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@samuhelll : " revenge is a dish best served. " | ✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 . ( accepting ) ᠂ ⚘ ˚

Palm stays locked over her mouth, stuck like glue to sequester a scream that should have sounded minutes before when finding the body of a client — lifeless, hunched over in his office chair, a half-filled mug of cold black coffee on the desk, the room seemingly untouched. A scheduled meeting, no young assistant to greet her as is usual, several knocks, and an unconsidered decision to enter the office to check. If not for running in the same client circles, she’d find Mister Croker’s presence in the waiting room a bit alarming. Rather than question it, she’s glad to not be alone. 

     Her back stays turned from the grim scene, her mind racing — they can’t call the authorities. Bad business, too many questions, but can they leave? Meanwhile, Sam ponders his way through it, analytical and seemingly unperturbed. 

“Revenge is a dish best served.” 

↳ PEEK INSIDE THEIR SPACE

10.     pantry.

Chishiya keeps an assortment of foods within his panty ; there's more in the PANTRY than there is in the fridge. Granola bars, oatmeal, some salted nuts - which he primarily shoves in a pocket to munch on at work. He also tends to have a bag of chips on hand, and various chocolate biscuits/cookies on hand to snack on. There's also snacks like Black Thunder bars and taiyaki as well. He also tends to have curries and a few different types of noodles. He also has a few ramen packets on hand for the times he's too tired to bother really cooking anything - that, and cooking isn't his strong suit. He keeps some vegetables like potatoes in there, along with staples like rice, sugar, etc. Popcorn too. He's a fan of that. Mostly because you never know when you might need it on hand. Napkins are also stored there.

15.     bookcase.

Already answered HERE!

10.     pantry.

Ann, unlike Chishiya, does a lot of cooking herself. So her pantry tends to be full of a lot of the basics needed for dishes. Flours, sugar, rice, pasta, vinegars, kombu, as well as spices like dashi powder, salt, pepper, garlic, anise, cinnamon, sesame oil, etc. She also keeps some cereals (usually a 'healthy' granola one and a more sugar-y one), and occasionally some candies like kit-kats or baum rolls. If she's baked or picked up any treats she tends to STORE them in the pantry as well rather than out on the counter top to keep her counterspace pretty clean and clear. In Ann's pantry, everything has its EXACT, precise spot and she always puts everything right back where it goes rather than just shoving it in to deal with later.

15.     bookcase.

The benefit of Oblivion as a patron is learning their tricks. She finds the dark fits her easier than any of the muddy skin she has formed since her return. For the best, her chat with Brendan left her discombobulated and bodies were too hard, she had even left her bones home. So she sits, a dark human-esque shadow in the corner of his office, the shape of her bleeding into the corner.

It is later than she expected that he came back and she fiddled with a pen on his desk, spinning it this way and that.

"look, i know you don't really give a shit about the game, but you watch it every time, so, you have to have an opinion on it, right?" leonard turns toward samuel, holding onto his opposite upper arm as if embracing himself, with a neat bourbon brandished carelessly in his other hand, his expression and tone as-ever unreadable. he moves to settle beside the being he's made a contract with as if they're dear, mortal friends, relaxing his posture and looking seriously into his eyes. "do you think the razor blade flooring with the barbed wire fencing is too mu— should i pick one or the other? i mean — be honest, is it corny? is it too saw?"

Barty hums. The noise is a bit disbelieving, though he had intended to keep an open mind. He just can't deny that he's looking at Sam differently now, ever since he flipped on a dime that night - and Barty's still not even sure why.

Maybe that's the place to start.

It's not that Barty's desperate enough to get Sam back in bed to let him beg like this (Barty's not even sure he would, even if they repair some semblance of their friendship), but he's not a fan of loose ends.

@artmadc & @samuhelll asked : 💔💝

accepting: my muse in a relationship.

💔 do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with?

plenty. pat can be picky, because she has a type and tends to stick with it. as i mentioned in the previous response, for instance, she wouldn't date someone who's too soft, because she knows they won't last. she has a preference for fellow criminals, or people who know she's involved with criminal activity, because she doesn't feel like spending her life lying about what she does.

another big factor would be someone who's directionless in life. ambition and success are things patricia both desires for herself and admires in others, so she would not like to date someone who's not striving for that.

💝 how long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship?

all lucy is aware of is the smell of copper, the warm feeling of blood on the side of his face. she must obviously look a mess. his hands are soaked in blood, viscera packed tightly under his nails. it's all she can taste. there's a joke somewhere here about lionesses and their killing habits, but she doesn't think about wanting to make that joke at the moment.

but sam is there. he doesn't know why sam is there, but his presence isn't unwelcome. in fact, the help is nice. there's a warm washrag pat her cheek and lucy turns her eyes away from him. she doesn't think she can look him in the eye right now (or really, ever again, though that's just dramatics). there's half of an idea to step into his shower fully clothed, stare into the drain like it will give her every answer ever.

" do you have anything i can change into? " lucy's question is quiet, a stark contrast to her normal tone. she still doesn't look at sam. " i won't disturb you. i just need to clean up. "

@samuhelll : flower, sender gives receiver a flower. (hearing "happy housewarming, kid") | actions speak louder than words ( always accepting this one )᠂ ⚘ ˚

“For me?” Shock is broken by the bouquet outstretched and her hand instinctively going to grad the brown parchment-wrapped stems. Honed politeness does its best to temper her expression’s confusion, not only at Sam for showing up at her Hampstead home door — uninvited, no address given — but also at the odd arrangement of flowers. Lilies, chrysanthemums, and are those tiny green shamrocks? Mind is too stretched to decode the symbolism, but it would seem the good luck of one contradicts the death tones of the other. 

“These are, lovely. Thank you.” Another second of blunt hesitation. “Apologies, where are my manners? You came all this way, please come in.” The door is pushed open at her back, allowing the life insurance salesman entry into the marble-tiled foyer. She debates whether or not to request him to take his shoes off, but remembers he’s American. Why make it any more awkward?