oh no, we're destined ;;

@rafaelband: @adricruz THAT ALBUM WAS SO LIT but tpab was still gold so i m not mad

“To be fair, I demand to be showered in affection everyday so I also don’t understand limiting it to just one day. But why are you so upset? Are you one of those guys who hates love or are you just cheap? I’m just asking so I know how to tackle this convo.”

Rafael: bc the only other ppl who had pet frogs were wizards and i'm about to elevate my self blessUp

Turning off the oven with a flick of his wrist, Raf tore a paper towel from the roll to offer minimal protection from the toasty rolls as he balanced them in his hand. Kicking off his pants in the hall separating the two bedrooms, he hip-checked the door close before bouncing to sit carelessly on the bed. Too impatient to wait, he jammed the first one into his mouth effectively burning the shit out of the roof of his mouth. "I asked you, if you were feeling alright." He huffed out, mouth still obscenely full. Patting Vincent over the covers be attempted to patch things up. "Just know, if you ever need anything you know I'm there so, like, it's okay even if you wake me up." Hiccuping as he took a more conservative bite of the second one, he climbed over Vincent to wedge himself in between him and the wall. Finishing it off, he sighed contently, pleasantly full. "On the brightside, you're a great kisser. You'll be back to your old self in no time. "

Rafael: yeah, i want a pet. thanks lil babe 😘

❝ yes, now get your nasty little head outta the gutter. what do you mean one time? hey --❞ staying just a step behind her, rafael wasn’t all too worried about his car though he only half realized that he didn’t know if she knew how to drive. ❝ exactly the reason why i’m in such high demand. you can shorten it to ‘master vessel’ if you’d like. ❞ he said with a wink. ❝ i’ll let them know that you sympathize with their situation when you go off to the toilets later and they ask me if you can be trusted or if they should just leave you on the side of the road. ❞ more amused than mortified, rafael chased after her - sickly aware that perhaps vincent was right and he should maintain a healthy relationship with the gym. ignoring that thought all together, he was momentarily reminded of paintings of hunters chasing nymphs, but shook the thought from his head as pebbles crunched beneath his converse and he gained on her. scooping an arm around her waist, he lifted and spun her to a stop in front of the fountain. ❝ yeah, silly me. where would i get an idea like that? ❞ only extremely, mildly, out of breath, he cocked his head slightly, extending his hand towards her. ❝ you owe me something. ❞

“’s just fucked up is all.” Taking another swig of beer, he held the bottle between numb fingers, trying to think up another point. Eyes closing automatically, Raf’s free hand fell into Vincent’s lap as he kissed back - licking along his plush lower lip to inevitably chase the taste of beer and weed. The dull ache of his scalp as Vincent pulled his hair had him sighing against the other’s mouth before they broke apart. Swallowing air thickly, he brought his beer back up to his lips, letting the last of it run down his throat. “’s okay,” Raf hummed with a gentle shrug of his shoulders. “Didn’t answer my question though.” Jumping down from the counter, the bottle swung precariously from his loose grip as he single-handedly unbuckled his pants. Tossing the now empty bottle into the trash, his shirt was the first to go - balling it up and placing it on the counter as he made his way to the fridge for another beer. “You don’t mind if I eat in your bed right?” 

“This is a new plain of existence that I’ve been living on for awhile. Thanks, you’re the best. Parks doesn’t deserve to come back and find me in his bed yet.” Raf agreed, taking the beer gratefully he tried to duck away from Vincent’s grip but failed miserably and just accepted it. “I mean yeah, it’s supposed to be sad but Leo didn’t have to go down like that!” He said to his friend’s back, twisting off the top and tossing it into the sink. “Like, she spent the whole last bit of the movie crying about him to her 50 kids but she couldn’t move a half inch? I hate James Cameron, why would he do this?” Swigging down half the bottle he waited until Vincent was back, though why he bothered to say pajamas when all he did was strip down. “I don’t know, it just kind of popped into my head. It’s the worst. “Yeah, of course.” Slouching into Vincent, he rocked from side to side. “You alright?”

"a riot? well i’d love to see that. you going to that valentines thing?” shrugging off her accurate assumption, rafael coughed lamely to cover up the laughter bubbling in his chest. “do you really think that i would use psych as a thin, relatable, discussion topic to bang your friend in the library? i can’t believe this, i’m truly insulted.” licking his lips to distract himself, raf typed quickly to change her contact name and slyly take and upwards angled photo of her. “she’s fucking awful. i’m glad you’re a real human being because now i can trust you. but thank you, i look great not only from the waist down, but the waist up. if i were a news anchor, i would definitely let you on anytime you’d like. a special correspondent of sorts.”

“One day, I’m going to get that fancy technology that writes down everything you say and I’ll write a book that will sell millions and I will be immortalized. Also Animorphs had the worst concent ever, I saw one about a Dell computer once.” Infinitely grateful for Vincent’s humor, Raf stifled a laugh as he made his way into the kitchen. “My instagram’s about to blow up between this gem and Adri’s passport photo.” Hopping up to sit on the counter, Raf tapped his fingers against his thigh as he waited. “You know what’s fucked up though? The Titanic. They both could’ve fit on the door frame, V. I know it. Can I crash here? I’ll be good and go to bed when you do so you can make it to class or whatever. But Rose really could’ve scooted over a bit and then it wouldn’t be a sad movie anymore.”

Nodding mutely, Rafe looked up and down the hall, only feeling grounded when Vincent slung an arm around him. “Yeah.. I’m great, there’s no place I’d rather be.” As they made their way down the hall, Rafael reached out his arm, to drag his fingertips along the bumps in the wall. “Do you ever wonder why people lie? Like it can’t be self-preservation to lie to yourself about what you want and stuff, right? It doesn’t make sense, people should say what they want to as long as it doesn’t fuck someone else over, you know? Like, animals don’t lie and we’re somehow supposed to be more evolved? What’s the truth, man. I think there was a reason why on all those Animorph covers the people turned into animals - they know more than us.” Waiting by the door, he quickly took his phone out, swiping upwards for the camera and taking a quick snap. “You look beautiful in the lighting,” he laughed, before making his way inside. “Did you say something about bagel bites?”

“ touché, i didn’t even think of that. just, ya know, your track record at parties hasn’t been all that great so i just assumed that that wasn’t really your scene and that you’d stay away from anyone who did that kind of stuff.” his sentence puttered to a mute point as she took his phone. it was truly one of the most interesting things to see her send herself a message. taking the phone back, raf couldn’t help but smile at her. “you’re not so bad, if you could also hook me up with her number i’d like to, um, have an in-depth discussion or something. supernatural huh? i heard about that but there’s just too much of it to even bothering catching up. okay, if there’s a string of murders i’ll tell the dean about you, ‘she’s a firecracker’ i’ll say, ‘she knows so much about torture the kids on the streets call her the Torturepedia’ and then CNN’s Nancy Grace will ask me questions and then interrupt me as I try to answer them for a half hour. The dream life, you know, if you ever lost is and started killing everyone.”