“ so are you a scalie or a FURRY? i'd like to know exactly what kind of dna we’re adding to the family tree. ”
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“ so are you a scalie or a FURRY? i'd like to know exactly what kind of dna we’re adding to the family tree. ”
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Jay's uniform is still clinging to his skin as he hurries up the stands to Mal, the rush of his winning goal still in his mind. He's just a little out of breath from all the victorious cheering, and his team's leaving the field, but seeing Mal comes before hitting the locker room. " Hey, Mal! Couldn't help but notice the poster." A grin tugs at his lips, just as wide as when he'd first caught a glimpse of it in the stands. " How long did that take you?"
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Carlos avoided most research on dogs, mainly because well it was hard. Not the research part, but looking up dogs, and seeing that they apparently had certain temperaments, and he was not having that because he didn’t believe any of it.
So when he stood frozen because, why did no one tell him dalmatians were the size of him, it was all for good reason. He knew their were big dogs, but nothing, nothing could have prepared him for dalmatians being in that group. So far the dogs weren’t running towards him, he could get away, but no sudden movements. No sudden movements was hard because he all he did was want to sprint out of the situation.
It took him a few minutes to decide what to do and he settled for turning around, and just walking the opposite direction hopefully never to see the big spotted dogs again, when he came face to face with Mal.
“ i feel like we should get the whole ‘ my dad slayed your mom ’ conversation out of the way as soon as possible. ” where is jocelyn when she needs her ? oh, right. she was next door. doing her job. which left mena to------ honestly what is she doing ( aside from putting the other girl through something more uncomfortable than whatever injury actually brought her here ) ? delicate fingers offer a clipboard along with an awkward smile. “ but, like, i don’t BLAME you. if that helps. ”
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“Being blue is better than being over it.”
“ m, i literally dyed my hair so that i’m the opposite of blue now. ” it’s easier looking in the mirror when she barely recognizes her reflection, but—— mal is, annoyingly, not wrong. because there’s still a pit in her stomach no amount of tequila can fill, and she knows, knows, knows it’s because of what she’s done and still hasn’t quite fixed. “ i hate this. i hate feelings and i hate missing him. i’m going back to the isle. ” she isn’t going back to the isle.
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"Um. I have this. For you, I mean." Mal doesn't make eye contact, because she's not, how shall we phrase it, 'good' at this kind of thing, but she slides the item she has over nonetheless—clearly, it had started out as your average store-bought heart-shaped box of chocolates before Mal had gotten her hands (and paintbrushes) all over it. Now none of the original cardboard shows through, covered in its entirety by careful designs in every shade of blue under the sun. "Because, um—Valentine's."
“ mal, ” she drags out her girlfriend’s name like a coo, a brilliant grin curling onto her lips as she watches her try for romance. wow, she loves this girl. eagerly she takes the box of chocolates from her hands, running her fingers lightly over the designs gently as she takes them all in. “ wow ! how long did this take you? ” she hums before carefully setting it beside her on the table and rummaging in her heart tote. dainty fingers draw out a clear tin with twelve chocolate covered strawberries, drizzled with purple and green-dyed chocolate and sprinkles. “ happy valentine’s day, valentine ! ”
before she offers the sweets to her sweet, though, she steps closer to mal, gently cupping her cheek before drawing closer and closer, brushing her lips lightly against plush, petal-soft ones, though she can’t quite help herself from pressing more fervently into the kiss for a moment. “ also, i love you, ” she murmurs into her mouth before pulling away.
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“This was awful, thank you for sharing.” [for jay ofc !!]
❛ Always. I gotta keep my skills sharp, y’know ? ❜
Jay leans back against the heels of his palms, the insouciant grin at his lips closer to genuine than most of his more wicked grins have been in a long time. The voice in the back of his mind hasn’t silenced itself -- it persists, the quiet but almost desperate need to keep the line in sight at all times. To know what crosses it and what doesn’t and keep himself and all of that roiling, restless energy dutifully behind it. After all, it’s a practical thing, to understand the rules of the game you’re playing. Particularly when surviving means abiding by them.
But he sees Mal from his periphery and that small voice grows smaller, retreats for a moment to open up a world of possibility in front of him that never seems closer or more feasible than when they are together. As if it’s this moment, just this one, where they’re untouchable. Enough to indulge in something that skirts the line of proper and good.
Like a little gossip at others’ expense.
His laugh is sharp, too, buoyed by the fact that he totally recognizes the tone of Mal’s voice -- that, too, more familiar and more genuine than he’s heard in so long. The difference is striking, and these newly soft parts of himself that he doesn’t quite know what to do with stir with something like -- empathy or care or something like that. But for now, all he does is let himself fall into her sharp edges and dry wit.
❛ Hang onto your horses, because there’s a sequel -- ❜
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the light peeking in from the now-open door is what wakes her, lashes fluttering blearily open as she shifts up on her elbow, peering owlishly at the doorway and the figure drawing nearer. “ mal? ” evie murmurs, though she really needn’t as the shape becomes clear in her vision. violet hair is in slight disarray, and the fae’s cheeks are ruddy, almost as if she’s been------ “ you look awful. ”
she sits up immediately, moving the covers to make room for mal as she shifts even further to sling her legs over the edge of the bed. manicured fingers reach for her girlfriend’s to tug her lightly closer. “ what happened, querida? ” there’s concern written in every feature, sleep still weighing at her eyelids but at bay. “ where were you? ”
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