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Finn

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod ; Fortunate Son - Creedence Clearwater Revival, Helena Beat - Foster the People, Dancing Queen - ABBA

the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to ; he is not guilty of this at all.

the game they’d destroy everyone else at ; scrabble

the emoticon they’d use most often ; just the plain, standard smiley face.

what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep ; he’s used to functioning without sleep, but when he eventually hits bottom it’s just a grumpy, irritable zombie.

their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever. ; he’s learned to appreciate coffee, due to Haddies addiction.

how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump ; his fatal flaw is he never actually notices when he’s in a slump so he just doesn’t.

what they wanted to be when they grew up ; …firefighter.

their favorite kind of weather ; he likes cloudy weather for some reason, where it’s not raining but he can still get away with wearing dark colours.

thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?) ; it’s decent, in the sense that he can carry a tune.

how/what they like to draw or doodle ; he doesn’t really draw per-say, and it’s usually just mindless spirals.

Stell

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod ; Feeling Myself - Nicki Minaj ft. Beyoncé, Muse - OCAD, Mr Brightside - The Killers

the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to ; Jakes bed - psh because they’re just friends. Barely even friends, more like acquaintances. Shut up.

the game they’d destroy everyone else at ; poker of any variation.

the emoticon they’d use most often ; the smirk, because she’s a saucy shit.

what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep ; it’s just more insults than usual, but she’s actually quite good at dealing with tiredness.

their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever. ; Espressos - like shots except minus the alcohol.

how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump ; a slump for her usually ends with a one-night-stand she most probably will end up regretting.

what they wanted to be when they grew up ; she’s never actually had a dream for her life - mostly because no ones ever expected her to achieve anything.

their favorite kind of weather ; blistering heat, more of an excuse to wear less clothes.

thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?) ; has a surprisingly good singing voice, but she usually accompanies it with R-rated dance moves so…

three am break-ins to the park downtown because they watched a dumb british movie and they’ve nothing better to do ;;

“Are you sure this is legal?”

“Probably.”

“Because I don’t know, jumping a gate kind of screams jail to me.”

“Just shut up and get on my shoulders, you’ll never make it over on your own.”

eleven pm fights in the locker room because stupid pride meant her having to watch while his face grew less distinguishable.

“You could have died!”

- silence, silence because he knows she’s right and because he doesn’t want to admit it -

“Answer me.”

“Well what do you want me to say?”

“I want you to say you’re sorry for making me sit through that, and admit that you’re a dumb, stupid idiot who doesn’t know when to back down and then I want you to say you’re okay and mean it because right now that’s what I most need to hear before I can start yelling at you properly.”

five am and they’re lying on his bed in what should be a cold, dingy flat but what in actuality is their favorite hideaway, with their legs tangled together and his hand running through her hair

“Do you love me?”

“Yeah.”

“Just yeah?”

“Yeah, just yeah.”

nine forty-five pm, and he told her to go home, he fucking told her and now she’s crying and he doesn’t know what to do

“Please hold me…”

“You need to tell me who the fuck did -”

“Can you just, just shut up and stop for two seconds and just hold me like I asked you to? Please?”

 - the crack in her voice which he has never heard before has his arms wrapping around her torso, eyes locked down on hers as he tried to catch every teardrop with his thumb before it could hit her cheeks.

ten pm and just after his first fight of the night, his face like thunder as he storms through the crowd towards her and not-so-subtly drags her away

“Are you jealous?”

“Jealous? Jealous of what? That guy?”

“Oh my God, you’re jealous.”

“Shut up, no I’m not.”

“Then I can just jump right back in to my conversation then?”

- he drags her out to the ever-awaiting cab, annoyance practically seeping from the set of his shoulders as an unseen triumphant smirk dances across her lips.

twelve pm, and they’re not quite sure when his flat became theirs, but there’s a bow on the bathroom sink, and her clothes are draped over a chair so the transition must have happened sometime.

“There is a spider in the shower!!”

“And?”

“There’s a spider in the shower, and as the designated spider-killer you need to get up off your ass and go deal with it.”

“Since when am I the designated spider-killer?”