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more replies soon, your girl is back @ college whoopeee so my activity is going to be mas o menos terrible. i’ll do the best that i can ;( night babes xx

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adrian nodded, not wanting to go into detail on the matter. “oh, yeah. my dad is… a character,” adrian told her, choosing his words carefully, an undercurrent of annoyance clear in his tone of voice.

“elaborate,” she commanded simply, curious about how parenting was done under his roof. 

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“i wouldn’t know,” william shrugged. “i’ve never had a pet before, ever.” despite the numerous times he’d begged for a puppy, his parents had never indulged him in that wish. “exactly, and i don’t want a kid – or a pet – unless i can support them money wise, you know? doesn’t make sense.”

“me neither,” she admitted, understanding his pain, “my parents are allergic to about everything but goldfish.” yasmin couldn’t believe neither of them had the privilege of owning a tangible and emotive pet.

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“It’s just some family stuff,” which wasn’t a lie – it was things back home in New York that were getting her down, but savannah definitely made it seem less important than it really was. “Just can’t fix it while I’m all the way over here, you know?”

“i suppose not,” yasmin surrendered, though she wasn’t about to give up on getting to the bottom of savannah’s dilemma. “what happened anyway?”

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jfc--hannah:

“why?” hannah asked with a skeptical look playing on her face. “i’ll be fine tomorrow, they make drugs for that.” she couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “whatever, sure, fine. i promise, mom…” she assured her, knowing full and well she wasn’t going to follow through with that promise.

“just do me this kindness,” she pleaded, not wanting the girl to depend on substances when she could be smart in the moment. “thank you,” she expressed, despite not believing her friend will commit; though she’ll keep an eye out for her. “you’ll still have fun, you got me remember?” she reminded, slugging an arm around her. 

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     Starting the conversation had been his first mistake as even the sound of Yasmin’s voice uttering his name wrenched at his heart and made his stomach turn over. It was probably ridiculous, to still be this hung up on a girl who he was supposed to have left in the past along with his other regrets and mistakes; however, truthfully, she was neither of those things. Yasmin somehow managed to shine through the shadowy resentments in Benji’s memory and remain a beacon of goodness. It had been too good for him then and she was still, probably, too good for him now. His eyes drank her in where his mind was refusing, taking in each feature with the same pang of painful nostalgia that tinged their every shared memory. Even underneath the toils of her workout and the effects of the elements, she was striking. What had been girlish back when they had met was womanly now, in a way that he was sure captured the heart of many a poor man in addition to his own. Just the thought of the number of gazes she must attract sends a shiver of distaste down his spine. Jealousy had never been an issue with him and Bea but with Yasmin, the story had been different. She had made him feel different. The attention being drawn to Emi snapped Benji out of his reverie, dropping his gaze from the wind bitten tip of her nose to the small girl snoozing peacefully in her stroller. “Emi, yeah,” he couldn’t keep the affectionate lilt out of his voice, a flicker of a smile passing over his features. She was too precious when she slept, long lashes casting shadows on the soft, plump skin of her cheeks. If he’s surprised that Yas knows Emi’s name, he disguised it well.

     It shouldn’t be all that shocking, given how clearly he remembers every little detail about her. The way she’d look in one of his dress shirts falling down to her thighs or the smell of her hair as she tucked her head under his chin ring out like crystal if he calls them to mind. He’s made a habit of avoiding the practice. The memories were in a vibrantly technicolor splashed across his thoughts now as he opened his mouth to speak, to say something to fill the void of silence that seemed to put more distance between them than any physical space could. Instinctively, Benji lifted a foot to rest on the lower rung of the stroller, pushing it back and forth anxiously while also simultaneously serving as a lulling motion to keep his sleeping daughter at peace despite his turbulent shift in mood. “I suppose she’s a fair bit bigger now,” he said at last though he was certain the delay had already been noticed. It vaguely occurred to him, then, that Yas had asked him a question before asking after the small tot. Leave it to Benji to get so caught up in Emi that he completely forgot about himself, even in conversation. “I’ve been alright. Uh, busy, y’know?” His shoulders lifted in a shrug – it wasn’t like his life had been all that interesting in the time they’d spent apart. Responsibilities and being an adult were the thankless duties to which he’d resigned himself by choosing his grim reality over the dazzling alternate existence time with her had painted for him. “How about yourself? You look…” he regretted starting that statement nearly as much as he did starting the conversation overall, “…great.” Not his best work but truthful all the same.

     Kneeling down, Yasmin shrunk to the strollers size to meet the dozing girl’s eye level, or rather shut-eye level. Engulfed by layers of clothes and cozy blankets, she was like a baby bird sheltered in a nest made of fine fabrics instead of prickly twigs. She couldn’t help but softly coo, admiring Emi’s angelic demeanor and innocent, transfixed expression. At such a short distance, she could notice the toddler’s tufts of hair poking out from underneath her hat, her chestnut locks contrasting with the cap’s vivid color. Reluctantly, Yasmin returned to adult size, reentering the painfully awkward situation. “She’s beautiful, Ben,” she remarked, her words lingering with her puffs of visible breath. And then there was silence. Noiseless, neither of them itching to strike up more conversation. Yasmin was frankly waiting for his answer to her original, cordial question, yet he was seemingly disconnected. She figured Benji was still in awe of their encounter, possibly reminiscing as she was, both of them venturing through their surreal past in the very strained present. She noticed him processing a thought, opening a lip to voice whatever was going on in his vibrant mind. Yet like a shooting star, the light of a fleeting idea scintillated in his iridescent eyes until it vanished in the same moment. 

Finally he spoke up, a comment about the slumbering Emi. “A bit bigger” was an understatement in Yasmin’s eyes. Her perspective, altered by the long interval without seeing Emi, is far different than his. Benji had the privilege to watch the tot grow mere increments day by day, leaving him unable to see how much Emi has truly matured. “Busy,” she replied, unintentionally mimicking his answer. They were both busy bees, coming home to different hives. As Benjit began his statement regarding her appearance, she held in a breath, the suspense magnifying. The more pause, the more she anticipated alternative adjectives. She looked ... nice? content? ghastly? Goddamn would he make up his mind already. When he settled on great, Yasmin smiled in return, mostly relieved by the long-awaited compliment, yet he could have just said that to fill the air with something thicker than tension. He certainly appeared contrite, the way his muscles tensed. She wondered how she’d picked up on the small idiosyncrasy — perhaps she was simply intuitive, perhaps she knew him better than she wished she did. “Thanks, so do you,” she reciprocated, unfortunately sincere. Of course the irrational side of her yearned for him to be lost after years without her, though she couldn’t be that arrogant to truly believe it. By the way he looked at his one and only child was inhumane in the best possible way — in that no human, with their caustic imperfections and violent delights, can muster as much love as Benji does for his daughter.   “What have you been up to?” She inquired kindly, though she figured he’d say primarily taking care of Emi. 

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“can you stop fuckin’ breathing down my god damn neck?” wilson asked as he stood in line at the grocery store, ready to pay for the food he had gathered in his basket as he glared at the individual behind him. “jesus fuckin’ christ, dude. and you’ve got coffee breath.”

yasmin released a heavy sigh, knowing she’d be late for work the more she stood in line. she tapped her toes impatiently, checking her phone occasionally for the time. “oh i’m so sorry. i’ll just sacrifice my breathing if it’ll make you more comfortable,” she spoke facetiously, wearing a mocking grin. yasmin found when dealing with assholes she simply never takes them seriously, and it usually pisses them off enough to get off her case. 

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riverking :

River smiled as she handed him a lighter, lighting up the cigarette he had between his lips. “Thanks.” he said, blowing the smoke as he handed the lighter back to the girl. “Hey, I know you.” he said, more to himself than her as he recognized the girl. “How have you been?”

“you do,” she assured, with a small smile. she sighed, recalling the events of the week and simply sticking with an, “i’ve been better.” she leaned her elbow against the brick wall behind them, petting back her dark tresses. “how about you? i heard you play ... well i caught the end of it but — you’re very talented.”

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sure, the girl was already beginning to black out, but what did that matter? with a huge smile, hannah graciously took the shot from her and it disappeared within moments. “you’re amazing, i love you!”

“yeah yeah, love you too,” yasmin reciprocated, happy to celebrate with her. she especially enjoyed accompanying hannah to parties so she can monitor her, just in case she could out of hand. “it’ll be the last one for tonight ok, promise me? you’ll thank me in the morning.”

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htmlsav :

the thought of telling someone what was going on made her just shake her head, knowing that if she said it she’d be a mess and to be fair, dealing with a drunk savannah was probably a lot easier than a sad one. “nothing,” she says before grabbing the bartenders attention, asking for nothing but a water before turning back to yasmin. “it’s really nothing.”

“you said it was nothing five minutes ago, then you told me about the jerk who called you a drunk, now you say it’s nothing again,” she reminded, not trying to be too interrogative. yasmin was glad to see the girl buy a water, it’ll certainly help her in the morning. “i don’t want to push you babe, just want to know what’s up ... maybe i can help.”

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ofwillicm :

william realized he’d struck a nerve, but he didn’t really know what to do about it. other people’s feelings had never been a speciality of his. “yeah,” william replied quietly, “not for me either.” he nodded at the girl’s words, agreeing with each one. “you’re right. it’s not really about doing things for me, though. i just… being responsible for a whole entire human being is just. too much, when i can’t even handle myself.”

she wasn’t overly dispirited by the topic at hand, though his simple words of agreement did somehow mitigated what little opposition she had associated with it. “yeah ... yeah i get that, really i do,” she agreed wholeheartedly, “hell, even caring for a pet is hard — and fucking expensive, too.”

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adrianshq :

“have you ever walked in on your parents fucking? i do not recommend,” adrian spoke, scrunching up his nose in disgust at the memory. “but that’s probably the only time i’ve seen my dad not pissed off about something.”

“thankfully no, though i’m guessing you have,” she surmised, laughing softly at his look of revulsion. “that bad huh?” 

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lmaoenzo :

he couldn’t help but laugh, “please, i’m not other guys, my wallet can definitely handle it. i’m quite rich, and i’m not saying that to brag, i’m saying that to prove a point. so what’d i offer you again?” he questioned, partially have forgotten but also because he was prepared to spend his money on it already. “let’s cut to it then.”

yasmin willingly took the bait, believing his words. she’s been promised many luxuries, some of which she’s actually received. though this time around she wanted something else, something not of material value. she wasn’t sure if he’d be interested, figuring he was accustomed to getting what he wanted by simply emptying his wallet, and in this offer he wouldn’t pay a cent. “here’s my proposition,” she began, nearing him, “i’ll give you what you want, simply because it’s what i want too — with one caveat, of course ... a favor. you won’t have to shell out anything, just owe me when the time comes.” she lightly grasped the side of his face, her thumbs caressing the stubble on his cheek, “do we have a deal?”

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sawyerknight :

If anyone were to ask Sawyer if he liked his job (and they do, quite often) he’d smile and answer them with a genuine yes. He couldn’t think of anything else he’d rather be doing. People were often surprised when he’d answer with such hopeful excitement in his eyes and the eagerness to keep talking, since the most common answer is, of course, ‘no’, or, ‘it’s alright’. Maybe he takes it too seriously, maybe the teenagers working part time over the weekends don’t take it seriously enough. He doesn’t think about it like that, though. He enjoys working with animals, it’s what he grew up doing. Although it was under much different circumstances, and usually out in the snow surrounded by the wildlife, and of course his always growing family which could never be duplicated in the rainy city he now resides in but he takes what he can get. He’s come to learn that home is a forever changing concept, and even if he isn’t back in Alaska which was his comfort zone for all of his life (and probably still is), home can be found anywhere. Now, it’s in the bustling city of Seattle where he gets to come in everyday to look after a handful of different creatures– and he gets paid for it. If that’s not living the dream, he doesn’t know what is. 

He likes to think he’s transparent about being so passionate about his job, and maybe that helps curious customers become passionate about the animals currently taking shelter in the store. There’s always a pamphlet at his reach explaining how they get their animals from local shelters and partner up to adopt them out through their larger shops. He’d say he knows a thing or two about a thing or two, because he genuinely cares about it. To him, knowing that he helps get animals that forever home they deserve makes it all worth the while by itself. At the beginning of the day and by the time he’s ready to clock out, he might tire himself out, but it’s never time wasted. Becoming friends with the customers who wander in and out of the shop on the regular was a perk, too. Sawyer never really expected it, but welcomes it with open arms. He enjoyed Yasmin’s company especially, and he smiled at her as she came around to talk to him. He knew she had her heart set on adopting one of the cats that had been with them for a while now. Her love for a pet she didn’t even have yet was heartwarming, and he knew the day she could finally adopt him would be a special one.

“Hey,” he greeted in return as he tidied up the counter space around him. The shop was a bit slower around the early parts of the day, just a few customers roaming around in the aisles towards the back of the store. “Everyone’s good. Bandit and Nacho were being extra friendly this morning,” he says in reference to these two guinea pigs that Sawyer thinks are the cutest things in the world. Usually they hide from him, but this morning felt like a small victory when they didn’t scurry too much when he had to clean their cage. “How are you doing?” 

“Are they ... i gotta see this,” she spoke excitedly, already rushing over to the guinea pigs’ cage. Yasmin sprinted through the aisles of supplies, squeaky toys, and shouting ... squawking ... squeaking animals. The lack of customers somehow validated her rash behavior, though she quickly calmed down once she arrived at her destination, not wanting to cause a scene or draw attention. Clearing her throat, Yasmin awaited Sawyer’s arrival, patiently standing in the rodents section and observing the tiny creatures simply exist. She glanced from cage to cage — a hamster running vigorously on its exercise wheel, a red-eyed mouse sleeping soundly underneath its plastic hut, a chinchilla quickly scurrying from the four corners of its confines. She wasn’t accustomed to this kind of natural, innocent excitement until she came here. 

Yasmin debated on divulging on her week so far, knowing it was an ominous subject to say the least. There were always topics she had to side step —not that Sawyer isn’t a decent enough guy to deserve those significant details in her life, she’s just a private person on top of learning to trust him with that kind of information. “I’ve been better,” she stated with a heavy sigh, though she wore a beaming smile, “how are you doing?” She always wondered how he was; she knew he adored his job unlike the other unenthusiastic employees that worked there, though he often looked exhausted, especially when she’d visit him near closing time. It was an accomplished kind of fatigue, she recognized that, but she did wish he didn’t work so hard sometimes — then again she had no room to talk. 

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 lmaoenzo:

“is that ‘cause you think my wallet wouldn’t be able to handle it or because you think i’m not willing to spend it for you.” he raised his eyebrow, enzo was definitely considering it, as money didn’t have much value to him, but part of him was skeptical. “like i said, i wouldn’t mind it. but who am i to say no to skipping a couple steps.”

“the first option,” she answered candidly, “no offense, just have had a lot of guys not put there money where their mouth is.” yasmin made sure she was forthright in these sort of endeavors. “and like i said, i’d only go if you’d want to, i won’t settle for indifference.”

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hannah was dancing out at the club when she turned around to see the other person. “oh my god, hey! i missed you so much!” she wrapped her arms around the other person, pulling them into a hug.

“babe you saw me 4 minutes ago,” she reminded with a small laugh, embracing the girl anyway, “i went to get you another, here.” yasmin handed over the tequila shot to the affectionate blonde. 

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riverking :

Sometimes River would play at certain bars, mostly during slow nights since he was new to it all. This being one of those nights. After doing so he thanked everyone who was there, which were maybe twenty people, and made his way outside. Although he was generally confident, singing in front of people made him feel vulnerable and maybe even nervous. So he needed to calm down and found himself with his guitar on his back and a cigarette between his lips. Noticing he didn’t have his lighter with him he tapped on the shoulder of the person closest to him, “Hey, do you have a lighter you could borrow me?“

yasmin could not have possibly expected to walk into the bar and see river preforming on stage. then again, she didn’t exactly know the boy. still, it was an odd sight to see, to have someone you’ve met once become the main act. she didn’t think much of it, that is until her venture outside led her straight to him. “yeah hold on,” she assured, rummaging through her pockets. she placed the lighter in his hand with a soft, “here.”