#cxrleonis

they small group of people collected into the room, perhaps all of them musicians, have no reason to believe him: he isn’t exactly wearing his fire gear, just a t-shirt with the station 19 logo prominently displayed. he’d attempted to talk dean into coming with him, but his friend had better things to do on his day off. it seemed he’d have to face the girl from his past on his own. he wonders if she’ll even recognize him after all these years. he can’t help but smirk as he catches a glimpse of her, although attempts to remain composed, keeping himself broad-shouldered, as if this were an actual emergency. “must be a strong one, too. I think I might already be hallucinating...” the words are in jest and he tosses his hand to the side as if to signal to all in attention that it’s a joke. "jacqueline, is that you?” long time no see / @cxrleonis

@cxrleonis​            NOT TOO IMPUDENT,      he hopes      ----     it does stem from a place of curiosity.   NO JUDGEMENT.    finger points to the top of her head.     “     that ain’t natural,     right     ?     it symbolize anything     ?     “

“L--Lake ---” The young man steps back into the living room, trembling hands still tugging like they have a mind of their own. “I think -- my shirt is too tight, I don’t --- maybe I should -- change it? It feels really -- uncomfortable.. but I don’t have another, I -- I should’ve got another....” He’s mumbling to himself now, hardly reassuring himself but he’s lowkey panicking and it’s sending him into autopilot.  He exhales a shaky breath; they have to leave soon, there isn’t time for this.

      it’s   ...    less of a question,      more of a demand.    they have time to kill,     and he’ll be damned if he’s going to let her choose to spend it alone.     (     the other two have manners,      and they respect her wishes.     he can’t say he feels the same.     )      “     get up     ----     come get food with me.     “     @cxrleonis.

    it’s true that maybe he’s being overly-eccentric to procure a smile from her, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t correct in his assessment. mark’s had an unusual amount of time to ponder such possibilities. he finds no shame in sharing his thoughts. ❝plus, maybe the aliens like milk.❞

 The grin on her face remains, eyes resting on the other woman in their shared hotel room. They’d shared Jackie’s car the entire ride to Vegas, stopping a few places along the way to sleep in run don motels or in the back of the vehicle, discussing topics of interest to them both. Harry Potter was only the tip of the iceberg. “Come here.”