starstruck

Báilame como si fuera la última vez --

BASICS

NAME: Santiago San Martin Peralta

NICKNAME: Santi

AGE: 45

BIRTHDAY: June 15

GENDER: Male

PRONOUNS: He/Him 

OCCUPATION: Actor

DORIAN.

dorian remembered mentioning to santi that he was moving back to moorbrooke and now they were. of course he wasn’t aware that diana was here too, but moorbrooke was his first and they could coexist. moorbrooke was special to him, just as the man who sat beside him. it had been months since he practiced his spanish, so he only managed to pick up the general meaning of his statement. ‘considering i invited you to lunch, i’d assume you’d expect to see me.’ he smiled too, leaning in to kiss his friend’s cheek. if questioned, he’d say it was a new habit, that he kissed everyone’s cheeks. but no, his heart was just delighted to see santi again. ‘how are you settling in, then? i’d offer to help, but i’m too old for that shit and i’d just tell you to hire movers.’

Santi just grinned even more at the way he kissed his cheek. “Just take all the fun out of it.” He shook his head. Settling in was....okay. He enjoyed taking a break from life and starting new. His house was beautiful. He had things that were his in the divorce, new things, things given to him by friends (famous and common). He had to figure out how everything looked in the house in such a way that was like it was always there. “I appreciate the offer to help, but no no, don’t worry about it. All the boxes are in, all the furniture has been delivered. I’m just opening boxes and placing things in places and whatnot,” he waved his hand about. “So far things are beautiful here. I’ve gone to explore a little bit, but I’ve mostly been setting up the house and trying to adjust to the time difference. That’s never been my best skill.”

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XAVIER BHANDARI as... JULIAN HOLTZMANN

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This absolutely was not happening. No. Not in 100 years. Not a chance in hell. No. It wasn’t. It just wasn’t. There was no reason for it to happen. Absolutely not a chance in hell. Not even when hell froze over. No. 

Yet, here she was. Yvonne Choi live in color in front of his fucking face. He only wished this was some nightmare. She really was right there. Far too many things had stuck in his memory for the day for it to be a nightmare, and he wasn’t high or drunk enough for this. Fuck.

QUADE.

quade tilted his head and playfully rolled his eyes. ‘if we were married, i’d have a cute ring on this hand. and maybe if you bought me a ring, i’d listen to you, babe.’ he said, a fond smile creeping on his face anyway. ‘what were you telling me about this time? that the colour blue feels like the sound of someone chewing ice cubes?’

“Please, you couldn’t afford to be my spouse.” As if his ex husband could either. He didn’t really care if his partner had money or not. He did, that’s all that mattered. “The color blue does feel like someone chewing on ice cubes. That’s not what I was saying, but that’s far more important. Why do you think that? Blue could totally mean other things, but someone chewing on ice cubes? Baby, who hurt you?”

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“It’s just, hand turkeys weren’t supposed to be part of my portfolio. You know?” Sure, Xavier as an artist was still a relatively new development in terms of how long the 29 year old had been a working artist, but even doodles on the side of his law notes didn’t ever feature what he had tattooed the other day. It was someone’s tattoo for their nephew, a little hand turkey he created in class for them. While he’d never judge a person’s tattoo openly, or to their face, he was still in the era of tattooing whatever walked into the shop, minimal questions asked. He was here to be successful, right? 

         if  orion  was  going  to  poke  around  in  someone’s  bag ,   felicity  is  relieved  its  xavier’s .   someone  kind  &  understanding ,    who  wouldn’t  make  her  ( or  orion )   feel  embarrassed !   he’s  nice  to  have  around .   orion   crunches  the  chip  eagerly ,    probably  getting  drool  on  xavier’s  hand .   ‘  here ,  big  guy ,  ’   she  coaxes  the  dobie  back  to  her  with  a  pat  of  her  leg ,   digging  in  her  own  purse  for  the  bag  of  treats  she  keeps  for  distractions  during  such  occasions .    one  is  given  to  orion  and  one  is  tossed  to  kathy :    a  reward  for  being  way  too  cute !   ‘  oh ,   i  bet !    i’m  sure  she  gets  herself  into  all  sorts  of  mischief  following  that  nose  of  hers .  ’    fondness  is  evident  in  both  felicity’s  words  and  her  smile .   ‘  he  loves  you  too .   even  if  you  don’t  let  him  get  away  with  his  thieving ,  ’   she  teases .

He laughed softly. When it came to dog drool, no one could out drool Kathy. She was a beast of a woman, but she was still at least somewhat dignified. Getting a bloodhound was far from what people expected him to get, but he saw her and fell in love. “I’m all for a good crime, but I need to go to the grocery store so until I do that, these chips are my food for the day.” He looked down at the dogs, Kathy putting her head on Orion to let him know that she was here, and she demanded attention as the drama queen she was....taking after Xavier of course. “What are you two up to today?”

        ‘  yeah ,   honestly  i  get  it .    i’m  pretty  happy  with  meatloaf ,   crunchwrap ,   mulder  and  scully .  ’  her  two  ferrets  and  two  budgies ,   respectively .    ‘  and ,   you  know ,  they  aren’t  for  everyone !   as  much  as  i  love  bugs ,   i  don’t  think  i’d  want  to  keep  one  as  a  pet  either .   i  prefer  my  pets  to  live  longer  than  six  months .   —-  and  most  mantises  don’t  even  live  that  long !  ’   speaking  of  kathy ,   though …..    sally  glances  around ,    hoping  to  see  the  hound  running  happily  through  the  grass .   ‘  speaking  of !   is  kathy  running  around  somewhere  out  here ?   i  wanted  to  say  hello !  —-  but  if  she  already  had  lunch  plans ,   i  understand ,  ’    sally  jokes .    her  expression  brightens  at  the  confirmation ,   already  mentally  leafing  through  menus  to  decide  what  she  wants  to  eat .   ‘  thank  god !   i’m  starving .   i  haven’t  eaten  since  breakfast .  ’   yeah ,   it’s  been  all  of  four  hours !

He scrunched his nose a little. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do with Kathy when she went. He was going to completely lose his mind, but then again, he wasn’t sure he had it now to begin with. She had at least another 7 years to go before he had to start worrying. “She’s at home today. She didn’t feel like getting up with me so after taking her out I let her just chill. She’s been to work with me every day so she probably would rather sleep on the fluffy carpet instead, you know? What are we eating? Where are we going anyway?” He linked arms with her, ready to walk in whatever direction she took them in.

“Hey, I’ll fight the patriarchy any day,” she pointed out, “but I hardly doubt I need to get you on my side, hmm?” Jackie shrugged. Sometimes getting on the soapbox with friends had its benefits, keeping her from blowing up at the wrong person, but today she was feeling pretty chill. “Well, I had come here for some professional insight, I want a tattoo for my kids, and I’ve done the Pinterest search and all that but I haven’t found the one, you know?” she listed off. “But now I need to know more about the octopus penis arm…”

“Oh! You wanna chat tattoos. Well shit, that’s almost never my first thought. My next guess would have been law advice, which, most forget I know plenty of. I almost graduated with a JD. Kid tattoos. Okay, okay. Well, I wouldn’t suggest octopus tentacles for that. I’d say pick a subject, like if you want flowers or animals or something geometric, whatever it may be, and incorporate their colors into it. Or names or letters or whatever. Like,” he paused to look around his arm for it, twisting it to show her the magnifying glass, “this is what I have for Kathy. Not a dog, not her name, not her birth month color or gem or whatever the fuck pinterest shows for kid tattoos, but easily identifiable for anyone who knows.” He paused again, leaving a space between the topics before circling back around. “So depending on the octopus depends on the number of arms I guess, but all males basically have a dick arm that has sperm packets they just shove on in there. I think I read one basically breaks off it’s arm and just hands it over so she can do it herself, but they each have little mini brains in each arm to sense shit. That one just has little Splenda packs stored for later.”