#delightfms

the sunglasses felt like they were swallowing ronnie's face, tag tapping her nose as she attempted different poses in the mirror. it was a last ditch effort to force them to look the same on her as they did on the stand, huffing in defeat and turning to daphne for reprieve. "what do you think, daph ?" she gave a pose before pulling the glasses off, staring at them in frustration. "i hate when things look better off than on. who told them to make these frames so big ?"

pillows  are  strapped  around  his  torso  using  an  array  of  long  sleeves  and  sweaters,  julian  rounding  the  corner  skeptically  as  he  searches  for  his  next  target.  they're  in  the  midst  of  an  intense  nerf  war,  and  his  want  to  win  is  stronger  than  any  fear  of  being  hit  with  styrofoam.  a  glimpse  of  kenny  catches  his  eye  from  across  the  room,  trying  (  and  failing  )  to  move  swiftly  across  the  room.  “FOR  SPARTA  !”  he  yells,  bounding  into  the  open  room  and  aiming  directly  for  kenny,  hoping  most  of  them  land.  it  brings  him  back  to  their  childhood,  pulling  countless  shenanigans  and  giving  their  parents  early  greys,  no  doubt.  laughter  fills  the  room,  diving  behind  the  couch  and  peeking  from  around  the  corner.  “you'll  never  take  me  alive  !”

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"okay, are you ready ?" biting back laughter, he holds the canvas up to himself, giving it one more look before he displays his masterpiece. julian's not entirely certain how him and rhode's had ended up at the painting station of all places, but it wasn't the first time the pair had gone on an unexpected tangent. "i'm not looking for creative feedback, by the way. this portrait came straight from the heart so consider that before giving any commentary." the canvas is flipped around, displaying the worst rendition of rhodes in his costume possible, laughter finally spilling out.

most of her edge has been worn off, chipped away slowly by the pitcher of hard cider between her and her sister. she's pouring herself a new glass, giving a silent apology for the migraine tomorrow's celeste will have to deal with. "what do you think the prize for the costume contest is ?" she'd always thrived in competition, scanning the room and surveying who she'd be judged against. if she were on the panel, they'd win by a landslide ( completely unbiased ). "i'm trying to gauge what we have to look forward to."

if there was one thing julian was good for, it was making an entrance. a smoothie is dropped on the counter and slid over to daphne, leaning on the counter with his elbow. while he might not be a good date, he liked to think he made a damn good friend. "i heard someone ordered a smoothie ?" he has one of his own, using the condensation on the counter to twirl the cup around in his hands. "if you're not willing to claim it i'm afraid i'll have no choice but to drink it myself."