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Davy

davy: you free to go out tonight?

davy: i think i'm finally done with this piece lol

kai: Yeah I'm not working tonight

kai: Finally

The sound of eggs frying in a pan filled the kitchen, delicious smells wafting through his apartment as Alistair hummed along to the music app on his phone, which played quietly next to the stove. It probably wasn’t obvious that he was the type of person to make breakfast late at night, but he had just returned home from his long commute and eggs were the only thing he knew how to cook. He had enlisted in the army barely out of high school, through which his mother cooked for him, and where the most cooking he had ever done was preparing rations and receiving meals at the mess hall. There wasn’t much cooking to be done when you were stationed so close to opposing forces. He was also sure that if anybody could see him humming right now, they would laugh. For a stoic army boy, and one who could not sing if his own life depended on it, music took his mind off the things he had been through over the years. Things he still carried painfully with him and sometimes blamed himself for. When he heard his door being tampered with, he stopped, pausing the music he was listening to and pulling the pan off the burner. Instantly his mind jumped to the assumption of a possible burglar; which was hard to believe, despite knowing the apartment building wasn’t located in the best part of town, but they usually had no problem with crime. He quietly approached the door, standing by it and readying himself to throw punched when needed.

In answer to his preparation to fight, the familiar girl’s voice yelled from the other side. He laughed as he immediately pulled open the door. Her words and entry into his apartment seemed to happen in a millisecond, and he was left at the door wondering what in the world was going on. “Unless Davy is throwing a party in my room and didn’t tell me either…,” he spoke with a dumb smile on he face, realizing she was drunk. Her giggles only made him grin bigger as he resisted teasing her about her state. “Come here,” he said, gently grabbing her shoulders and turning her around to direct her to his couch. Her apartment was only next door, but he couldn’t send her off without helping her sober up a bit–at least enough to enable her to find the right door. “I can’t imagine what has caused you to get so hammered,” he said as he sat her down. “Don’t move, I’ll get you some coffee and food.” If he added toast to the eggs he was making, he would certainly have the best meal to help curb the effects of intoxication.

A gasp dramatically fell from her lips at the thought of her roommate doing such a thing. “That would be foul.” If she wasn’t so obsessed with the thought of Davy throwing parties without informing her, maybe Nadia would have noticed it quicker than she did. A short pause, however, and she did a small jump at a realization that one would’ve known as soon as the door opened. “Wait a minute.” Her smile widened before she leaned forward to poke Alistair on the tip of his nose. “I know you!” If she was in his apartment, that must mean that her rightful place to be at was only next door. As drunk as she was, the girl still had some sip of cognitive reasoning. And she would have made her way over had he not direct her to his couch. A small whine effortlessly escaped from her as she sat down, eyes looking up at him as if she was a lost kid. “I’m not hammered. At all,” she fed him her lies, attempting to hold true to her words by firmly speaking but only faltering when her words had slurred. All she wanted at the moment was her bed, but when Alistair mentioned the other word, Nadia didn’t realize it was something else she craved until then.“Food?” she repeated, her tone penetrated with desperation, and with that one word, Nadia listened to his command of not moving and stayed in her place on that couch. “You know how everyone has a characteristic of a sociopath? Yours would be thinking that coffee is an option as this time of day.”

Mournful notes filled Mia’s apartment as she put bow to string and made her violin sing. Swaying softly as she lost herself in the music, the blonde was unaware of the struggle at her door, until the pounding and shouting became audible above the lament of her instrument. She jumped, startled, and laggardly returned her piece to its case before cautiously tiptoeing to her door, long legs poking from under an oversized tie-dye tee. She was ready for bed, intending to turn in after one last practice session. The night, it seemed, had other plans. In a foolhardy move her streetwise friends would chide her for, she opened the door without checking the peephole and with nothing arming her. Before the scene in front of her could register, the stranger was shoving past her and into the depths of her dimmed, ethereal apartment, leaving Mia wide-eyed in her wake. Her concerned gaze followed the stranger; it was clear she was intoxicated, and the slurred speech, uncoordinated movement, and giggles led her to believe the degree to which she was drunk was quite. “Yeah, uh, it’s mine,” she confirmed, brows pinched together as she deliberated her course. “Sit,” Mia eventually ordered softly, pointing to her blanket laden couch as her nurturing instinct took over, “And try not to puke on the throws”. As her uninvited guest situated herself, she pattered to her kitchen, self-consciously tugging the hem over her shirt while she put a kettle on the stove, willing the tee longer while she retrieved the loose-leaf from her cupboard.

Athena stood in the kitchen making some coffee as she nervously bit on her lip. She was barely awake and incredibly hungover, but that didn’t stop her from going for her stash of spirits in the cabinet over the sink and unleashing a hefty amount into her coffee cup. She had never felt the walk of shame before, but this time was different and not for the reasons you’d think. She cringed as the guy she spent the night with walked out of her room, following the scent of coffee, in nothing but his boxers as he clutched his pants in one hand. She had been obsessing all morning about how much of last night he remembered. Did he hear what she had said? That one of the names she had moaned did not belong to him? She groaned, taking a large sip of her alcoholic coffee, it was too much to bear. Way to go Kai, finding his way into places even when he wasn’t there.

She had barely noticed her door had opened, probably used to Cleo going in and out quite often. That was until she heard his voice, prompting her to close her eyes and retreat into herself for two seconds before she even attempted handling this situation. Speak of the devil, it was nearly every time she thought of him now that he would pop up not much later. “Fuck me,” she mumbled under her breath as she looked up and found a near standoff in the middle of her living room. It was her fault really, she had taken to leaving the door unlocked for Cleo from time to time since leaving, misplacing, or losing her keys happened frequently. She stepped forward, not even sure if she wanted to approach two males in their natural habitat. “Um, this Zach, my new co-anchor from work.” She waved her hand, addressing Zach and the moved it to direct towards Kai. “Zach, this is–well, um…” She couldn’t say his name, it would be over for her if Zach had really heard what she said last night. “A guy from the floor above,” she sputtered quickly, taking a chance and shoving Kai a couple steps back towards the door before one of them gave the other a black eye. “What are you doing here?”, she hissed in frustration, trying to open the door and shove him out of it. “Does knocking not mean anything to people around here?”

Kai’s feet had suddenly stopped working, locking in place as he stood there, his hands still blanketed over Levi’s ears. Was it the curse word that he didn’t want his new adopted cat to hear, or did he not want him to hear the anger was stained behind each of his words? It wasn’t until Athena’s voice entered the premises that Kai was finally able to move at a noise. His eyes drew over to her, dark hues spiraling Thinking logically and performing as such was completely out the door, and he would be too had his emotions not fully latched onto him. A usual greeting for Athena would be a smirk, but instead, a thin line was on display to showcase his displeasure with the entire situation. The deadly sin of envy had multiple arms coming from it, and the one of pride quickly overpowered his anger. The bartender reminded himself that he had no right to be upset, when expectations and rules of whatever they were had not been established.

When he brought back the glass of water, Gabe gave the other guy a thankful smile. He brought the glass to his lips, downing practically half the liquid in a few gulps. He wiped off the water from his lips with a refreshed chuckle. “If I faint from heat exhaustion, I do no think the glass is all you’ll hear,” he said as he shifted slightly in the rickety scaffolding. He picked up his cloth and window cleaner, intending to go back to work. “I’m sorry for the intrusion. The windows needed a desperate cleaning. I think I could make candles for the whole building with the amount of bird poop I have scrapped off.” He sighed, looking up at the sky where the sun seemed to set the atmosphere on fire, new beads of sweat were forming on his forehead at the seemingly small action. “It looks like I’ll be cutting it a bit short today.”

“If I hear anything else other than the glass, I’ll just assume it’s your body.” Putting a finger up to indicate that he’ll be back, Dev disappeared once again. Within a minute, he came back with a filled up water bottle, one that could hold more volume of liquid than the glass he had given to Gabe earlier. After seeing how fast he had finished that glass, Dev figured this would be a better solution. “Here, take this instead,” he insisted as he handed the cold bottle over. His brows met each other with intrigue, as he gave the other man a confused look. “Bird poop can be used to make candles? If that’s the case, you should just make one huge one and put it right in the lobby.” Dev followed Gabe’s gaze as he looked at the sky. His face scrunched up in discomfort as he tried to imagine what the other might be feeling as he worked outside. “You’re welcomed to take a break in here and get some AC while you can. I’ve always wanted a Repunzel moment with a stranger longing outside my window, so as a treat, I’m offering you cold and refreshing air.”  

Abby’s heart was a caged bird whose wings had atrophied after years of being tied down and clipped. The moment she caught the small smile he gave in response to her, though, those crippled wings stretched and fluttered. She chewed her cheek and averted her gaze, suppressing any reaction. Abby knew it was a dangerous game she was playing; her heart was a wild and capricious creature, and leaving it in fetters was, perhaps, for the best. She hummed a gentle affirmation. “I try, at least. No one will ever be as incredible as she was”. Was. As far as she knew, Dev wasn’t aware of Ruth’s transition from is to was. In the span of mere months, Abby had lost her three most vital support systems, with the man next to her being the one that led the pack. She shut her eyes briefly, focusing on quelling the mournful song her heart had broken into. Its flutter had left it weak, and overpowering it proved a feasible task. A fractured but tame heart, she had decided long ago, was preferable to the alternative.

Eyeing Dev as his finger continued its assault on the button, Abby felt herself diminish with every click, the momentary uptick in conversation and mood displaced by his silent plea for rescue from her, from the situation. Admittedly, she wouldn’t mind being freed, but his resistance to accept that his cries were unheard, his discomfort with her presence, sent a pang through her. The dichotomy between what they had once been and what they were now was almost too much to bear, and that rift and the years apart that caused it hung in the air, an unspoken cloud of history and future and a shift from lovers to enemies to strangers fogging up the small box they were trapped in and choking out any progress. As Dev crumbled, bested, Abby prepared herself to speak and dissipate the smog, but she instead found herself captured in his dark gaze. Oh, how she used to lose herself in those eyes, and oh, how she was doing so now. Intense yet gentle, complex and enigmatic yet something she could never lose the ability to read…not unlike Dev himself. Her hand fumbled in her lap, yearning to follow instinct and reach out to him but knowing that would be a grave error. He spoke, shining a spotlight on her, and Abby could feel herself shrink again, her damaged heart tripping over itself as the concern in his tone hit her.

How was she? It was not as simple as small talk between acquaintances; Abby recognized that in Dev’s tone. It was a question she answered in earnest in weekly sessions, so why was it so difficult to formulate an appropriate response? Perhaps it was the tension that still wafted in the air. The distance that had been so suddenly wedged between them those years ago. The last time such an inquiry had been posed between them, the discussion had ended in outrage and devastation. So much had happened since that Abby could hardly contemplate where to begin. She averted her gaze briefly, choosing her words with care. “Good. Fine,” she nodded, cautiously dipping her toe in the waters to test them before continuing. “I’m actually doing really well, mostly.” She spoke slowly, tentatively wading forward. “Things were really fucking rough for a bit, and I still have shit times where I feel like I’m going to drown, but that’s par for the course.” She halted as she felt the current tugging at her. Too far. Too deep. Don’t make him uncomfortable. Her head tipped back against the wall and she stared into the fluorescent elevator lights as she pondered her next move. “I find myself liking the person I am a bit more every day,” she breathed with a shrug, plunging into the deep. Turning her gaze back to Dev, blinking rapidly while her eyes adjusted. “How are you?” Her sincere tone matched his, and the confines that kept her heart complacent loosened ever so slightly.

The usage of the past tense verb regarding Ruth felt like someone had dropped a bag of stones on his chest. The reminder of the reality of life had quickly buried him. Dev drew his legs up towards his chest, propping his chin on his knees as a protective response. His teeth pulled his lips in as a barrier that didn’t allow his thoughts to be translated into verbal words. He went back and forth on whether that was a topic to be touched on. Did he still have jurisdiction to speak about Ruth to Abby? Would it prompt an outcome of emotions that he couldn’t currently handle within the small box they were stuck in? The barrier slowly released as he popped his lips out. He finally looked up, his eyes clouded with a tint of sadness, and if looked closer, it sunk into the darkness of despair. “Was? I’m so sorry to hear that. If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?” He knew she was a vital part of Abby’s life, and to lose that must have been upsetting in ways that Dev couldn’t know or understand. But maybe if things were elaborated, he could try to. And that was a fool’s doing. Why he continued to seek for crumbs of his past with Abby was unexplainable, especially when he vowed he wouldn’t put himself in a position to be that hurt again. 

Abby.  At the sound of those two syllables, the boy knew the heavy and numerous emotions that would engulf him. Just four letters in her name, but the power they bought when they reached his ears. And what was even more powerful were the words that gently fell from her lips. Every sound that came out graced his ears and he fell prey to them, hanging onto each syllable and anticipating the next. When he was met with those two words as her response, however, his jaw tightened. She didn’t owe him a longer response, the boy knew that. But he was hoping for more, so annoyance was inevitable when he first believed that was all he was getting fed. However, when she continued, his muscles relaxed and keenly listened. His dark eyes pulled away from her, settling on a spot in the corner to avoid making her uncomfortable. Guilt and regret swarm his empty stomach, filling the hunger he had earlier from the end of his work out. He felt heavy sitting there, wondering if he should have stayed and helped her out. To provide her a hand to help her from drowning, to give her a gasp of air even if it was for a brief second. At the conclusion of her answer, a smile crept onto his face, only noticeable if looked at closely. His head turned when she stopped, his cheek now pressed against his legs. “I’m glad to hear that. You seem like you’re doing well. I’m glad you’re here.” Not literally in the elevator, because if anything, he partly wished she wasn’t. It wouldn’t have put him in such a tug of war situation. “And you should. You should like the person you are. Don’t see why you wouldn’t.” He said too much. He knew that. And Dev was grateful that she asked how he was, as it took away from what had just slipped from his mouth.

Hums instead replaced the breathless space he had ignited prior as he was in deep thought of how to answer that question. How honest did he want to get? How much of his walls was he going to let down for her again? Was he going to provide entrance once again or her to bolt back in without even taking off her shoes, and taint each and every inch of his core? “I’m doing good,” was his simple answer. He paused, deciding on which extension to take from that. He took a deep breath, allowing that act to give him time as well as hoping that the intake would give him some answers and clarity. “I think? I don’t know.” Now he was gonna just ramble. All the tangled thoughts within his head that have been buried are now escaping through the spaces of his walls. “Not much has changed since. I’m working. I love my job which is great. It’s just…” His words trailed off as he looked up at the top of the elevator. “Something’s missing. Every day just seems the same, I guess.” The brutal truth that he was now noticing after given the opportunity to speak it out loud, and how dreadful it was to finally admit it.

Cleo’s gaze flitted to Kai’s as he spoke, misty eyes wide with distress softening at his suggestion. She was grateful he didn’t press the matter; the wound was still raw. Perhaps she would talk about it as she eased into the night. Perhaps her despondency would turn to embitterment and she would find herself ranting fiercely in mere hours. Those were improbable circumstances, though. Considerable time would pass before her wounding would metamorphose into anything else; the knife still protruded from her chest, and it twisted violently if she was anything but benumbed. She found her current state abhorrent. All the dramatics over a guy? But it held more gravity than just that, she assured herself. “Yeah, sure. Watch…” she muttered, her thin voice faltering and failing to finish her string of thoughts, her focus absent until Kai struck her with a line of inquiry regarding her injury. She would lie. Tell him she was fine, that she had fallen, that she just needed a bandage. The real hurt couldn’t be soothed with ointment and patched over by adhesive, no matter how she wished it to be that straightforward. She had no chance to brush his concern off, though. He had immediately stumbled to another topic of discussion.

Her distraction gave way for concern as her counterpart’s jovial mood dropped. The reason for his sudden shift in demeanor was unknown to Cleo, but even drunk, the speechlessness was atypical of Kai in an unsettling way, and her worries for herself ceased abruptly, if only for a moment. She tried to convey with her gaze the hundreds of things she couldn’t say to ease his burden. “I’m sorry,” she whispered feebly, the air thick with words unsaid as she stepped to him, arms wrapping around his torso and leaning her head against his chest, Kai’s stature dwarfing hers. As she held him wordlessly for a few moments, her eyes began to sting with the tears she’d managed to keep barricaded thus far. This wasn’t them, especially not when together; this pathetic state of affairs, the pair wallowing in some form of self-pity together, only further disheartened her. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” she eventually sighed, the tone of her words attempting to more than their surface meaning. Releasing him from her grasp, Cleo made a spiritless attempt at a repulsed face, trying to jibe at the tenderness, a halfhearted Bleh all she could muster as she turned slightly to wipe the single stray tear that had managed to escape. “He’s cute,” she added, nodding toward the kitten as she rubbed her nose in a fruitless attempt to disguise any sniffling. He may have been inebriated, but likely not enough so that he wouldn’t recall all of this. Desperate to move on to something else, she sat on the couch, feigning extreme interest in the basketball highlights Kai had playing.

Kai was briefly taken back when Cleo wrapped around his body, but as an immediate response to that sense of touch, his arms naturally scarfed around her small frame. He lightly rested his head on hers, feeling as if a weight had lifted off briefly. He didn’t realize how much he needed that hug until then, but somewhere, he knew that she probably needed it more. Even though he towered over her, Kai felt small standing there, expecting that his hug would tell Cleo about his current state more than his words can. He had no valid reason to be upset or angry with Athena, and Kai was aware of it. If anything, he was more upset and angry at himself for getting bothered over it. His ex owed him nothing, and a clear line of where they stood was never established, so why did seeing her with another guy get him so worked up? His teeth ground against themselves out of agitation, attempting to bite away the truth that he’s too afraid to admit to himself. He closed his eyes tightly shut for a few seconds, finding solace of the darkness in the back of his eyelids and in the tensed silence as they stood there embraced within one another. How dreadful and pathetic they both looked, completely unraveled by the hands of another person. 

“Don’t apologize. I should’ve checked in beforehand instead of just walking in, assuming you were there,” he confessed as he pulled away. His own problems temporarily drifted away as he took another close look at Cleo, assessing the details of her facade. He could tell she was trying to stay strong, and in respect of that, he wouldn’t press further for the reason behind it, not until she was ready to speak about it. His eyes followed to where she nodded to, settling his gaze on his new roommate. “He is, isn’t he? He was a foster cat too.” As Cleo situated herself on the couch, Kai decided to be a decent host and headed to the kitchen to get her water without asking. Returning with a cold glass of water and his first aid kit, he handed the glass over. The highlights on the TV no longer had his attention as it quickly lost its appeal to him. Narrowed eyes were firmly placed on the girl next to him as if he was trying to read her mind. Instead, his hand flew out, palm up as his fingers motioned towards him. “Let me see your hand.” His desire of distorting reality earlier through alcohol as a response to avoid his problems was suddenly dismantled, now relying on sobriety to help with the issues in front of him.

Nadia wasn’t sure how she got there, but what matters is that she got there in the end. Her next obstacle to get over was getting her apartment door open, but no matter how hard she twisted her key or stabbed it into the designated input, the key simply wouldn’t fit into the lock. Slurred curses slipped past her lips as she soon gave up, her knuckles pressing harshly against the door that was in fact not her apartment door, but her judgement was too tainted by alcohol to realize that. “Davy, please help!” she shouted for her roommate, her words of distress echoing down the hallway. “The lock is bro --” Her cry for help got cut short as the door opened, and it wasn’t Davy on the other end. Glossy eyes narrowed as she tried to gain clarity of the situation. “You’re not Davy. Who are you and why are you in my apartment?” A heavy gasp was released, eyes widened as an absurd thought consumed her. “No way Davy threw a party and didn’t tell me.” Without waiting for a response, the drunk girl pushed the person aside to stumble into the apartment to fill it with her presence. It took her a few seconds, but after a quick glance in the place, she immediately realized her mistake. A guilty smile graced her demeanor as giggles erupted from her inebriated curved lips. “Oops. This isn’t my apartment,” she stated the obvious as she reluctantly turned around to greet the apartment’s occupant again. 

How desperately Abby wanted to get out. The cold grasp of panic gripped tightly at her throat as she laced her hands into her curls, elbows resting upon her knees. Could she bear hours of silence with Dev? Would those muted hours be preferable to hours of hesitant, delicate conversation? She wasn’t sure, and therein lied the quandary. That she wanted to escape this person she once wanted to spend every waking hour with felt amiss. That she was essentially stranded with the one person she didn’t feel comfortable socializing with was some twisted joke. Could it not be anyone else in the building? As her mind sprinted, the silence grew more and more unbearable, yet she couldn’t bring herself to make any noise aside from the shaky breaths she drew.

The familiar voice she couldn’t help but find solace in pulled her from her racing thoughts, grounding her again. Green eyes flicked to find him, lighting up and twinkling at the mention of her teaching, studying his features carefully in an attempt to gauge the level of response he sought. It was small talk, she was certain. Though she fiercely desired to pry into his life since parting to ensure he’d done as well as she thought he would, Abby was assured the same couldn’t be said for him. Those she’d known in years past tended to fall onto two sides of a spectrum; half figured she would end up dead in a ditch, and the other half felt she was destined for greatness. How close she’d come to the first. Where did he fall on that spectrum after their split? Had things ended on good terms, she would tell him how she’d proven so many wrong. They hadn’t, though. He wouldn’t care. Chewing on her lip, she contemplated her answer. Just as much as she wanted to answer with a detached, single-word affirmative, she wanted to tell him everything. That these teenagers had come to her at the beginning of her upswing after she reached her lowest point, a spiral that ended in an inpatient stint. That in them she found purpose and healing after she lost everyone closest to her. That she was fairly certain she was alive because of them. But that’s not what he was asking.

“Yes and no,” she settled on, then elaborating. “Not as a profession. Just volunteer after school speech and debate stuff to give them something to do. It’s…in a pretty rough neighborhood of a low income area. Things coming full circle, ya know?” Abby detailed with a tentative and halfhearted smile, referring to her upbringing and how she’d stumbled upon what became her greatest passion, now doing the same thing Ruth Ellen had done for her years ago. She couldn’t imagine he’d not recall this, though it wasn’t unreasonable that she may have been much more hung up on their perished relationship than he. She badly wanted to expand; discussing that which she felt ardent about caused her to brighten unlike any other topic of conversation. This wasn’t that kind of interaction, though. Perhaps another time, she hoped.

What had hurt Dev the most from their breakup wasn’t the disappointment that saturated him, feeling as if he wasn’t good enough for her. It was having to go from talking to someone everyday to no longer speaking to them, and how suddenly, the one person that meant the entire world to him was now a stranger. And standing there, the waves of that pain came crashing on him once again, swallowing him up as he tried to swim away, but each breath he attempted to take was stolen away as he continued drowning. Their current conversation only confirmed what he already knew, what he had feared when he had lost her -- things would never be the same again. For better or for worse, he wasn’t sure. Each syllable no longer held the same weight they did, lacking emotion and the warmth that he had longed for. 

Still, her response had prompted a small smile to etch on his features. He tried to possess control over his reactions, to display no emotions, to show her that he moved on, that he was no longer holding onto what they were. However, that was overpowered by the contentment of hearing that his past lover was engaging in something she enjoyed, how it all connected together. Even if a part of his heart held some anger towards her still, though he wouldn’t admit it, the anger was overshadowed with his yearning of wanting her to be happy. “A Ruth for others, huh? That’s good.” He wanted to ask more about it, to hear how she got there. A part of him wanted to sit down, hoping that the elevator would take a bit longer to get fixed as she talked about what she had been up to since they broke up. But Dev did his best to release his grip on the past. It would only falter the illusion he was putting on that he was over her, over what they were. Additional words to his response were cut short as his pride wrapped its fingers around his throat, cutting away at his desire to indulge himself into her life again. He thought he was fully healed, that his heart no longer ached when he heard her name, but now with her only a few feet away from him, he was pulled back into that abyss that he had spent almost a year climbing out of. 

Dev got closer to the elevator buttons, repeatedly pressing the red one again as each press was a silent scream for help of release. The longer he stayed there, the longer he would fall into the bottomless pit. The clicks of his finger against the button consumed the silence within the elevator, followed by noiseless curses of how he ended up in the same apartment building as the one person who had hurt him, and now stuck in an elevator. His finger regretfully and tragically fell from the button, admitting its defeat as Dev fell with it. In the unsettling depth of his eyes as he settled them on her is the color of the earth after violent rains, the firmament animals hesitate to explore again. It glistened in the warmth of flames that were progressively caving in and swallowing up years of what he worked through, to seek for the light that Abby once gave him, knowing that they would be met with a furious storm again. “How are you?” The words effortlessly fell from his lips, structured in a tone where that question meant more than they normally would if asked by someone else.

✨✨ meet ISABEL ACOSTA ✨✨

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full name: isabel celia acosta nicknames: izzy age: 31 birthday: january 25, 1989 zodiac sign: aquarius nationality: cuban hometown: santa clara, cuba occupation: veterinarian gender: cisgender female sexual orientation: bisexual ethnicity: cuban faceclaim: ana de armas

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✨✨ meet NADIA ARSLAN ✨✨

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full name: nadia elmas arslan nicknames: nadia, nad age: twenty-three birthday:  december 5th, 1995 zodiac sign: sagittarius nationality: turkish hometown: bursa, turkey occupation: student at nyu law school gender: cisgender female sexual orientation: bisexual  ethnicity: turkish faceclaim: aslihan malbora

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✨✨ meet KAI BRASHER ✨✨

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full name: kai brasher nicknames: kai age: 27 birthday: may 22, 1993 zodiac sign: taurus nationality: american hometown:  occupation: bartender at little branch gender: cisgender male sexual orientation: heterosexual ethnicity: caucasian 

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✨✨ meet DEV PARIKH ✨✨

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full name: dev parikh nicknames: dev age: twenty-five birthday: january 12, 1995 zodiac sign: capricorn nationality: american occupation: software developer at IBM hometown: new york city gender: cisgender male sexual orientation: heterosexual ethnicity: gujarati indian, german faceclaim: avan jogia

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