#lcveloop

"you can't seriously be doing this again." kenji says, frustration and heartache palpable in his gaze. "you're aware that you're torn over the same thing for the third time in the past two weeks, right?" it's rare for kenji to lose his characteristic composure, yet this time he can't help it anymore. "why can't you see that you deserve so much better than that scumbag?" / @lcveloop

“There’s my favorite lawyer.” Ches greets Solomon with a grin, standing on the tips of her toes in an attempt to press a quick kiss to the man’s cheek. “Did you eat yet? Because if you’re not too busy, I could buy you lunch. I got another letter for you.” Sure, letters were meant to be mailed, but if she was going to see him, she might as well hand deliver this one.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀but  the  words  never  make  it  out  once  the  door  swings  open  and  she’s  there.  predictably,  she’s  overdressed.  predictably,  she  also  looks  good.  an  uncomfortable  warmth  settles  somewhere  between  the  brunette’s  ribs,  but  she  ignores  it  in  favor  of⸺   ❛  you’re  annoying.  and  also  like   …   thirty  minutes  early.  ❜   and experience  suggests  there’s  no  universe  in  which  isa  remains  standing  in  the  hallway  for  longer  than  five  seconds,  so  kumiko  eventually  steps  aside  with  no  real  effort  being  put  into  welcoming  isa  inside  because  there  was  no  need  to,  truthfully.  at  some  point,  the  other  had  started  treating  the  apartment  like  a  place  she  was  expected  to  be  and  always  welcomed  to   …   and  at  some  point,  the  singer  had  stopped  correcting  her  on  that,  which  is  an  oversight  she  continues  to pay for.  eyes  flicker  briefly  toward  the  notebook  abandoned  on  the  coffee  table  before  they  return  to  the  opposite,  a  small  smile  threatening  to  appear  at  the  corner  of  her  mouth.   ❛  you’ve  spent  the  last  three  days  harassing  me  about  this  party,  ❜   a  pause.   ❛  it  better  be  worth  it.  and  no  overdrinking.  ❜  

࣪࣪ “ no. you broke up with me because i'm not ambitious enough. ” couple years ago ⸺  that sentiment may have hurt. “ you don't get to buy me a drink and rewrite our history. plus, i only had four bottles. if you want to mess with my memory you need to get me something stronger than this. ”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛  'night,  mr.  future  lawyer.  what  are  the  odds we'd meet again here after so long   ?   ❜  words  are  accompanied  by  the  faintest  curve  of  a  smile   ...   practiced,  nearly  clinical,  a  defense  mechanism  more  than  anything.  jieun  would  love  to  ask  where  solomon  has  been,  if  he  still  thinks  she's  a  lost  cause,  but  those  are  dangerous  questions   —   and  even  though  enough  time  has  passed,  she  hasn't  quite  figured  out  how  to  ask  them.  ❛  i'm  only  here  'cause  my  car  died,  by  the  way   ...   no  arrest  or  running  from  weird  people,  in  case  you're  wondering.  sorry  to  disappoint  again.  ❜  there's  sarcasm  there,  especially  when  the last word  comes  with  an  unnecessary  emphasis,  but  it  lacks  the  venom  it  probably  should  have.  her  head  tilts  slightly,  gaze  moving  over  his  figure   —   crisp  outfit,  the  polished  version  of  the  future  he'd  always  been  working  toward  and  the  one  she's  always  been  familiar  with   ...   meanwhile,  figure  of  her  own  looks  like  a  trainwreck  as  she  sits  on  the  front  of  a  dead  car  that  technically  shouldn't  even  be  here.  typical.  a  laugh  almost  escapes  dried  lips  when  their  eyes  finally  meet.  ❛  you  actually  do look  like  somebody's  lawyer  already ... scary.  ❜

@lcveloop  requested  𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑟     ҉

"nora wanted me to tell you that she says hi, by the way. she doesn't remember meeting you, but she, uh, likes watching your games with me." rhys loves talking about his daughter, but it feels a little... strange, with nick. if she hadn't been born, rhys would have gone pro, just like nick. but she was born, and now he barely knows how to talk to the man he once considered his best friend.

⠀⠀ᯓ  ๋⠀✦⠀⠀❛ i swear i didn't go overboard with it ... t'was like, just a few flutes. we were celebrating a friend's engagement ! ❜ feels — and probably looks — like a mess, words that spill past glossy lips sounding jumbled and slurred as remnants of drinks swallowed throughout the night still run through her system, making the ever - growing pounding in her head insufferable the more the minutes pass by. there's a meek attempt at looking at opposite figure standing tall only a few feet away through hazy orbs — vision barely capable of making out the clothes loosened at their collar, damp from the light rain the pair had been graced with on their way out of the club, their tired gaze ; but all that is still not enough for regret, maybe even a sliver of shame, to settle within the woman's insides just yet. old habits die too hard, and she's too prideful to admit to the heat of embarrassment rising along the back of her neck. there's not even enough time to think about the implications of her own explanation, either — the mention of friend's engagement, a happy one that just had to contrast her own miserable one ... and had she been sober enough, she would've been able to taste the bitterness that settled at the back of her throat as she talked about it briefly in a mere attempt to clear her case. ❛  if i had been given the chance to, i would've dialed someone else ⸺ i forgot you're supposed to be my new emergency contact from now on ... this is annoying. ❜ dark strands of hair fall over her face as she allows her head to lean against the comfort of the couch armrest in a momentary bout of exhaustion, voice falling into a murmur coated with slight annoyance. ❛ if you plan on giving me an earful, then can i at least get a cup of water beforehand ? ❜