#moedich3

" is it the eyebrows or the 'tache? " jon responds simply; this wasn't the first time he'd been told such a thing, it was something that people had said his entire life. he had a stoicism that was normal for his family, but that the wider world struggled with -- was it such a crime to keep your cards close to your chest? running his deft digits through his curls, jonathan blinks a few times and shakes his head, putting his arm loosely around ced's shoulders, " i'm an enigma even to myself. " @p1tched.

" y'alright, mate? " jon's sat, it's the only way anyone would be able to get their head on him this way, of course. he turns a little, enough that he wouldn't disturb tonio's perch. it was still a little weird seeing him in claret, but stranger things had happened, hadn't they? " big fist day, eh? " @p1tched

her fingertips graze his cheekbone, eyes soft as they were in these quiet moments behind closed doors, " i think we've done that to each other, don't you? you've done the same to me.. i mean, i ain't been half as much of a cunt as usual, 'ave i? " she laughs in a way that turns her cheeks red, " i've actually been usin' my manners and shit since i met you. " @moedich3.

she'd let him down, let herself down, let everyone fucking down. @moedich3.

na .. om... i ...

" i didn't want to wake you up or anything, " but probably had with the way she'd had to climb over ced to get out of bed. she sits at the open back door with some ice in a glass pressed to her forehead, " it's too hot. " she mumbles, offering a slight smile in the night's haze. she had missed them both terribly, something about cedric's half - asleep self looming behind her makes her realise just how lonely it'd been, " i'm so proud of you.. here. " she moves up, patting the ground beside her for him, " tell me about how your siblings are. " @moedich3.

noa realises all of a sudden, with antonio's help ( interruption ) that she'd been rambling about her stolen couple of days in poland with callum, apples of her cheeks going pink with all of that combined. her laughter is bright if slightly muffled what with her covering her face with her hands, " oh.. oh i am, though. " they giggle, dropping them to look at the man they saw as a brother. " i am, tonio. i'm smitten. he's just -- no, no, no. i'm not talking about that, we're talking about you! you! how was training this weekend? " / @amoreno9.

"Yeah, that makes two of us, mate..." A hand comes up to rub at the back of his own neck, chewing at the inside of his cheek. It's hard for him to admit that out loud. He's close to his 25th birthday. Just over a month away from it. There were some days, as a teenager, that Jamie thought he'd never seen fifteen. Then it came. Then sixteen. He was certain he'd never see twenty. So, to be approaching twenty-five... well, he definitely never thought he'd get this far. Twenty-five [ almost ] and a Premier League superstar. Jamie Tartt, our starboy, the Richmond Twitter account had called him after their last match, when Jamie ended the night with a goal and two assists. Our starboy. Ours. "Look at us now, 3. I'm dead proud."