#breakavvay

@breakavvay ~ cont. from my open starter !

of all voices, he wasn't expectin' to hear a woman beside him. but once again, he wasn't lookin' to be havin' a good night tonight. today was a ❛ wallow 'round 'n feel sorry 'fer yourself ❜ kinda day. he was surprised there weren't more in the bar, drinkin' their false memories away ...

maybe he does owe her a conversation. after all, it's the least he could do with all this bullshit goin' on.

he's never been the selfless type, but ... some'n tells him it was just the right thing to do.

❝ fine. but don't bother, ❞ he says as he flags down the bartender to order their drinks. ❝ drink's on me. ❞

finally settling his eyes on the other, she's instantly catchin' his eye ; blonde , pretty face. at least she's a bit o' eye candy while he sits through a conversation. he ain't plannin' on pouncin' on her like she's the last meal he's seen in years, so he's gonna keep it civil.

Asher was looking through the library taking some books off the shelves and looking at them a bit making sure these are the books he needed. Walking up to the nearest chair where someone else was sitting. “Sorry bruv’ you dont mind if man ‘ere sits wit ya yeah?” He asked politely grabbing the empty seat waiting for a reply. 

@breakavvay ~ cont. from my open starter !

the other's rather quick quip threw the cowboy in for a loop ; he's left wondering if that's some kind'a sick joke that everyone left him out of and refused to let him in on ... at least until the kid is just dismissin' it with a laugh and a topic change as quick as a blink.

the reason behind the other's injury ?... it was a reason alright. just not one that he was expectin'. he's always used to folk comin' in 'cause of some kind o' fight, but... this was oddly ordinary -- no, normal ... ? civilized , maybe ...

he's blinking his thoughts away and is now focused on trying to find out what to say.

❝ job gone wrong, ❞ he eventually ends up saying. ❝ underestimated how many people'll be keep'n guard. luckily i was able t'get out while i could, but i likely ain't headin' back out for a while. ❞

@breakavvay ~ cont. from my open starter !

of all places, why the beach ? donnie never really finishes up taking in his surroundings as he begins to shake off the sand that was getting absolutely everywhere on his body, even shielding his eyes from the sun as he tries to put together words for a sentence.

❝ i'll be fine, ❞ donnie groggily replies, blinking ; his eyes finally settle on the other. ❝ it's been happening a lot lately. me, uh, waking up random places. ❞

it's like as though someone wanted him to go out there and meet new people, or something.

LOCATION:  CLEARWATER RESIDENCE,  seth’s living room.

HARLEY CURLS INTO SETH’S SIDE,  BURROWING ZEMS FACE into seth's neck,  almost like ze’s trying to make all five feet and eleven inches of zemself smaller.  tucked limbs that aren’t clinging to seth,  ze really doesn’t want to have to leave the safesafesafe warmth and face the outside world instead,  even if it’s been days of zem seeking comfort in seth.  but ze knows that even if ze doesn’t want to,  there’s too much responsibility  —  calming emotes down who had to watch zem storm out of the lab with nothing but zems laptop after the initial argument with tony,  having to gather enough work that ze will be able to avoid coming into zems office for a while.  the thought of running into tony right now makes zems skin crawl right now,  too torn and confused to want to see zems dad right now when ze is too upset,  deflated,  defeated.  ze doesn’t want to fight anymore,  but ze doesn’t want to forgive things.  not right now.  “ i don’t want to leave, ”  harley mutters,  moving to rest on zems back,  staring at the ceiling,  “ outside world’s dumb. ”

bojack looks at the other with a look of bewilderment. ❝ what, are you gonna tell me that the inventor of condoms got buried in a condom too ? how about the inventor of lube ? ❞

The end of the day was always something for anyone, however for Asher it was definitely the he ended was through sparring, and what better way than to spar with another agent. When he met Agent Belova he thought she was all talk, but damn was he proud to be proven wrong and to make a bet with her stating that the winner would have to buy dinner....surprisingly, the battle ended in a draw.