CLEVER / girl

“We’re walking advertisements, really. Oh, I am definitely planning on writing a crime thriller and plugging in the show at the end. If I ever make it big, all I’m doing is shamelessly plugging the show.”

“that’s devious,” and totally worthy of the pleased little grin that morgan flashed back at her, “are you learning a thing or two about manipulation from all them people you talk about on your podcast? cause it seems it.” 

❝ of course not, margot. ❞ there has to be at least one honest one in the couple of them. roman pouts. ❝ this sweater is comfortable. it’s from burberry. i thought you liked it ? ❞ 

❝ you have intelligent eyes, ❞ he tells her kindly. he thinks about his own mother, who spoke more in riddles than anything else. who used to tell him about how he was born in winter and how a piece of winter will always live in his soul. she was a cryptic woman, but he loved her nonetheless. ❝ oh, i don’t think i’m very interesting. uh, my mom is, but that’s about it. ❞

“I know! Isn’t it miracle?” Rohen laughed, calming down and sitting again. “Hey, not wrong. My thesis paper was about how more pieces about mutants being published could help homo sapien and homo superior relations, and somehow I added in crimes in there.”

❝ i mean, she’s just like nancy grace. wild ass accusations. ❞ roman found all of this way too funny. he gestures to the person standing beside him, all loud talk about the woman that had just approached him then left. ❝ do i really look like i deal drugs ? ❞ he looked down at himself for further measure. a lime colored sweater under a button-up, tucked into shorts. 

“clearly i have too, since you’re not doing half as good a job as you should be,” she chastised, though she remained smiley, “would telling you to snap out of it work? i wanna live in a world where margot mccoy loves herself as much as she deserves.” 

“Yes!” Rohen jumped up and yelled in excitement, something rather unbecoming of him. “I submitted a seventy-five page thesis and didn’t break down more than twice!” He burst to tell the nearest person.

❝ that’s amazing. i mean, i knew you were special, but fuck. ❞ roman was unsure as to where he was coming from. he didn’t feel anything this strong. ❝ let me guess, you’re super smart as well, huh ? ❞

❝ oh, my god… you’re literally a pod person. wow. that’s really cool, though. ❞ unique from birth, he thought unbidden. he doesn’t know why he’s surprised. prob because he was born the boring, normal way. ❝ did you come out, like, full size ? or was this some years back ? ❞

* closed starter for @losttwin / “one day i will take a good selfie and you will be sorry… you will all be sorry.”

“you and sky always do this.” she was nothing short of SCANDALIZED by margot’s words, and it showed in how her eyes widened and her mouth downturned, “is it, like, a twin thing? do you both absolutely gotta act like you ain’t cute? i could pull up a dozen candids of you right now that look better than the photoshoots some people think are okay to post on insta.” 

“if my bloodstream was more coffee than blood at this point, i wouldn’t even be surprised. i think it’s actually a stark family trait – actually, it’s an overworked person thing, too. overloading yourself is just so easy to do, you know?”

“i’m running on five coffees, two hours of sleep, and a leftover hot cross bun from easter last week.” hugo sighed, signing a little aggressively, though not angry at the person he was talking too, and clearly more stressed with his day than anything else. “if my boss thinks he can walk all over me today… he’s probably right, but i’ll be madder about it than usual.”

❝ you’re still the best one i’ve met. ❞ not that he has met another beautiful girl with the middle name asteroid. ❝ last minute ? don’t parents usually plan months in adavnce that sort of thing ? ❞

❝ don’t worry. it can confirm two things at once. i’m very self-assured. you’re talking to the new expert on beautiful girls with middle name asteroid. ❞ entranced as he was, he still managed to be forward as hell.