#ofatlvs

( 03.15 am. ) the rooster still open? i need entertainment.

( 3:04 am ) logan: what about that dick tattoo?

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who is more likely to hurt the other? well atlas has no capacity for feelings so :~)who is emotionally stronger? they both avoid emotions so neither who is physically stronger? atlas duhwho is more likely to break a bone? atlas :) like can u chill for one night :)who knows best what to say to upset the other? isn’t that their favorite game!!!!who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? never heard of it, don’t know it, never experienced that emotionwho treats who’s wounds more often? :~) shut the fuck :~) romy duhwho is in constant need of comfort? i mean :~) who shows up at 3 am needed his wounds tended and other things :~) just saying :~)who gets more jealous? another fun game! tbh they’re more likely to get jealous of random people in bars than like mason or people they actually know lmaowho’s most likely to walk out on the other? it varies every night who will propose? i propose death!who has the most difficult parents? again, his bc yanno hers are deadwho initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? not much hand-holding, it’s more like lazy arms slung over shoulders or drunken gropingwho hogs the blankets? romy :~) who gets more sad? romy but like hell will she ever tell him who is better at cheering the other up? sex games solve everythingwho’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? idk neither of them are the ‘silly jokes’ type but atlas probably makes a gross joke that romy smacks his shoulder overwho is more streetwise? she’s a cam girl he’s an escort they basically own the streetswho is more wise? romy??? atlas just doesn’t carewho’s the shyest? whowho boasts about the other more? at their very very best (so like 0.1 percent of the time) they probably had a few nights of ‘can you believe i’m going home with this!!!’ who sits on who’s lap? romy bc atlas is a giant 

Pick a hole, and fuck it. ONE out of TEN.

his hips slow at his phone’s demand where it gyrates against the end table only a foot or so away. he doesn’t spare a thought to the girl beneath him before he’s whipping out a hand to answer, pinning the device between a flushed cheek and the rounded, sweat beaded curve of his shoulder. “hello?” mason chimes, pointedly ignoring the aggravated huffs of his most recent conquest who demands his attention with every peevish roll of her ass against the frame of his hips. “i mean, i could, but i’m sort of in the middle of someone right now. does it have to be right this second?” he’s on his haunches as he waits for a reply, nose wrinkling when the femme finally gives into the temptation to collect her haphazardly strewn clothing and make her way toward the door. she pauses, palm folded over the handle like she’s waiting for him to give chase, but he only lifts a hand in response, wiggling fingers gesturing the go ahead to leave. “jesus, alright, i’ll be over in a little bit. ‘kay, seeya then.       bye.” the door slams as soon as it opens, and he’s supplying a heavily sarcastic “good night to you too, rom,” before he’s on his feet and tugging discarded boxers back over his thighs.

“ mm, hey mason. i know i just left your place---- two day sex marathon, hurrah!---- but i just want you to know that my wrists will never be the same, so you owe me. preferably with another few nights of fun, yeah? call me up when you get the feeling back in your legs, handsome... wait, is this--- oh, shit, is this atlas? oops. sorry. ”

“ stay still, ” the demand is hissed beneath a sharp exhale of breath, examining bloodied knuckles and bruised skin; she blinks the sleep out of her eyes, kneeling before him with a determined knit of her brow. it shouldn’t surprise her anymore that he shows up at her place after another bar brawl, drunk and disoriented and fraying her nerves---- and yet there was still a brief moment of incredulity; how did he even remember her address when he got this fucking blitzed? “ couldn’t get one of your little harpies to tend to you? figures. ” her words are pointed, but her touch is delicate, gauging where the most damage is done, already prepping a bandage for him. doe eyes flicker up at him briefly, a smile lingering in her irises that she’s too stubborn to allow to spread across her cheeks. “ idiot, ” is all she mumbles, lacing the gauze around his wound, the slight brush of their long digits provoking a slight heat in her cheeks; romy swallows hard and tilts her head to the side. “ damn idiot. ”