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noah’s searching through the books not sure what he’s looking for and not really being able to concentrate with the constant chatter from the other guy. the expression on his face was far from impressed. “ yeah sure, sounds great. “ he mumbled fingers sliding over the back of a book before pulling it out. to read the back of it before looking up at the guy, thinking out loud. “ weird to have a word for such a complex feeling, in a way. “ 

laz looks at the person browsing, to gage his reaction to what he’s talking about but he frankly doesn’t seem too impressed. great, he thinks to himself, a grump to make his boring night continue to be, well, boring. he’s almost surprised when the guy elaborates, “very true, the word itself though is one of the hardest to translate in to english because of the fact that it’s so complex, honestly it’s a bit confusing and I think I spend too much time in this store,” he goes on while reaching a higher shelf to put a book away, “is there anything you’re looking for by the way?” 

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Grinning brightly at the other’s offer, Gabriel practically had to resist the urge to hug the boy before him. “Dude, for real?” He questioned, head shaking with slight disbelief. “You — you’re saving my ass right now, man, you seriously have no idea.” With that, a realization suddenly dawned on him. “’M Gabriel, by the way. – Or Gabe. Usually reserved for family and close friends, but you might as well be like my brother right now as far as I’m concerned.” 

laz couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the other’s reaction, “hey, it’s only a forty percent discount, don’t get too excited,” he answered back, knowing full well that the discount was more than reasonable but shying away from the praise, “really, don’t sweat it, the owner is barely here and she trusts me with her life so I basically run the joint, I really won’t get in trouble for it or anything.” he shrugs off his offer as nothing special and listens as gabe introduces himself. laz holds his out for a handshake, “well nice to meet you gabriel, I’m laz, but you knew that”

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hi all!!! not too sure if anyone is on but!! quickly popping in to say sorry for my lack of activity today,, my english teacher is that binch to give out essays and have them due the next day so thats what im busy wit :-))))) HOwever, ii’ll be able to get on in probably 1-2 hrs to do my replies and then go 2 sleep,, that way whoever i have a thread with can reply when they pls.. !! muuch luv

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Eyeing the other’s name tag briefly, Gabriel couldn’t help but chuckle. “’m a big fuckin’ fan of marijuana as much as the next guy, don’t get me wrong, Laz,” He told him, shaking his head playfully as he did so, “But if I want to make my hand move by the end of the week, then it’s probably best not to bake myself into oblivion.” With that, he held his textbook up for the other to see. “—- Fundamentals of Robotics,” Gabriel read aloud, perhaps a bit sheepishly. “That’s uh – it’s my major, or whatever. I didn’t want to drop a couple hundred on the textbook, though; but luckily you guys had it in for decently cheaper.”

laz smiles lazily at the use of his name, “ah I see, stoner with no name, you need your hands for —- robotics, yeah?” he sat next to the other now (laz didn’t really have any good sense for boundaries) and peaked at the book, “tough stuff, mechanical engineering is sucky- — my major ‘or whatever’ is astrophysics” he leaned back “tell ya’ what, from one man of physics to another, next time you need a text book I’ll put my employee discount in for you..”

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“i thought mentionin’ a random word was a call for help ‘cause you were feelin’ incomplete without me.” she’s grinning lazily, as if her joke had been oh so funny. well at least it made him laugh, so it somewhat was. “all right, all right. i just knew it. i sensed you were hungry; did i ever mention i have actual superpowers?” babbling as she reaches for the plastic bag containing two paper bags with the sweet potatoes, handing him one. “it’s not warm, though, unfortunately. they’re best eaten warm, but whatever. and nah, i’m fine. i’m just not in the mood to finish it, it’s too boring.”

“my idea of a cry for help is locking myself in my room for a week luna, don’t you worry,” he says it without so much as a thought. because, even though it’s the truth there’s a comfort he feels with luna which he doesn’t really experience with many if not any other people. “only a thousand times,” he takes the plastic bag gingerly and digs in to the contents, “bless you for being my mom and bringing me food while I’m at work” pausing to take a bite, he continues, “honestly it’s so great having a personal chef.”

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Grinning sheepishly, Gabriel let out a huff of a chuckle. “I mean, I don’t know if i’d go as far as to call myself a word nerd,” He clarified, a shrug given then as the other neared. “—- In all honesty, I was super fucking baked when I read about it, but from what I can remember it’s called like, Fado, I’m pretty sure? Super folksy, ya know? Like guitars and violins and shit. — Just imagine Mumford and Sons. But— Portuguese, obviously.” With that, he shook his head. “Wish I could remember more, but this was a deep dive after a long ass night.”

laz laughed, before eyeing the boy suspiciously, “and are you super fucking baked right now?” he asked, not too bothered as to if the male was or wasn’t but ready to playfully ridicule him either way. he peers down at the book in the other’s hands and tries to get a good look at it, “folksy music isn’t my thing, what’re you reading though?”

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claudia sat beside the male, listening as he explained the foreign word to her. tilting her head to one side and pursing her lips together, she nodded in agreement. “morbid, yes but i guess it’s a pretty cool word. where’d you learn it? or do you just spend your day looking up random depressing words?”

laz decided to finish up on restocking and sit down next to the girl instead. the shop was quiet and practically living here meant he generally decided what he could and couldn’t do for himself. “I don’t know, reading some book? I have a little notebook where I just write down a bunch of cool words, so essentially yes, I look up random depressing words, but some not depressing ones too!”

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“’S one of the worlds most untranslatable terms,” Gabriel muttered in response, nose stuck so far in the text book he was currently browsing, he could barely spare a glance in the other’s direction. “Means something like intense longing, or some shit?” Though as he finally finished his passage, he allowed his head to lift, a dopey smile shot in the boys direction as he reached up with his free hand to adjust his backwards hat. “It literally inspired an entire genre of music — wild, right? I couldn’t imagine being so fuckin’ depressed that I literally had to create a new word just to describe my melancholy.” With that, he shrugged. While Gabriel was often judged by his appearance, it was no secret that he often tired easily — and surprisingly, Portuguese was an interesting subject when you were blazed out of your mind. “Gotta love those Portugueses, am I right, dude?”

“yeah, intense longing is a good way to put it I think, absence, incompleteness, all that jazz” he looked at the brunet, nose deep in a book, “are you a word nerd too? you definitely seem like it,” Laz smiled back, grin wide and genuine, he let out a chuckle. it wasn’t often he found people who could upstage him in his obsessive knowledge, but he found himself listening and learning new information with openness “really? what genre?” he finished restocking the shelf before coming over to the other and leaning on the nearby counter, interest evident.

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head cradled ‘gainst her shoulder, sat against the wall stood luna, watching with fascination as laz went on ‘bout that word. “i’m right here, laz, no need to feel incomplete.”  obvious joke, said within a quiet giggle as she skimmed the pages of her notebook, adding in some small scribbles only emphasising her indisposition to study.  “oh hey, are you hungry? i just remembered i bought sweet potatoes in the morning.”

he smiled at the girl. laz lived for moments like this where he was feeling a mild sense of delight rather than exhausting happiness. “I don’t feel incomplete you doofus; hungry, yes — incomplete, no” he chuckled out a small laugh and sigh of relief as he made his way over to Luna “sweet potatoes sound great right now sweetums’ “ the shop was empty a part from the two of them so he decided to take a break from restocking and hovered near his friend, looking down at her notes, “anything I can help with lu’?”

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relief surged through her when she realized it was a familiar face and that he weren’t upset about it and so she smiled. the fact that he seemed concerned made her lighten up a bit but his question caught her off guard not wanting to really say what was on her mind since it was such a child thing to think, instead her gaze lowered to her tray before she looked back at him, lips pursed as she quirked “ uhm you know, just thinking about the tater tots restrictions. it’s ridiculous. ”

he chuckled, ignoring the girls deflection of his real questions; realising she didn’t want to talk about it. “there are restrictions on the tater tots? that’s total madness” he finished filling up his tray quickly before turning back to the girl, “wanna sit out side with me? I hear you get an obligatory free tater tot if you choose to sit with laz, your coolest friend by far.”

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“d’you know what’s a really pretty word? saudade” nicky pauses, to place a book on a higher shelf, he has to reach up high and thanks the excuse to stretch his limbs, working in a bookshop all day can be exhausting, not because it’s busy or anything; mostly because it’s so boring it runs him in to the ground. Making customers stick around with idle conversation is his only salvation. “it’s Portuguese, it means, like… a sense of incompleteness, like an absence of someone or something for a memory” he looks at the person next to him, a smile playing on his lips as always “it’s morbid as shit, but it sounds nice, right?”

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andy was standing in the line for food at the cantine a bit preoccupied in her own thoughts as she helped herself to some tater tots with a sigh, before moving on and bumping into the person in front of her, an even bigger sigh escaping her at this. “ i’m so sorry. “ she apologized rushing her words not wanting spaghetti or something worse dumped on her head. “ i was just in my own thoughts, i’ll return to reality now."

laz startled at the bump, turning around to see the brunette he’d gotten used to spending time with,  “andy, hey don’t worry ‘bout it” he stepped back to look at the girl who had clearly been spacing out moments before— he put a hand on her shoulder briefly, leaning back and looking at her like a mother checking their kid was okay would. “you were zoned out pretty bad, where were you?”

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Hiya all !! aaa im so excited .  I’m Dina (she/her) & im from nz. meet Laz Papen , my literal baby. OK first before i explain things abt laz ima just say that hoo boy i am so excited!! hmu for plots pls dont be shy !! also if u want my skype u can ask for it or just message me thru i.m (i dont use anything else bc aim is dead)

anyway here is a summation of laz papen ( my child , my baby, my sunshine) , brief cw, i talk about his mental health a bit ( SORRY ITS LONG If U WANT U CAN READ LIKE THE FIRST 3 POINTS AND STOP LMAO IM SORRY)

laz is a really misunderstood person, he’s seen as a bit weird and unpredictable. this is because of his ..pretty abrupt moodswings, one minute he’s up so high and the next he’s down so low he can’t  get out of bed

he’s never been diagnosed with anything, though he shows some pretty profound signals of bipolar disorder in his behaviour.

he acts out a lot, he’ll get in to fights and be so angry he’ll tear his whole room apart. though, this isn’t what most people see of him, most people see a bubbly boy; someone whose happy for no reason

it’s not a front either, he has urges to lash out every now and then but for the most part when his mood is up, he isn’t faking it. and he can stay like that for 2 weeks, 2 months, a year , a day, an hour .

sometimes he can tell when he’s regressing a little, he’ll subject himself to only interacting with one person, and then eventually he’ll lock himself in his room. he doesn’t leave his apartment ever, during these periods of time, stays in bed, will rearrange his room until he sees it fit to live in, will rearrange it maybe 40 times, paint it a different colour,

as far as laz knows this has nothing to do with his upbringing, he lived with his single mother and two sisters growing up, and it’s always been like this, his family never had many worries, he always seemed cheery, they would hate him from time to time because they felt cut off from him, like he ignored all of them.

his sister knew the most minute details of laz’s situation. when laz goes to sleep ( laz never willingly goes to sleep, he would stay awake forever if he could, to do everything ) his older sister covers for him, telling his mum he’s not feeling well ‘dont disturb him’ his sister was the one who took calls from the school, pretending to be ms. papen (technically she is) and explaining his absences.

college is his last lil step towards a better future, he figures if he can go to college then things will be better for him?? so he applies to a bunch and guess which one he gets in to!!ufl bitch.

 he gets a job at a local bookstore, (the owner’s a friend of his mum) and settles down.

it’s a danger for laz to be alone in this apartment but he’s elated by it; sometimes wishes it was smaller (as small as a closet) and sometimes he wishes it was bigger, big enough for him to scream and for it to echo .

he writes, and it’s kind of something he doesn’t really acknowledge but he loves pretty words and he’ll say them all the time, they kind of ground him. he’ll repeat his favourite words over and over until they drown out the ugly ones. sometimes he can’t stop writing, when he’s locked away in his room he doesn’t let his thoughts stir in his head (that would be dangerous) he writes them out rapidly, a whole wall of his room is covered in sticky notes and taped up pieces of paper, front pages of magazines he wrote on quickly to expel whatever was plaguing him. if he’s out and he’s trying to hold himself back from punching someone in the nose or bashing his head against a wall he’ll write in his head, cursive or block letters or calligraphy, he’ll write out all his favourite words and breathe and sometimes it helps.

HOL Y SHIT THIS WAS SO LONG SORRY 

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