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ROWAN: and i think i could achieve that if i broke enough laws

ANGELICA: :)

           on one of the rare morning’s lia had off from work, she preferred to do laundry instead of sleeping in. her internal alarm clock waking her up regardless of whether or not she had shift, but it was perfect because she would have the laundromat to herself -- or at least she thinks that the people she knew wouldn’t be up at seven in the morning slipping coins into the washing machines. earbuds plugged in and her thermos of coffee set on the folding counter, lia gets to work separating her clothes by color, singing quietly under her breath to her playlist. it isn’t until moments later with wide eyes that she realizes she forgot the detergent, all her clothes already soaked inside the machines. “ shit. ” she mumbles quietly, ripping one of her earbuds out.  she clearly doesn’t want to go back upstairs for her own, whining quietly as she stomps her foot on the ground with balled fists before spinning around. “ oh, ” the words slip past her lips as she realizes she had a small audience for her miniature fit, “ you -- uh --” however, lia ignored the blush on her cheeks as her eyes zeroed in on the detergent in the other’s hand, “ you mind if i steal some of that ? i’ll pay you back. ”

EZRA:  u ever ordered urself food and then ... forget u ordered it EZRA:  not even a pleasant surprise at this point . EZRA:  sir. i am not the same me i was 20 minutes ago . i only have $20 in my bank account i cant afford this pizza . we all make mistakes .

𝐈𝐓'𝐒  𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐀𝐘  he’s been teetering on the edge of a very deep sleep for a while now.   although,  it’s hard to gauge just how much time has passed from his seat on the hall floor  ;  sketchbook long abandoned alongside a bag of art supplies beside of him.  down here,  he’s faced with the possibility that there are genuine disadvantages to not having roommates  ––  he definitely counts the keys sitting on his counter as a total defeat.  hands come to cradle his head  &&  he’s almost unwilling to look up at the sound of someone else entering the hall.  ezra lets out a weak laugh,  tries not to sound as defeated as he feels,    ❝  don’t suppose you’re a pro at breaking these fuckin’ locks ?  ❞

          music blaring from his headphones, matty walks through the lobby with his hands shoved in his pockets as he nods his head a long to the beat. he was barely getting home from his shift at the dispensary, the time on his phone indicated that it was well into the night if the silence in the building was nothing to go by. he was ready to crawl into bed, his eyes hooded as he dragged himself around the corner towards the elevators when he stepped on something soft -- and loud. it sounded like a painful animalistic scream, enough for his eyes to widen and push his headphones down his neck. there was a cat on the lose, sprinting across the hall to hide behind a potted plant. “ shit -- ” he breathed out, staring at it from a few feet away, “ i’m sorry little, guy but where the fuck did you come from ? ” matty knelt down, offering his hand to the cat to come to him, “ i’m sorry, come here. you got a collar or what ? ”