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" oooh , when did you get so fancy mr. devlin ? " golden aubergine , he'd said , sounded like something straight out of a jane austen book if you'd asked her . she's honestly not even sure if she trusts him , but figures worst case scenario is a heavy hand of vermouth which doesn't sound half as bad as one might think . " you know , with all of this drink knowledge i'm starting to think that you've quit your career as a pilot and gone for the hostess position instead , " pan is taken from him despite her grumbling , would think that by now she'd gotten used to the fact that no one in this town dared to show up anywhere empty handed . " that sounds lovely . . . i don't remember the last time i had armagnac , must've been that summer we spent in bordeaux ⸺ god . . . remember that patissiere with those strawberry fruit tarts ? ugh , " mouth waters at the memory , would have to remember to go back next time she was in europe . " have you had any fun travels recently ? " question echoes from the kitchen , accompanied by the sound of eggplant being sliced and arranged onto a plate . " don't tell me willow glen is the most interesting place you've been the last few months or i might just have to book a flight for you myself . "
she could be referring to any number of things , none of them he'd consider fancy , not by his standards and certainly not hers , unless she's somehow downgraded those over the course of the intervening years . " it's like you don't know me at all . " and did being a licenced pilot who could fly certain clientele as a vanity bonus component of a bespoke service really count as a career if your family own all the planes ? he's still trying to figure that one out .
grin locks into place , before the silence turns awkward . " that same patisserie opened in london recently . right on motcombe . next to mina's . " he'd preferred the blueberry frangipane variety himself . but his tastes have since matured . he's gotten off sugar .
he's gently stirring the negronis as she speaks , expressing the orange peel carefully , " uh no , no . . . last stopover was in nadi . in fiji . flew a buyer out to our races . it was , fine . " timing had been fucking awful and he hadn't caught any waves , bums him out still . " what about you ? been ages , work's going good , got what you always wanted , nearly . boyfriend . . . girlfriend . . . how're the parents ? whereabouts you been lately ? "
‘ um ... ’ part of summer probably shouldn't enjoy seeing cade so unsettled . the mature part , at least . the other half — the half that had endured weeks of drilling and enough construction dust to convince her the something was sure to be amiss — was positively thriving . let him squirm .
he'd arrived at her door carrying an olive branch and somehow managed to trip over it before he could hand it over . she'd done little more than repeat his own proposal back to him and that alone seemed enough to send him spiralling . was that her fault ? hardly . brows raise as his hands clap together and she works to keep the satisfaction from claiming her features . to her credit , blonde almost succeeds .
“ six - thirty works . ” her hand remains curled around the edge of the door as she straightens slightly . “ and thank you . ” gratitude comes in two small words ; simple and sincere . she doesn't elaborate . blue eyes settle on him , warmth softening her smile . “ i'll bring my refined opinions on your design choices . i can be a very harsh critic . ” smile widens just enough to signal the joke before she begins easing the door closed . “ i'll see you later , cade . ”
there's a distinct aroma of caramelising garlic and spices . his body moves with the rhythm playing over the sound system , as the barramundi he's had flown in sizzles on the pan with a blend of chilli powder , garlic , jammy shallots , cilantro and oil . the stuffed portobello is already laid out , still hot from the oven . he's buzzed her in by way of the newly installed digital lock on his phone , doesn't quite look up when she arrives , head bopping as he finishes up .
" hey , " he lowers the volume , offering her a chin - up . " figured chilli skillet - charred fish tacos would be easy . you okay with hendricks g&t ? i've got the japanese cucumber to soak in it i know it's an acquired taste , otherwise . . . martini ? hugo spritz ? what do you like ? "
the pan's set on the counter , he starts to flake the white fish . " figured we could assemble the way we like it . " he points to the fixings, shredded purple cabbage , thinly sliced raddish , chopped scallion , diced tomato , avocado and lime wedges .
" you're probably the second person that's come in here besides me . well first proper guest , i suppose . "
brooks shrugs , actively avoiding eye contact with the subject of their conversation across the room , who he can spot in his peripheral waving their arms like it might attract their attention . " oh , god — not criminals . " he mutters , feigning like it was a character flaw of cade's . brooks raises his glass to his lips again , downing the last of the drink in his glass and making eye contact with the bartender , subliminally ordering another . " return on investment ? " he can't subdue the smirk that spreads across his lips , " now you're speakin' my language . . . can't imagine they get many new recruits in a bar . someone needs to talk to them about their marketing strategy . " as quickly as his former negroni was downed , a new one materializes in front of brooks . " maybe this is crazy to admit , " he pulls his new glass closer , spinning it while he watches the ice cube rotate in the glass , " but you're australian ? i literally had no idea . your accent's , like , all over the place . "
there's the subtlest flattening of brows , speaking his language ? for something normal and adult ? weird thing to say , but if the christ fanatic across the lounge were any indication , willow glen's full of weirds , maybe it rubs off on people . " i dunno , could be the ambitious sort . or the exploitative . drunk people are vulnerable and the ones here have more money . "
palm is rubbing his jaw still contemplating the qualitative approach one might take , when the guy's question rips cade's attention away from the far end of the bar . his gaze is thin , staring like he might find waldo hiding in that mop of black hair . " how's that crazy to admit , you don't know me . " he shrugs about the accent , can't help how he sounds , and he's not about to de-mystify it by way of over-sharing .
it’s not her table for the waiting. not the slightest bit, not at all. unfortunately, that doesn’t stop pariah’s ears from tilting in its direction, almost twitching beneath mass of frizzy hair each time his peculiar accent gives them a tickle. she’s not exactly being subtle about her snooping either (though when has she ever done subtlety?), bangle-stacked arms dangling from the top cap of the booth behind him, a displeased lil’ snort pushing through at his spit-and-dry motion. “can totally see yer floaties all the way from here, man. most folks have the decency t’keep it in their mouths, run t’the bathroom, then toss it out.” other server takes that as their cue to leave… perhaps with the secret and very foolish hope that clementine’ll make sure the rest of the customer’s visit is smooth sailing. or maybe just not equipped to deal with whatever comes next. “dunno. kinda feels like you’ve hurt enough fuckin’ feelings for the day, y’know?” she scoots out of the sticky seat, though no relief is to come for the gentleman in distress, for her cowboy boots carry her toward the one opposite him — seated and staring after just a few wiggles and hops across red vinyl. “there are only so many cups one fella can spit into ‘fore the whole world turns sad and very gray.” then, a sprinkle of grace, “i do appreciate the please y’added in there, though. it’s not all that bad, y’see? half a point for you, chap!”
it's almost like he's heard the screech of a record scratch , interrupting his own internal monologue on the demise of his tastebuds which he'd argue , had already been primed with lowered expectations . blank features scrunch , neck craning to the side until blues meet the source's gaze .
therein lay his first mistake .
she sounds like a drunk toddler play-acting as some sort of educationalist . what the hell does she mean by floaties ? there's no pool in sight. he can barely make out the rest , it's the main reason he doesn't comment , until he eventually deduces , gaze travelling from boots to the wild dark hair and the smatter of freckles on an otherwise child-like face , that he is being judged by some kind of diner sprite no less . he folds the napkin neatly to be disposed of later . " cool i'll be sure to not spend it all in one place . " a half - point for basic decency . " 'sides , i got betrayed first , i was expecting something completely different . hurt feelings were inevitable . " finger taps against the edge of the table , wondering what she expects exactly out of this , is this her way of asking him to leave ? " didn't know this place had a resident food coroner though , " he adds , chin jerking up at her .
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for a moment, though brief in actual span, however seeming to stretch on and on, endlessly, in her mind, pearl believes she has made the most repulsive of social errors— thinking a person is known to you, when they are, in fact, horrifically, not. she is near dizzy, ready to drop all of her prospective groceries and run out of the store, when she does, and just barely, catch the sound of her name.
thank god. or, whomever. “ pearl, yes. pearl vaughn, ” she speaks, with a relieved bit of laughter, too easily abandoning the hyphenate in favor of brevity; what she will tell herself was brevity, later, when she dissects this conversation as she does all such social encounters. “ the young mister carter. but, not quite so young, anymore, hm? ” pearl will not stop long enough to contemplate her own aging, then, in relation to his.
“ i am sorry, i— i apologize for the, um. the snooping. ” perhaps, a mild way to characterize what she had been doing. “ i imagine that happens, not infrequently, to you? as i understand it, you’re something of a celebrity, now. ” merrick had kept her abreast of the success of her former tutee; or, he had tried. sport was a bit out of her realm of awareness. “ you’ve certainly come a long way, from . . . fractions and decimals. what are— what are you doing back here, in willow glen? ”
the young mister carter . it sounds absurd now , he hasn't answered to that in a long time . thumb drags under his lower lip , eyes dancing as she laughs . he's not laughing along with her only because he's watching the way she moves , tracking all the differences he may or may not remember . only tunes into her words after .
for a moment he thinks he's been caught not paying attention , what had she said ? his brows raise and he catches the words back and , willow glen . he could give her the party - line , it's ready to be launched , floating at the tip of his tongue , but instead , brows knit , sincerity writing itself into the bob of his tilted head , gesturing towards her like she's somehow impressive . " it's really . . . good to see you . " in a way , if she's as perceptive as he'd have bet his life on once upon a time , she has her answer . " wow . how you been ? married ? kids ? "
that he'd been game enough to order the special , mysterious as the title had been , was award-worthy enough , did he have to be punished for it ? the scowl is obvious from a mile away , trying to cover up what he's just tried to swallow and failed , spit back into the cup and tongue covered by the napkin . just WHY ? why sweat sweet tea ? why did twinkies need to be deep fried ? why did BUTTER need to be deep fried ?
" listen i'll um pay for whatever , " disgusting thing , " could i have a , " the coffee is also shit . why does he bother ? " water please ? " /. @par1ahs
" i thought i told you not to bring anything , " eyes are alight the second she opens the door , only a bit of playful annoyance twinkling behind her pupils as she's met with the site of cade holding a dish she specifically told him not to bring . not that she was complaining , food was always the one thing she could never have enough of ⸺ that much made obvious by the ridiculous spread she's already amassed on the table . " come in , i hope you like italian because i made way too fucking much of it , " couldn't decide between the carbonara or the bolognese , so naturally the only solution was to make both and pray they had the stomach to keep up . " welcome to my humble little abode , " humble , maybe , but little was anything but , kitten heels clicking against the wood of her floor as she leads him into the dining room where the first course of their meal awaits . " i just have some garlic bread toasting in the oven but . . . c'mere , " she takes his hand abruptly , steps picking up the pace as she drags him towards the pride and joy of her home : the bar . " i thought maybe negronis for tonight ? but i couldn't remember if you liked campari or not so i got elderflower too for a little cheeky hugo spritz . . . i don't know ⸺ what are you feeling ? " ( @ruinair )
and the assumption that cade's even a little bit of a pushover is a rookie mistake . " it was my only condition , " he doesn't like the lack of reciprocity he'd feel otherwise . makes his own rules , his own code , he'll stick by both . " i thought you might , so i brought something . . . " head bobs side to side , like what's in his hands is an inconvenience , rather than contribution , " complementary . it's a uh golden aubergine , purple sprouting broccolini thing with preserved lemon dressing and honey baked feta . " only because he was willing to bet aria would overdose on carbs otherwise .
can't help the beginnings of a grin when she tugs his hand . old habit . " right right , you should worry about plating all this . i will bring you the drinks . if you trust me to make the negronis , as an aperitif . i also brought armagnac , made from cherries , for after dinner . goes well with bourbon and ice . good to sip while we , finish catching up . . . what do you reckon ? "
“ as i live and breathe , ” vivienne echoed softly , the corners of her mouth lifting into something altogether gentler than her usual smile. the bouquet caught her attention immediately. she accepted it with both hands , bringing it close enough to catch the fragrance before looking back up at him. “ they’re beautiful. ” her voice carried genuine appreciation , absent of performance for once. “ you didn’t have to do this , you know. ” she looked at him for another moment, properly this time , as if accounting for every year that had passed since she’d last seen him. there was a familiarity in him that made the foyer feel less empty.
“ come here . ”
it was impossible to mistake the invitation. before he could object , vivienne reached up to straighten the collar of his jacket , brushing an invisible speck of lint from his shoulder before resting a hand briefly against his cheek. “ still forgetting to eat enough , i imagine , ” she murmured , studying his face with quiet scrutiny. “ or perhaps you’ve finally found someone sensible enough to remind you. ”
only then did she release him. “ i should scold you for staying away so long , ” she admitted , the bouquet tucked carefully into the crook of her arm. “ but i find i’m simply happy to see you standing on my doorstep. ” his question lingered. how are you ? vivienne exhaled a small breath. “ oh , i manage. ” there was a softness to the words that hadn’t existed before. “ some days better than others. ” then , almost instinctively , she redirected the conversation. “ but enough about me. ”
her head tilted. “ what about you , sweetheart ? ” the endearment came naturally, as though it had been waiting years to be used again. “ what pulled you back to willow glen ? ” she searched his face for the answer before he could even give it. “ i’ve always believed people don’t return to places like this by accident. they come back because they’re looking for something … or because they left a piece of themselves behind. ” the thought seemed to linger with her. “ have you been taking care of yourself ? ” she asked quietly. “ truly ? ” there was no judgment in it , only concern. she smiled then , warmer than before , stepping aside and holding the door open.
“ come inside. i’ve got coffee on , and if i know anything at all , it’s that no worthwhile conversation has ever happened with people standing on a porch. ” she glanced once more at the flowers before looking back at him. “ besides , i’ve missed having young people in this house. humor an old woman for an afternoon. ”
gaze tracks the way she takes the bouquet , not one single missed detail . her smile reaches into his ribcage and latches on with reckless abandon . it's only evident in his features for the space of time that her attention is on the flowers , then they rearrange into a muted politeness . " worth it if it makes you happy , ma'am . " the word comes as an afterthought , edited in at the tail-end of his sincerity .
he lowers himself at her command , brush of his lips preceding the warmth of his cheek , pressed against hers , allowing her to have her fill before he draws back . " ah . my nutritionist runs a tight ship . " he knows what she means though . he cannot remember the last time he ate to feed his soul . " depends , if you're offering i won't say no . " he'll grin abruptly , before she can chastise him for his cheek . she has her hands full with beau .
arm opens , it ghosts across her back , palm occasionally brushing the fabric of her blouse as they head into the house . " you make yourself sound frail and senile . that ain't what i'm seeing . " beginnings of amusement colour his tone , but he clips it as he addresses her words at the door and the questions she'd asked after . " what happens on the other days ? " this time , he forgets himself , his palm , carefully guiding the space behind her , reaches to warm the cap of her shoulder and give it a firm squeeze as they walk . so that she'll feel weight and substance behind her . " i s'pose i'll take the scolding . i'm here now . no plans to leave . " and he hasn't lived in willow glen since he was nineteen years old .
the uno reverse card she's throwing him doesn't go unnoticed , he gives her a bracing look . he'll allow this folly , for a moment . " i think that's obvious , been all over the news for weeks . " even if she had managed to miss the headlines she would have heard the gossip . just thinking about his (ex) girl on that boat with that billion dollar dopehead has a migraine threatening to seize his temples . " got me in a box mrs langford , ain't no accident . y'know . . . when you put the numbers together , i been a product for fifty - three percent of my life . the talent . the insured sack of bones . can you believe that ? " a product , not a person . he doesn't even know what it's like to talk to people outside of his family who don't have an agenda anymore .
when he'd envisioned his life , he hadn't been naive enough to assume this wouldn't be a problem . he'd dismissed it because what he'd assumed was , he'd always have conrad on the other end of the phone . it had seemed enough .
" catch me up on things . see any good movies ? are we hatin' on any skank down the street ? — pardon my uh , french . what're you readin' ? pick up new hobbies i don't know about ? when's the last vacation you took ? "
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angelo carter | TASK OO1 : hey wgn, welcome to my crib !
disclaimer: angelo would never open his willow glen residence to media. he's done it in the past for AD , but his hometown, his sanctuary right now is off limits.
1. what neighborhood / complex do you live in and what made him choose it ? what made him stay ?
one of angelo's staff swiped this off the market as soon as they saw the possibility. at least this is what he was told. it COULD also have been that they made the previous owner an extremely generous offer that they could not refuse. did not even disclose who they were buying it on behalf of.
redbud manor was so out of reach for angelo when he was growing up. he's come a really long way since then, living in one of the unreachable houses he used to marvel at as a kid.
the house has 5 bedrooms, pretty modest compared to his other properties, but it's enough for if his sisters or his mother visits. it came fully renovated, he bought the custom-made dining table and the couch from an artisan he knows. best part is it already came with quite a bit of land and privacy, all outfitted with a basketball court, a pool, an indoor gym, a gameroom and sauna.
2. what is his favorite kind of house guest ?
angelo's relatively hospitable. he hires the people he used to know as a kid, to help stock his fridge, cook his meals, help clean and always tips well and strives to be good and respectful to them. any guest that comes over simply needs to be just as respectful, and it'll be fine.
3. if his home had a soundtrack, what would it be and why ?
better things by sharon jones & the dap kings. it's peaceful, bright, and the outdoor setup is just as fun as the inside. you'll never be bored.
4. when was the last time he used the pool ?
he jogs every morning, swims every evening. previous owner even left behind their mini golf setup, maybe he'll start learning !
5. what’s his favorite spot to relax in his home ?
the outdoor lounge under the shade. it's near the pool, has natural cooling facilities because of the stone, and the green-roofing and the grass, seat's comfy.
6. what’s in his fridge right now ?
a lot of whole foods. he hasn't really gotten off the athlete diet yet. greens, fruit, wheatgrass, prebiotic shakes, yoghurt, eggs and grassfed meat. anything that deviates from this is usually kept on hand for guests.
7. what is the best feature of his bedroom ?
that it has floor to ceiling natural light and opens out into the pool lounge. it's a lot more convenient when it's really hot, or if he just needs a dip in the middle of the afternoon.
8. how does he organize his closet ? does he have a separate space for shoes and accessories ?
he has a walk-in closet, it's very big, as you can imagine he has a lot of things, many jerseys, many things collected over the years and has yet to think about auctioning things off. he does have a separate space for shoes and accessories, especially shoes, guy gets free things all the time and he also has a shoe empire.
"oh, god..." probably wasn't doing a good job at pretending to be horrified at the thought of izzy with some sage in the few huffs he managed; the smell was something he'd learned to get used to, even bought a few smudge sticks of his own on those lonelier nights when the house seemed emptier than usual. "your neighbor... you mean the cute blonde who gave me the stink eye when i asked where your unit was?" she'd pointed him in the right direction, but you would've thought there was something radioactive behind cade's door by the way she recoiled at the mere mention of it. "what'd you do to her, boy?" he was intrigued, giving cade that teasing look that would've earned both men a slap upside the head from izzy.
"well, i'm sure your parents are glad you're gettin' more involved in the family business. in a more... ground crew capacity, at least." wondered if cade even had a choice in the matter, but the boy never came off to him as someone who would do anything, even in any small part, that he didn't want to.
ice cubes clinked against the edge of the glass as he swirled the drink in his hand, the stool beneath him squeaking as he switched crossing one leg over the other. "six years in texas and i think i'm only startin' to get properly acquainted with their humor. kinda miss the new york crowd, but i always did like a good challenge." he'd made it a point not to bring up the 212 so much in his bits, though he'd recently made a blunder just lightly joking about the knicks vs the spurs (he was a little drunk and a momentary lapse in memory made him forget where he was standing). "i haven't been on stage much recently. i've actually been tryin' to work on a new script."
slow blinks increase in speed the more he comprehends the words coming out of jesse's mouth . " have you been checking out my neighbour ? " the ' cute blonde? ' . fingers curl over his mouth with narrowed gaze , pre-emptively , whatever answer jesse's headed for , cade doubts will sound plausible . " mate , there are only two units on this floor . can hardly blame her for that one , " that and maybe a couple contractors had also knocked on the wrong door a couple times , right when the drilling and hammering had ceased .
he twists the glass on the table toying with the trickling condensation , avoiding jesse's gaze with a shrug . " haven't done anything , place needed to be renovated , and she might be a bit of a homebody , couldn't be helped . " he may also have implied she hadn't had much going on during the more intense moments , when someone had screwed up the tiling .
the sip he takes is grounding , gaze swivels back to jesse , amused . " c'mon , don't be patronising . " jesse has never quite fit the correct generation to make sweeping statements like that and get away with it on account of propriety and politeness . " you don't know them well enough . " well enough is also a stretch , there had always been continents between them and jesse and the family gatherings however frequent or otherwise , were short . his parents defied convention , their empire had come out of convenience and necessity , not ambition . their laid back approach meant underestimation , and their social abilities ended up edging out the competition . there had been no talk of legacy , if his brother decided he didn't care , so be it , it would end .
" a script ? autobiographical ? you can name it glen and bear it . "
brooks lazily follows cade's gaze , eyes connecting with someone who clearly isn't looking at him , but takes in their appearance nonetheless . brooks isn't unfamiliar with their kind , someone so desperate to spread the good word that they're willing to overlook the obvious discomfort they push onto others . brooks motions towards his ear , making a face that says ' sorry , can't hear you ! ' and turns away from the person in question . " nah , don't know 'em , " he shrugs , not too interested in getting to know them , either . he smirks , wondering what cade had stirred up to incur the fanatic's wrath . " what'd you do ? they're clearly lookin' at you , man , not me , " raises hands innocently .
corner of his mouth twitches , like he might laugh if the situation deserved the energy . " nah ' clearly ' is a bit strong , " he offers mildly , picking up his fresh round ( a paper plane ) and sliding over the spare with lazy precision . " if i hazarded a guess , probably just assume i'm descended from criminals from the way i speak . otherwise , haven't got the foggiest . " but as he's said . his guesses would likely be just that : a hazard . " they seem committed though , picking targets in a premium lounge , return on investment must be good . "
he's the last person summer expects to be on the other side of her door — a member of conceierge , her siblings maybe , but not cade — especially not seemingly one sentence away from talking himself into cardiac arrest . flat palm rests on the lock stile , a breath of air borderline a chuckle escapes her nose in one puff .
“ cade . ” a gentle interupption , offered somewhere around the point he'd begun questioning whether she ate food . “ i know i may have been . . . forward at times . . . ” admittedly , the renovations had tested her patience . early mornings punctuated by drills , walls vibrating close to noise restriction hours . there were more than one occasion that summer marched next door and screamed " stop off that goddamn hammering or i swear to god ! " than she would've liked . “ ... but i wasn't planning on screaming at you . ” watching him stumble over apologies and a peace offering now , however , its difficult to summon any genuine irritation .
free hand rests a little higher than her hip and blonde waves cascade down her over shoulder as her head tilts to the side . “ for the record , i do drink and eat funnily enough . i'm incredibly boring , m'afraid . ” she gives in , her features softening as she offers cade a grin . “ i suppose a house tour is only fair seeing as you woke me up so many mornings . ”
playing peacekeeper is not exactly cade's style . doesn't know what his style is either , but at least he's aware that this is not his natural state . usually he's daring someone to lose their cool in ways they won't be able to put their finger on , edging them out of comfort just barely until he's amused enough to let them be . needing align himself with her for the sake of a pleasant living situation however , needs to take precedence over his pride .
her stance doesn't help , that waterfall of gold spilling past her shoulder as she leans to one side . ah yes , yes so what he's not used to , is being the less relaxed party . fucking loathes it . " um . . . " only fair isn't exactly a yes , it's a declaration of entitlement , which . . . hadn't he already conceded to ? isn't she just repeating what he just said ?? " alrighty then . cool , " he'll pause just long enough for his brain to echo , coolcoolcoolcoolcool , hands clapping together .
" so , " palms part to form two finger guns at her as if to confirm the point , " come over at six - thirty , grand tour , there will be dinner . and alcohol . " just in case she meant boring in that she only drinks water and sweat tea .
Jasper had his phone and sunglasses in one hand as he admired the jet that was housed in the hangar. It was gleaming, freshly washed and given the once over by the maintenance team, and was raring to go. He’d always been fascinated by planes, spending a lot of his innocent childhood pretending to be a pilot, but knowing he wasn’t intellectually competent to be able to fly a real one. Besides, flying planes would mean leaving Willow Glen for most of the time and he couldn’t let himself do that.
Once he heard his name, Jasper turned his attention and offered the younger man a friendly smile as he then reached for his hand. “It’s my pleasure as it’s lovely to meet you, Cade. So, what can I do for you?”
lovely to meet you . kind of a strange thing to say to somebody whose reputation is under the wire enough for it to not precede themselves . cade shakes the man's hand , grip firm , swing a little irreverent .
" i'm here with a proposition . i'm sure you've noticed these new planes coming in and out . " only two so far , the one he'd flown in when he'd first arrived and a spare . chin knocks toward the one gleaming in the light . his favourite bird , " beaut , isn't she ? — anyway my family owns the charter , the whole operation , expecting there'll be more need for our vehicles coming in , " he retrieves a folder from under his elbow , takes out one of the pages for mr. morgan to peruse . " temporary arrangement , priority ramp access , after hours handling with notice , fuel coordination , discreet ground transport staging . we're offering to cover standard landing and ramp fees , pay a premium for after hours staffing , meet a fuel minimum , put a retainer down for the season , and that's only the primary fiscal benefit you get . "
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" god ⸻ it is not ! it's not a kink. it's a genuine quality that you ⸻ that i ⸻ " the hole noemi had already dug herself the moment she opened her mouth is only growing deeper with each stutter that trips on the way out, pursing her lips tight to seal words away before they can humiliate her any further. she's great at reading the room … sometimes, tonight being one of the less observant of her days, unhesitatingly taking cade's encouragement as genuine. " i've … you know, complimented him, slept over at his house a few times … " a flighty glance in pilot's direction, heat crawling up the skin of her neck. " … other stuff. "
" i'm not here to kink-shame , " hands raise up , as if he's the one that needs surrender . " sex - positivity all the way . " one of his hands lowers to rub a circle into his chest , straight to the heart , in solidarity , " repression is an epidemic . y'know . . . fly the flag . live proud . " the urge to ask what kind of compliments she means is strong , but one must know their own limitations , and if it transpires that she's said things like ' i really like your drapes , ' his poker - face will fail and he'll lose all credibility . " you've slept in his bed ? a few times ? "
location : summer's apartment doorway
for : @sundrifting
there's no guarantee she won't scoff in his face , but on his floor for the sake of exclusivity and space , she's the only neighbour , it wouldn't do to have bad blood . . . in theory at least .
when the door swings open , the words come out like marbles spilling chaotically out of the jar onto a smooth surface and rolling in awkward directions .
" listen , wait . hold on . " she's just opened the door , where could she go ??? idiot .
" before you scream at me . see i don't know . . . if you drink or . . . eat , i mean obviously you eat , but what you eat , if you're vegan or if you have specific food allergies , or well my point is actually i wanted to bring something by , except i don't know anything about you . i know the renovations were a lot , i know i've been a bit of a nasty prick about it , let me make it upto you . house tour ? drinks . . . food on me ? it's a big space , least i can do is let you enjoy it a little . "
romaincrisis
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