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-Sings in her spare time

-After putting on the play for the elders, she surprisingly found a passion for writing?

-She likes to write plays and books now! She wants to put on a professional play one day

-Her writings are... really vulgar. But she’s getting there!

-Likes to listen to Arnold tell stories about America 

-After hearing Kevin talk so much abt Orlando, she wants to visit there w everybody!

-Her and Elder McKinely click with each other and they get close! 

two beautiful babes called nicole lily and conner peirson because they deserve the world

“THAT’S IT!”

will hawksworth and kevin clay, ladies and gentlemen and queers

i’m,, a homo

You First

Kevin and Connor are sitting opposite each other at their tiny kitchen table, wordlessly staring each other down. There is a chipped, gray mug sitting between them, halfway filled with liquor of questionable origin, waiting for someone to take the first sip. The table is covered in cracks and mystery stains and there’s this unidentifiable sticky substance caked to the top that never seems to come off, no matter how hard they scrub. Most likely from a twenty-year-long line of rotating missionaries that has abruptly ended with them. 

It’s their legacy, Kevin thinks, and he’s not particularly sorry for it.

He feels guilty, yes. And perhaps even a little bit sad. But there’s this other part of him, a part of him he’s only recently allowed to surface, that actually feels thankful for all of this. Thankful for Arnold. Thankful for Elder McKinley. Thankful that he doesn’t need to be Elder Price, anymore. Thankful that nobody expects perfection from him, anymore. They don’t expect it because he has already let them down. And by them, he means everyone. His parents, the Church… even his fellow Elders, several of whom promptly left only days after agreeing to stay. They blamed Arnold and Kevin for their disgrace on their way out, citing that they will report this blasphemy to the Church the minute they get back.

And, yet, Kevin Price still finds himself feeling pretty damn good. He thinks Elder McKinley feels good, too, but is too stubborn to admit it. There’s a light in his eyes, these days, that hadn’t been there before. 

Kevin pushes the mug to Connor’s side of the table. “You first.”

“No way,” Connor makes a face and pushes it back. “You first.”

Kevin scoffs. “Why do I have to go first?”

“Because you lost at rock, paper, scissors,” Connor says, waiting a moment before adding, “And because I said so.”

“I don’t have to listen to you anymore, you know,” Kevin says with a cheeky smile. “Technically, the district is dissolved, and you can’t lead a dissolved district.”

“I can lead whatever I want and right now I’m leading you to take a sip of this drink.” 

And then Connor smiles with those bright blue eyes of his, and Kevin knows he’s lost.

Elder Price: