#lonelysgorg

          “well, you didn’t exactly kick me out last night. so, that must count for something.” devon shot her a lopsided grin as he propped himself up on his elbows, the blanket sliding down to reveal his bare chest. by the looks of things, he was in the right place at the right time with the right person. he was in no hurry for answers or a journey home. he stretched lazily, his grin widening as she peeked out from under the pillow. “do you remember my name?” the musician asked, curiously. he didn't want to admit he'd forgotten hers.

　　　"obviously, but they're unspoken for a reason." stefi's eyes lit up with a spark of excitement that completely ignored liliana’s growing suspicion of the feline nearby, wanting to smooch the tiny face with all her might. “just look at it! it’s clearly been sent by the universe to fix your anti-cat trauma. a redemption arc, lili! how can you pass that up?” she turned back to her girlfriend, her enthusiasm showing no signs of slowing down. “i mean, come on, that little face—it's destiny that he found us. it’s probably already plotting ways to make you fall in love with it. cats are sneaky like that. one cuddle, and boom! you’re obsessed. completely foolproof!” she reached for liliana’s hand, giving her the most pleading, puppy-dog eyes. “what if this little guy is our cat? our little scully?”

"hey, don't go in there right now." yubin carefully stops her girlfriend from going into the house by gently grasping her wrist. "they've got like a whole pride thing going on in there. balloons and shit." yubin can't help the smirk on their lips.

"that doesn't even make any sense. it's not a cryptid. it's clearly like a hairless racoon. no, i'm serious! look at that picture again and tell me i'm wrong."

"but it's true." he countered, trying to defend himself. "i just thought it might be an interesting fact…" he said with a loud groan as he his face. "i don't know if i can do this violet, you've tried to help me. but maybe i'm just unhelp-able." if she couldn't help him, then who could? "maybe i'm just meant to stay single, maybe every one has one chance for true love, and i already used up mine in high school." alex said as he moved to hide his face in the crook of her neck. he was a bit drunk, and upset to really give it too much. "am i hopeless? am i just kidding myself?" he asked, in the crook of her neck. not daring to pull away and look her in the eye as she was going to give her answer. who was he even doing this for, did he actually like the girl out there he had tried to hit on. he certainly wasn't actually looking to get laid, he just wanted to meet someone again. to be in a relationship, because that's the kind of thing he was good at, not this flirting thing.

roman resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the younger woman and her dramatics, but this was what he had been hired for, and he took it seriously. "we made a decision as a team to take this threat seriously, this is what we do zelda, trust that we're doing right. i don't come into the studio and ask you to move a beat or change a chord." he said decidedly. it wasn't uncommon for celebrities to get threats, she was a victim of more because she was a woman, they didn't take everything some mouth breather on the internet said, seriously. but this threat was worth checking out. "i'm working." he said in disbelief at her question as he stepped into the room, not feeling the need to block the door anymore. "hey, maybe this will invoke some inspiration for some music." he joked, trying to lighten the mood. he understood it was frustrating but they had to do what was best for her.

i covered up my trail too well. it's regret that courses his veins now that he's stuck in this predicament, his skill a double-edged sword. but it baffles him that her reason for keeping him isn't anything more than for entertainment and what ends up escaping sounds more like a whine than anything else. "that makes no sense. there's nothing entertaining about me or this or anything." if she was doing the equivalent of dangling some sort of carrot for him to chase on a treadmill, that's a different story but this? "if money is what you want, we have plenty of it. you won't get the revenge you seek just keeping me here."

"if who you're thinking of is actually me then... yes??" she giggles right back, fingers pressed to her lips to keep her voice at the appropriate, relative volume within the confines of the coffee shop. unless there's another nari that belle happens to know then it's safe to say that she's the one and only. "okay, not everyone as the giant genome like someone." the familiarity rushes back and is the only real driving force for nari being able to joke this way. otherwise, it would've been quite a wash with the conversation very one-sided on the opposite person's end. "i've been okay! felt like getting a bit of a caffeine boost this morning... how are you?? i'm sorry you just totally lost your place in line. i should've waited, huh?"