters “damn brat”, and stalks to the closest drawer, yanking in open in search of the charger for his own phone*

Comin’ from you? [he lifts his head, watching him before snorting and looking back at his phone, muttering coyly ‘Fin, can I borrow your charger please?’ ‘Sure you can, Indie! Let me get it for you so you don’t have to look through everything I own’ ‘Thanks Fin!’ ‘Oh, you’re welcome, Indie’]

*mutters at him, to him, about him, and looks down as his brother’s phone pings, some dumb meme he had no hope of understanding from Addie, and holds it out to him* Somebody with some fuckin’ taste.

Say it a little louder, pendejo, I don’t think I heard you right.  [takes his phone back, opening the message and snorting with laughter, replying back as he answers his brother] Can’t be you then.

Silent treatment? Fin, are you sure? I’ve had better conversations with actual rocks. Still … I’m gonna guess she hasn’t tried in a long time? *waves that off, before she gestures for him to follow, setting off down the sidewalk* I’m not gonna lie to your mom, Fin! 

Even silenter then normal, Abs, swear to god. [shakes his head] Nah. When he stopped going, I stopped going. Wasn’t a damn thing she could do to make me go without him. [walks alongside her, hands buried deep in his pockets] Why not? I do it all the time.

I don’t buy it. Nuns are holy, right? That’s gotta be like poison for Kilometres. *hands on her hips, she considers the offer, before shaking her head* Nope. How does that look? “Hey, I’m trying to win you over with food, but by the way, Fin paid”? 

[he snorts] The way he used to fight when my mom dragged us to church when we were kids you would think so, yeah. Used to yell, hide, scream, give her the silent treatment...never worked though. Not till he was too big for her to physically carry there. Think she was worried about our bastard souls, maybe. [wiggles his eyebrows dramatically before he shakes his head] We won’t tell them, obviously. We aren’t dumb.

Sure am. But I’m sure as hell not gonna waste it on you. *swats the back of the brat’s head, tapping out his message to himself* Yeah? Least then you brought some damn coffee.

Aw man, you mean I don’t get to hear you bitchin’ for once? Shit. It’s what I look forward to every day. [rolls his eyes, chuckling even after the swat which makes him rub the back of his head] El jefe sent me out for more. Somebody, and I’m not gonna say who, drinks six cups a day and somehow they run out faster now.

After a while you get used to it. 

finity-andbeyond​:

In this essay, you’ll be wrong. [tilts his head, seemingly considering, before nodding] …Fruit’s a safe bet with my mom. Mango or papaya. Guava’s really good too, but it’s kinda hard to track down sometimes. Ocean loves candy. I’m guessing you don’t want to know what snacks Indie likes…?

Finé, I don’t do wrong. Except twice a day. But I met my quota this morning, so ha. *pokes his side, before she nods, just once, and fishes her phone out of her pocket, typing out a note to herself* I already know that one - he crunches rocks for fun. Caaan we swing by the store?

[he grumbles ‘twice an hour’ but her poking has him squirming and his lips twitching toward a smile, so he concedes] Yeah, that’s an appetiser before he eats a few nun souls. [rolls his eyes] Sure. Long as I can pay.

He’s incapable of misbehaving, and in this essay I will. *grins, before her head tips to one side, Abbie regarding her friend* Can I bring snacks, and will you tell you me which snacks to bring?

In this essay, you’ll be wrong. [tilts his head, seemingly considering, before nodding] ...Fruit’s a safe bet with my mom. Mango or papaya. Guava’s really good too, but it’s kinda hard to track down sometimes. Ocean loves candy. I’m guessing you don’t want to know what snacks Indie likes...?

You’re a shit. The shittiest— *snatches the phone with a grunt, as close to a thanks as he’s going to get, and taps out of his brother’s game to get to his messages, opening the chain with himself* Don’t you have anything to do today? Fucking puppy pre-school? Could get a two-for-one, you and the damn dog. 

The shittiest what? You gonna finish a sentence today? [grinning, he leans back, tilting his head a little as he watches him] You’re talkin’ like your old ass didn’t see me at work all this morning, pendejo. You took your break, I took mine. Same shit as always.

And most of all, totally correct. I see him all the time at work! I know.

The fuck do you want me to do— *on the phone, Miles is cut off by the latest subject of his irritation, and curses as he digs in his back pocket, searching for something, before muttering* Got it. *no more of a “goodbye” offered, as the phone dies in his hand, the battery giving out, he shoves it into the otherwise empty pocket, and looks up, only then acknowledging the presence of another* … hey, got a pen?

[raising a brow from where he sits on the couch beside where his brother stalks back and forth as he speaks on the phone, he sips his coffee and watches and listens, not being able to pick up exactly what’s going on, but shaking his head, pulling out his own phone] No, dude. Nobody writes stuff anymore. Just write it on my phone and I’ll text it to you. God, you’re old. [holds the phone out to him]

cinnamon - do you like your name? Would you change it if you could?

Fuck no. Who wants to sound like a stripper? Infinity Fox. Fuck outta here. My parents are fucking sadists.

hoodie - how different was your life five years ago?

Uh, I was in jail? I’d finished my GED--I was basically just doing some hooligan shit and getting extra time added to my sentence.

sugarplum - what is one of the most important life lessons you’ve learned thus far?

Mocha : Dream Job?

Something...something where I get to help some poor asshole like me.

Caramel Frappe : Favorite video game?

Sonic. All day every day.

Mint Tea : How do you relax?