May 3
Oy. Museum boy. How's it going?
@ivy-rose-walker
It's going. You?
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Oy. Museum boy. How's it going?
@ivy-rose-walker
It's going. You?
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wheelie turns up at the apartment with flowers in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other. he already got layla flowers but it can’t hurt to give the boys flowers too. he knocks with his foot, the boot making some kind of sound.*
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
Marc woke up from the best sleep he's had in a long time. Dreamless. And he'd awoken feeling like he'd just finished an intense workout the night before where all that tense energy was finally channeled out. Though sore and physically exhausted, it was welcome.
He was in the middle of brushing his teeth when he heard the knock and went to open the door. Marc raised a brow upon spotting the bouquet of flowers but shrugs it off.
"What's the occasion?"
text from wheelie
um hi marc. well i think this is your number. im pretty sure its not jakes.
could we talk?
wait actually that sounds ominous
wanna get a drink?
thoooo yiu guys arent doing too hot
well you are hot
wait no uh
can i come over? ill bring vodka?
well maybe not vodka
unless layla is there and tehn um juzt give me a time or dont um
👍
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
You can come over.
What do you want to tell me alone? Layla's just started her vacation. She's going to be here.
Hey, I totally meant to send this earlier, but forgot to actually press send! Heard the anons omegaversed you too and just wanted to check in! How you holding up?
@syncretic-experiments
I'm holding.
Could be worse. Could be better.
*About half an hour later, Wheelie turns up with a bag that has pumpkin soup and potato and leek soup. He’s just in his hoodie and jeans. It knocks on the door with his free hand and waits a moment before knocking again.*
Stevieeeee! Wait actually I dunno who I was talking to. It was probably Steven though.
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
The door opens with a muffled squeak and the man behind it gestures for Wheelie to come on in. "Shoes off, slippers on." He softly mutters. "Hope you don't mind the mess." By mess, he means the piles of egyptology books opened to random pages littered around his table, couch, and the floor, annotated and filled with sticky notes and scribbles. And there's also the mess that is himself. He looks as if he'd just gotten back from work. Black dress pants, a white shirt that's rolled up to his elbows and loosely unbuttoned by the collar (but the remaining buttons fighting for its life to contain his chest in), crew socks that have rolled down and squished the Starry Night print on it as it pools by his ankles, and his hair is a mess. He doesn't even know who he is right now. He's feeling out of it and fuck if he's not going to dissipate into a pile of molecules if he's not being held together by the seams of his clothes and the grip of his nails on his arms.
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hey, you guys going okay? i haven’t heard from you in a bit
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
I think I'm doing alright? I think I came down with something though. I've been so antsy and a bit feverish since last night.
The door swings open. She stands in the room, her breath shakily rattling from her lungs. Her shaking arms decorated with rows of rubber bands.
It's like there an invisible itch under her skin, invading her muscles and veins. Like a spoiled brand of adrenaline flooding every impulse.
"Hey.." she greets quietly.
@syncretic-experiments
"Hey."
Jake extends his calloused hand, ungloved. His black leather gloves sit hanging in his back pockets. The portal behind him is wide open, offering a clear view into Marc's apartment.
He offers a gentle smile.
"Let's go."