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text ā¢ kai
sebastian: did you fuckin borrow my black sweater?
sebastian: i can't find it anywhere
sebastian: also pls pick up some milk i need my nightly fix of lucky charms
sebastian: how am i supposed to eat them without milk :(
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ā Ā ā± Ā ā¦ Ā sms to ass crack.
KIAN: are you ever going to tell me why you insist on getting up at the ass crack of dawn? just curious
KIAN: cause i've seen it
KIAN: and it ain't worth it.
š¬ SMS TO MISTER SMUSHER.
JAGGER: i figured out the chord progression that was giving me trouble the other night!
JAGGER: thought you might be interested in knowing :)
JAGGER: and also proud
Jagger rests comfortably in the fact that he never needsĀ an invitation to goĀ āround to Kaiās. He has a spare key that he keeps on the same loop as his own and their open door policy applies to each other only. Jagger could show up at 4am, half drunk and half asleep, and Kai would probably be nothing but gracious; the same works in reciprocal and heād be sure to take care of his friend under the comforting glow of their fairy lights. Heās thinking of them now as he makes his way over to Kaiās flat. Heās been invited this time though the purpose was left deliberately obscure. There wasnāt a sense of urgency so heās not worried by any means. If anything, Kai probably wants to play a song for him or hear whatever new that Jaggerās been working on (he may be disappointed in that endeavor, though; Jaggerās been busy but not with songwriting).
Knocking is a convention they have long since left behind and he doesnāt even think twice before fishing his keys out of the back pocket of his painted on jeans. He supposes the shuffling on the other side of the door should have been his first clue that Kai wasnāt alone in his flat. He supposes he could have tried the handle and found that it was, indeed, already unlocked which served as a possible sign that someone had recently entered who wasnāt the owner. He supposesĀ he could have seen this coming but he really truly doesnāt. Which is why opening the door to an eyeful of Kai and Elliot in a rather compromising position catches Jagger off guard (for once in his life). He adapts quickly though, bless him, and a wry grin spreads across his lips.Ā āKnock knock,ā he drawls lowly, aiming for subtle interruption. // @lcncasters @ellictism
Ā Ā Ā she glanced at herself inĀ Ā Ā her mirror before sheĀ Ā Ā walks out the room,Ā Ā phone in herĀ Ā handĀ Ā Ā &.Ā Ā Ā her books in the other.Ā Ā Ā as she walks toĀ Ā Ā the kitchen,Ā Ā Ā she turns aroundĀ Ā &.Ā Ā Ā georgie jumpsĀ Ā out scaring her,Ā Ā Ā Ā a shriek leavesĀ Ā Ā crimson petals.Ā Ā Ā her books droppingĀ Ā Ā butĀ Ā Ā her handĀ Ā Ā wrapped aroundĀ Ā Ā her phone.Ā Ā Ā ā what the hellĀ Ā Ā is wrongĀ Ā Ā with youĀ Ā ? āĀ Ā Ā she askedĀ Ā Ā Ā annoyed at himĀ Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā like doĀ Ā Ā you honestlyĀ Ā Ā have nothingĀ Ā Ā better toĀ Ā Ā fucking doĀ Ā ? ā.Ā Ā sheĀ Ā inquiredĀ Ā annoyedĀ Ā āĀ Ā youĀ Ā are in needĀ Ā Ā of aĀ Ā Ā fuckingĀ Ā damnĀ Ā hobby.Ā Ā āĀ
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heās bone tired. today has been the day that never ends --- much like his weeks, months and life in general, moreās the pity --- and heās been up far too many hours now to even pretend to be anything short of exhausted and quiet. quiet in a way he usually chooses to be alone, or with a very select few people in his presence. one of those people just so happens to be crouching on the sofa beside him, up on his feet like he never learned how to park his ass in a seat before. kian barely pays it any mind after witnessing it so many times; heās used to kaiās mannerisms by now (though the sleeping schedule is something thisĀ insomniac will never come to terms with). heās almost tempted to lean his head on kaiās knee, but he isnāt quite that far along in the evening just yet. it isnāt that heās particularly opposed to physical affection --- itād be hard to be kaiās friend if he were --- but heās not very goodĀ at it, instead preferring to mimic statues; cold and made of stone, where his counterpart is warm and soft in ways kian canāt imagine being.
maybe he was once upon a time, when his soul matched the colour of kaiās aura (who cares if his soul is as grey as kianās? the kid radiatesĀ gold from within), but those days are long since passed. itās okay though. kai knows, to some extent. at the very least he understands. they have a routineĀ for this sort of thing.Ā āwhenās our next gig? iām not saying iāll remember, but i should probably try so i can book the night off work,ā heād like to book everyĀ night off work, but then how would he get the free booze? and afford the not-free booze? | @lcncasters.
Itās all entirely Jaggerās aesthetic, which makes sense considering Kaiās been treating him to all of his favourite things on their outing to Portland. He feels the poetry being recited reverberating in his bloodstream and he closes his eyes. Not that it makes much of a difference, visually. The venueās been artistically dimmed for the occasion, darkness permeated only by a backlit sign with stark white text casting half shadows on the speaker and the entirety of the audience. When he reopens his eyes, theyāre drawn to Kaiās profile without hesitation, drinking in his features with a healthy appreciation for his beauty. Itās sensory overload and he takes a generous sip of his drink to try and dampen the headrush of emotions and lessen the impulse to lean over to capture his lips for a kiss. Jagger manages a compromise by sliding his free hand across the table, fingertips grazing the back of Kaiās knuckles. Contact. Contact is nice. // @lcncasters
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Meet the People in My Museās Life
šŖ - A Neighbor
JosephĀ āJoeā Walker: Joe is a single dad of two, he lost his wife to Cancer. Heās got two young children and works a busy job. When Mel has the time, she babysits for him. She has a lot of respect for him as she feels like she could never do something like that. One night she came home drunk from a party and found herself locked out, she knocked on his door and as she didnāt want to wake her mum. He let her in and she stayed the night. Something happened. She woke up the next morning next to him in his bed. He wasnāt her fist that was for sure. Sheād just turned nineteen at this point and it was all consensual. He hadnāt been with anyone since his wife had died and he was looking for comfort. Then Mel just happened to appear. Theyāve hooked up since, but not recently. Mel does miss him, but knows itās for the best if she does stay out of the way.
