ᶜʰᵃᵒᵗᶦᶜ / ᴱⱽᴵᴸ !

❝ babe, you know i’d be the greatest little alien guy from toy story ever, ❞ he said back, quick as ever. ❝ it’s a great color. this sweater is dope. and you’re not biased, you’re just literally the smartest person ever. and i’m not adorable. i’m ruggedly handsome. ❞ 

❝ knew a lot, did you, huh, adrian ? ❞ roman raised his eyebrows, blue eyes filled with mischief. ❝ whoa. that is so uncalled for. aren’t we friends ? do you really think i could be like that ? ❞ adrian knew roman was a bundle of nerves. roman knew adrian was gay. 

❝ 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 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. 

she was right. they were different. different people, different lifestyles, different perspectives. all that united them was roman’s nearly comical passivity. his readiness to jump into things for the aesthetic of it, or the scientific merit of it. he had very little respect for life, both his and others, and it made him reckless, which he supposes is what brings them together. nikki is dysfunctional enough to do things and roman is careless enough to folow her along the way. it’s an odd sort of bond, not one he’d be able to put to words, not that he would give enough thought into it to be able to. he was in for the ride. that was roman for you. ❝ i’m a lot of things. definitely not dull. i’m more afraid i’d be made into a villian. and black isn’t much my color. dark blue, maybe. ❞ he shrugged his shoulders in a lazy sort of way. it be like that sometimes, y’know. ❝ ginger ale of substance abusing, jesus christ. you gateway drugged and got me to do coke for the first time. you’re a dangerous woman. ❞ pot ? that was nothing. in roman’s rather intellectual opinion, most people could stand to enjoy smoking pot from time to time. ❝ yeah, basically. at least i’d like to think so. ❞  

❝ 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 ? ❞

❝ morgan... are you implying you’re doing it right ? because this just became a very different conversation that i am direly interested in being a part of. ❞ he raised both of his eyebrows emphatically. the comical little shit.  ❝ it’s criminology 101. the apartment is included in your daily schedule. it’s a graphed point where you’re definitely going to be at some point in time. logically, i’d definitely kidnap you from there. ❞

❝ 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 ? ❞

❝ that’s more dangerous than, like, bdsm, ❞ roman told her in a dry voice.  ❝ you’re morgan stark. you could be kidnapped. they could wreck our apartment ! ❞

❝ yeah, you’re my sister and all, but i wouldn’t want to meet you in a back alley. ❞