𝔬𝔥 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 .

𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝙻𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚋𝚟𝚛𝚎 ➛ 𝟺𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 ➛ 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  ➛ 𝙺𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚂𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 & 𝚂𝚠𝚊𝚝 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 ➛ 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝟺𝟷𝟶

“i want plain potato chips, not the ones with the ruffles, and uhm…pop tarts please. the smores kinds, not the fruit ones. i’ll also get a coke. not pepsi.”

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“ IS THAT YOUR CAT ? ” sophie asks and she hopes it is because she’s about to compliment it to no end ! 

Denis let out a soft chuckle. “I’m going to try not to yell ‘sex’ out randomly, from now on, then. Or…” His voice lingered as he tried to remember why Nico said it. “Do a voiceover.” He was joking, as he didn’t make a habit of doing either of those things… Sort of. “Okay, when do you want to travel to?” He questioned. “January 4th, or some time else?” Smiling a little more. “Not if Rome Flynn was in them.” Denis commented matter of factly. He would be entertained watching the beautiful actor, no matter how boring the story, but he understood Leo’s point. “Maybe I shouldn’t watch Christmas movies…” A defeated shrug, but he tried to shake it off and smile. Truthfully the sometimes unrealistic perception of the world was why he loved movies. They offered an escape, but he still felt like holiday movies had the opposite effect on him. “No.” He let out a small laugh, as well. “But I’d love to see two spies in training who aren’t going ‘home’, make their own Christmas. And I want Josh Hutcherson to play me.” He stated, like he was calling dibs on the actor. “We can try stuff on my lists, and see if anything on them makes you happy.” Lists, as in plural. 

“Sure. That would be... That would be a good idea, I think. I mean, you can do it by yourself. Or not. Just... you do you.” He was trying not to judge. It was hard, after an entire lifetime of lifting an eyebrow at everything odd, or awkward, but he was those things and more himself, he had realized, as he let himself become more himself this year. “January 4th is fine by me. I’m in. What should I pack?” Because what did people do for those situations? Would they be traveling in their own timeline? Could he use his own clothes from the future? Why was he even entertaining these ideas, for fuck’s sake. “Rome– where? Who?” He knew the names of three actors maybe, the rest of them were just faces, some of them familiar, most of them new. “Josh Hutcherson? Isn’t he like... really short?” That was one of the names he knew, because he had once been obsessed with Hunger Games. It was about war, so his father had given him an okay to watch it. “You have lists?” He was amused, although there was more amusement in the fact that he was. “I mean, sure. Let’s do that.”

“ was it deep-fried ? ” he drags out every syllable to fully squeeze in every ounce of disgust into his tone. “ well, the champagne they provide has always been mediocre, so that’s no surprise. ” he rolls his eyes. “ did you see cecilia there? ”

hazel bit the inside of his cheek as he surveyed his options. “uhm…what are you getting?”

“i wish i knew, i lost the joke about halfway through,” he shook his head, laughing lightly at his own dumb joke. “wait, i know the numbers are weird but what’s so special about eighty specifically?” more than once he’s sat down and stared at the numbers chart in his textbook — doesn’t get it now and frankly probably never will! “honestly, any of the irregular ones. like, you know how read is like twelve different words depending on what tense and what you’re talking about?”

      “  𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚊𝚗  entire  cake  ,  ”  the  blonde  jests  .  “  would  you  mind  if  they  were  cupcakes  ?  ”  they  were  much  easier  to  bake  and  decorate  in  her  opinion  !  “  i  guess  you  could  say  it’s  underrated  ?  but  not  a  lot  of  people  are  a  fan  of  it  .  i  assume  because  it’s  carrot  cake  .  the  name  is  rather  off  putting  .  ”

          ‘  why would i fuck a demon ? for starters: the status. imagine rolling up into hell already having had your back blown out by one of their own. imagine you and a gang of other losers standing at the gates of hell, they’re all crying, scared to death about having a pitchfork up their ass for eternity, and you just walk into the arms of your sugar demon ? legendary.  ’  @gallagherstart​

      “  𝚒  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚜𝚊𝚢  that  any  dessert  can  be  a  holiday  dessert  if  you’re  having  it  during  the  holidays  ,  ”  the  blonde  muses  in  thought  .  “  well  my  apologies  !  i’m  just  looking  for  ideas  on  what  to  bake  next  ,  ”  she  giggles  .  “  you  know  ,  i  think  you’re  the  first  person  to  tell  me  carrot  cake  is  your  favorite  dessert  .  ”

 “Huh.” Denis hummed out, nodding and wondering if what Leo described could be considered a distraction of sorts. But his mind quickly wanders to the conversation he previously had with Nico. “I think I’m having déjà vu because Nico said he was concerned about me, too.” That wasn’t exactly what Nico had said, but how Denis remembers it. “Okay, thank you. Remind me why I shouldn’t go to the past, though. Because I might get tempted once I actually have it.” He didn’t know if that would actually happen, but better safe than sorry. “They should make realistic movies about Christmas.” If there were any, he hadn’t seen them yet. “We should do something together this winter! Doesn’t even have to be holiday related. We can just do stuff that we like doing and makes us happy.” It might help them keep their mind off the things they didn’t wanna think about.

“Well, maybe we both are concerned about... you. That sounds appropriate.” Even if he was sure Denis could take care of himself. He wouldn’t have made it this far into his life if he didn’t. He was mainly joking, although there was some seriousness in his words. “I’ll write a reminder, don’t worry. I won’t let you do anything dumb, as long as you promise to take me with you.” Leo didn’t allow himself to fantasize much, but here he was, thinking of what a great adventure would that be. “Realistic movies would be boring, though.” He commented. “Just people sitting at home drinking sparkling wine by themselves. Is that what you want to see?” He half laughed. “Oh– I mean, sounds good. I’m just not sure what that would be for me.” Cleaning swords didn’t sound like a holiday related activity.

she was surprised - and relieved - about his reaction. elisa paused, before shaking her head. “i’m..i should be okay. just…really trivial stuff honestly.” at least, in the grand scheme of things. after all, there was still a part of her that was embarassed enough about what she did. “and i mean, i’m like.. a stranger. wouldn’t it be weird?” as if she wouldn’t overshare during the right kind of conditions.

“Hey.” Wilder, you already said hey. “Yeah, that’s cool, sounds fun!” Folding laundry sounded anything but fun, but he wants to keep the mood up so that things don’t seem weird, and the only way he can think of doing so is by adding exclamations to the end of his phrases. “I’m alright, took Azula out for a walk and now I’m all pooped out myself.” he jokes, because it wasn’t like they walked for long. He doesn’t expect Leo to invite him in, and had honestly thought it would be a quick exchange, so he’s caught off guard and his eyebrows raise. Missing a few beats, he nods, “Yeah, alright. “ He clears his throat, “How’re you man? It’s been a minute!” It’s been months. “Who’re your roommates again?” It’s weird he doesn’t know, since he’d known his roommates last semester fairly well. Walking in and recognizing the stuff that belongs to Leo makes him sad in a way he doesn’t understand, almost guilty and he’s not sure why. 

“extremely fun, you have no idea.” he almost laughed as he shook his head and moved things around so there would be actual space to sit, since the chair in his desk belonged to toffee, mainly, and being the grump she was, she would take offense if anyone were to take it. not like anyone could, since she was fast asleep there already, and wouldn’t move for the rest of the night. “that sounds fun– i didn’t know you could take them on walks, i mean until you.” though nothing could beat emmett walking his fish, but he wouldn’t mention that. he missed the guy. “oh, i know.” he nodded. “there’s nothing much going on. i can finally move properly,” since the whole stabbing situation at the end of the summer. it had been a long semester of recovery. “oh, i’m with soren again, then rowan and juniper?” he doubted– it wasn’t like he was very social. he was just glad to be with soren again. he liked the comfort. he smiled, trying to make this visit a little longer– he was bored, and truth be told, he missed wilder’s presence around. even if it wasn’t the same as it had been before.

“ did you go to the feast? and was the turkey as dry as the sutton family? ” he asks, as a dry guy himself.

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          “That’s good.” Miray says this as if it offers some real sense of relief. At his question, she shrugs again as a response. “The fear of not being able to properly care for one, I guess. Which is basically just a fear I have with animals overall.” Not precisely of the animals themselves but that she would be a terrible caretaker. “I think if you manage to kill a plant that requires almost zero maintenance it really does something to your self esteem.” Perhaps one day she would be able to become a good plant caretaker like her grandmother. “I’ll let you know if I do.” 

“yeah, yeah. okay french-y mcfrench… person.” so many stereotypical french names to pick from, and he goes with that? maybe he needs more help than he knows. with both french and his jokes. “numbers i think i’ve got down. the basic ones anyway, like one to ten.” anything higher, not so much. “verbs i need serious help with though.”