#nycbagcls

"Hey."

tristan could be a bit flakey . he was living with emil and luka , paying his part of the rent but randomly he'd go 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 for weeks without a word before popping back in again as if he hadn't disappeared at all . why the other two allowed tristan to live with them . . . 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘 . . . it must've been out of the kindness of their hearts , the fact that emil was his friend or it could've been a sense of charity ( but it was all debatable . ) tristan didn't have the most healthy habits when it came to most things . . . his choices for meals being one of them . usually eating a bag of chips for dinner and calling it a day . holding said bag , tristan grabbed a handful and popped them into his mouth . choking a bit , he hadn't realized he overestimated just how much he could fit in his mouth and chew at the same time . beginning to choke more violently , he doubled over , loud coughs leaving his lips . he never thought he'd go out via chip but it was looking that way more and more by each passing second . at least to tristan . able to let in enough air to speak , tristan gasped a bit . ❛ heimlich ! you have to⏤ ❜ was all he was able to get out . he'd never done the heimlich maneuver or had it done to him but he'd seen first aid videos in his time and that seemed like the 𝐊𝐄𝐘 to everything .

"you have no idea how much of a lifesaver you are right now." simone sighed as she settled down in her seat in the private area she had reserved at one of her favorite lounges in the city. "i need a drink after the day i've had.. and who wants to drink alone?" she laughed as she slid the drink menu over to the other. "it's going on my tab, so don't be scared to rack it up."

“  this  is  ridiculous  .  i  get  caught  coming  home  in  the  morning  once  &  suddenly  you’re  babysitting  me  while  mom  &  dad  are  in  paris  ...  and  i’m  sure  you  have  better  things  to  do  so  if  you  turn  around  when  i’m  leaving  ,  no  one  will  know  .  ”

"listen.. and i say this with the utmost love and care," that was rich coming from dontaz, "you're fine as hell, no question about that. but your face can't save you from the fact that your shirt is disgusting." he made a face of contempt, shaking his head. "did you buy that for yourself? i really hope that it was just a gift and you're only wearing it out of guilt or pity. or both."

"that's the last time i ever order takeout from that place - they forgot the extra order of fries i asked for." the frown on joshua's face deepened even more as he rifled through the bag while returning back to aleksander's room, kicking the door shut behind himself. "but everything else is here, so i guess we're good to go. you didn't start the movie without me, did you?" he asked, glancing over at the tv screen before plopping down on the bed next to his best friend. he got comfortable in his spot, his arm automatically raising a bit to give the other space to lean into him. "you good?" he asked, looking over at him. it was a loaded question - was he comfortable? was he upset? did he need anything else? the unspoken questions lingered in the air, although joshua was certain aleksander could pick up on all of them.

" WAIT ! I THINK you grabbed the wrong order , " dasom called out to them before they could reach the doors of the coffee shop . she walked over to them as quickly as her shoes would allow , holding out a cup towards them . " i think you picked up mine instead . and i'd hate for you to take a sip and realize you're drinking straight sugar and expresso . " / @nycbagcls

"Although I ain't really surprised.. You could've showed up in a trash bag and I'd think you were the finest person here." He took a moment to glance around their surrounding area before gently placing his hand on the small of his back. "I missed you," he murmured softly, his smile lessening a bit. They'd just seen each other the night before, but that still felt like it was too far away."