#annabel.

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Feeling incredibly out of place in the tent, Gunner shuffled his weight from one foot to the other, finding it hard to actually look Annabel in the eye. It was odd, since it wasn’t the first time he’d gone to see her so that she could put his mind at ‘ease’ for the next few days, but something about being in such a public eye made him feel... admittedly silly, “Brought you a beer,” he mumbled once she finally pushed back the cheesy, cliche beaded curtain with a satisfied customer in tow, who exited the tent with a sated grin. Like they were friends and he was coming for a visit on her break, even though they both knew perfectly well what he was there for, “just in case. I don’t know. You don’t really... seem like a cocktail kinda person, honestly. Unless you are, then that’s cool. So are you, um. Busy right now?” @annabcll

“Do you think depression has... has a scent, maybe?” Gunner asked, taking a rather barbaric bite of the candy apple he had in hand, “I know that’s - sometimes if I put on... um, cologne which... I don’t ever do, really, but. I still will smell like... me. Does that make sense?” Turning to Anna, he held his candy apple out to her in a nonverbal offer to share, “Think it’s... just the depression seeping through. What would you say I smell like? Everyone always has their own... super distinct. Scent. You kinda smell like... a pine tree. Like Christmas.” @annabcll

Drunk enough that knocking didn’t even occur to him, Mercy tossed open the bathroom door, only halting when he noticed someone washing their hands by the sink, “Oh. Yikes. Anymore chick’s in here? You guys travel in, like, packs don’t you?” he asked, surveying the area as if he expected about three more girls to jump out from behind the shower curtain at him, “You mind? Don’t even have to piss or anything, just needed a door that locks. And is... kinda quiet. The music downstairs is so loud brain cells were basically dribbling out of my ears.” @annabcll

“You’re a disgustingly gorgeous woman who doesn’t wear glasses - I’m assuming your vision’s at least subpar, then,” Tugging at the two ties currently wrapped around his neck, Leo waved them in Anna’s face - it was more or less an excuse to get her attention, which she probably knew, but he didn’t even have the decency to be bashful about his shameless conversation starter, “Which one makes my face look the least blotchy? Freckles are a curse in this scenario, Anna, I need your expertise.” @annabcll

[voicemail]: Naomiiii, i'm maybe drunk and I hope your phone is on silent because it has to be at least after one. I'm laying on my kitchen floor. Tripped, rolled, and now i'm thinking I might just kind of stay here for eternity? I'm sorry i've been terrible and haven't seen you in a while. I've been busy. Well, busy making myself busy because i'm a busy body. Wait, no, that's a gossip right? I'm not really one of those I take it back. Perfectionis is the word! Anyways, I miss you- [abrupt end].