♚ « ❛ ғɪʀᴇʙɪʀᴅ.

“unless you want to feel my wrath, i would suggest that you move. i’d rather save all of my anger for gavin than cause unnecessary casualties.”

STARTER  CALL   /    @tvggey.

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“‘ey linds, what do you do when you feel like..like you’re keepin’ a secret from everyone.” his brows furrowed, an uncommon seriousness creeping into his tone. “like, i don’t wanna push my luck, though. so is it just better to keep some shit quiet?”

despite the continued disagreement, despite the itch to keep throwing insults back & forth, a pair of extremities rise to either side of his head, palms facing outward, as he takes two simple steps backwards. truthfully, he can’t care less if ramsey heard about his presence. she wants nice, though, does she? oh, contrary to popular belief, james willems knows how to play nice, & he can do one better, in fact. such a faux smile spreads upon lips & there’s a sudden one-eighty in his demeanor, in the vibe radiating from him.

❝ my sincere apologies, tuggey, ❞  tone shifts to a kinder one, smoothed barbs begin his response,  ❝ anything i can do to alleviate the unpleasant taste before i go on my way? ❞

the alternate tone is responded with a raised eyebrow, as one figured he’s attempt to shoot back a continuous remarks. eyes roll, annoyed. there’s a cross of arms as they resting against a rib cage. it takes a moment to truly gather, to muster up a response. to go harsh or professional, that was the true question.

     ‘    sometimes i forget why you and i make the best team, but then we pull off stunts like this, - team losers for ever, bitches !   ’

     ‘   see, i promised that i wouldn’t vandalize this alleyway, again, but considering they washed off all the hard work i put forward, - i’m going to do it, again. i have a few cans in the back, - if you want to assist ?   ’

      ‘   you don’t want me to love you ? well, that fuckin’ sucks, doesn’t it ? especially since i do.   ’  for a second, there’s a deep stare into the other’s visions, before she has to look away, as tears welt up in ducts. hands, shaking, wipe against her cheek, still unable to even comprehend the fact another stands just near, heartbroken.

Kicking Lindsay’s door open, Michael threw off the towel. Haphazardly thrown off to the side, Michael quickly pulled on his boxers to the best of his ability. Chucking his shirt off to the side, Michael deemed it alright just to lay in bed with only his boxers on. Humming a little bit, Michael crawled into Lindsay’s bed, crawling under the comforter and helping himself to the softness.

Gavin’s gaze flickered to Lindsay, grin pulling at his lips. “That might be a good idea - at least you won’t betray the team, yeah?” As Michael pulled himself up Gav’s attention shifted, now focusing on the touch from Michael and Lindsay set back to getting to her room.

As he followed Michael into the room he’d adverted his eyes from Michael’s body - it was his best friend after all. His best, not single friend. Instead he busied himself with pulling on his own boxers, nearly losing his balance. Binder and pants laid abandoned as Gavin just settled on his shirt, they’d all seen each other with a lot less now, besides the thought of struggling back into his binder was daunting.

Following Michael’s lead seemed a lot easier - ambling over to the bed he tugged back the blankets a bit to make a spot for himself next to his friend.

Keeping in her own space for a brief moment, - she doesn’t even notice the space taken up in the bed. Instead, when entering the bedroom, she fumbled through drawers to slip into something far more comfortable. A big shirt, one that Michael left over, and just panties. Simple and to the point. Besides, it was comfortable.

The clothes from before were thrown near the laundry basket, since it overfilled with clothes. The girl turns on her heels to face her bad, hands on her hips. ‘   I’m glad you’re taking advantage of making yourselves a home, ’  her head shakes in amusement.

    ‘    so, - i’ve had a speculating question for a while now, but - do you like cats ?   ’

    the approach is hesitant with hands slipped into back pockets to avoid any kind of speculation that one riddled themselves with anxiety. exhaling softly, she blurts, ‘   -- i miss you,   ’  straight and to the point.