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acel couldn’t keep the shy little grin off his lips when orion called him nice. and pointed out that he was being extremely flattering. acel wasn’t playing it cool at all, and it was probably really obvious too. “let’s go,” he nodded, picking up his guitar case and walking alongside the shorter lad. “uh, about a year now. i moved here to study.” he told him, lifting his guitar case a little to show him. “what about you? i can tell from your accent that you’re not from canada. you’re british, right?” he asked. his mother was from english so he could spot a british accent a mile off. but since they spoke little english in his household, he never picked one up for himself.  

“you’re extremely flattering, then. you’re pretty nice, too.” his cheeks are tinted pink at this point, and there’s a small smile on his thicker lips. he rocks on the balls of his feet, lips pursing together but the edges still quirked. he hums, appreciating the use of french that the other male had done. “good, then. shall we?” he gestures with a hand, shoving both in his pocket after doing so, a happy look to his whole face. he walks a few steps, and begins to make conversation. “’ow long have you been here, acel?”

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“i don’t know. both-- cookies are nice and you’re pretty nice too.” acel shrugged, and this time he got a little bit embarrassed. he could feel his cheeks heating up a little but he steadily chose to ignore it and pray that orion didn’t notice it either. “oh. oh, oui, yes i’ve love to.” he nodded, probably looking a little bit too enthusiastic at the idea of a walk. but he liked them anyway-- he usually spent a lot of time heading out on his own and finding somewhere to sit and write in his leather bound notebook. and if he went on a walk with orion-- well he’d no doubt find some inspiration for his lyrics. the guy was like a little ball of energy and acel wanted more. 

“are you trying to compare me to a cookie, or just saying it just for the fact of using a nickname?” he giggles, brushing at his short fringe. he shakes his head to deny acel’s question. “i wouldn’t mind your accompaniment on my walk, actually. talking with someone is better than just leaving me alone with my thoughts.” he shrugs, a bit of a sheepish look overtaking his sharp features. he definitely wants acel to be in his company.

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“oui-- oreo, like the cookie.” acel told him, feeling rather clever with himself. he thought it was pretty cute too-- just like orion. “oh, okay. would you like me to let you continue your walk?” he asked with a tilt of his head. he hated the thought of keeping orion when he was busy. “i was just heading home from class anyway.” he wasn’t really sure why he felt the need to add that bit of information. maybe he secretly didn’t want to stop the conversation with orion, but of course if the other boy had to go he’d understand completely. he’d have to think of a way to ask for his number if he did leave though. because he kind of definitely wanted to see oreo again. 

before he goes to make any other effort to answering his question, a look of surprise graces his features. “oreo?!” he’s not offended, but rather surprised and still as amused as he was before. no one had ever called him oreo before. if anything, he had been called onion, and he’d gotten so accustomed to that that oreo sounded extremely foreign in his ears. “just taking a walk, actually, because i like to do that sometimes. talking to strangers about dogs is fun, though.”

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acel nodded, unable to keep the proud little smile off his lips. good ridiculousness was most definitely a thing. and it belonged in the form of orion. “so, oreo,” he started, feeling pleasantly cheeky. he’d never really been so before, but being in the presence of someone who seemed to be very cheeky and had an almost unnatural way of getting away with it-- it made acel want to do the same. “why are you out here? were you, uh, just looking for strangers to talk to about dogs?” he felt comfortable around orion so he didn’t have to think too hard about his english which therefore, made it come out clearer and easier for him. 

there’s a disbelief in his gray eyes, mixed in with the happiness and amusement that was sparked in them. “a good ridiculous? ‘ve never heard of such a thing. i can only take your word for this one, acel.” frankly orion liked the way the other male’s name sounded on his tongue, hence why he said it once more. “i’m feeling extremely flattered. it is both of our pleasures to meet each other, then.”

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“no, no!” acel giggled, although he would tell you it’s a laugh. a very manly laugh. “a good ridiculous, i promise.” he said with a nod of his head because he was very definite about that. it was good-- it was entertaining and dare he say-- sweet. “orion, like the consellation? well, that’s quite beautiful. please, it’s my pleasure to meet you, orion.” 

“how dare i?” he teases, shaking his head after he speaks. “if anyone are to be offended it’s me, you were the one who called me ridiculous on the first place.” not like orion really cared in the first place — he loved banter. “i like that. mister mysterious… i’m orion, like the constellation. s’a pleasure to meet you, dear acel.”

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a laugh bubbled up out of acel before he could even think about trying to hold it in. he shook his head with a grin, mostly at the situation but also at this ridiculous boy in front of him. “me? how dare you-- i am completely offended by that.” he told him, but his smiling face with his cheek dimpling definitely gave away the fact that he was lying through his teeth. “okay mr mystérieuse. i’m acel delvoux-- now you tell me yours. it’s only fair.” 

“preposterous, you. in no way am i 25% ridiculous. don’t be absurd.” he smiles. “maybe you’re the one who’s being ridiculous here. even more so than 25%,” there’s an amused, teasing undertone to his voice that can’t be missed, and it only matches the look on his face. “jerky. bleh. — maybe i should keep that a mystery, hm? i’ll only tell if you give me a name in return.” 

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acel couldn’t help but grin down at his shoes at the boy’s reply. okay now he was kind of glad he’d stopped to reply to the oddball talking about dogs. “i don’t know... i mean-- i’ve just met you and i’d say 25% at least.” he knew he was getting a bit cheeky now, but something told him that the other lad wouldn’t mind so much. “okay so i know you love dogs and you don’t even like jerky-- but i do not know your name yet.” smooth. was that even smooth? acel thought it was smooth. that was probably the smoothest acel was ever going to get. 

a little bit of pride swelled in him when they were being as snarky as they originally had been — or, at least orion hadn’t had been as snarky as he originally had been. he’s not particularly sure on what the other male felt. his imagination can only go but so far. a hum emits deep in his throat. “maybe a bit. 5% at the highest.” with a swipe of his tongue across his lips he crosses his arms over his chest, a bit more interest and perk to his stance. “that i do, yet, i’m not the person to bring jerky with me on the street. i don’t plan on seeing a dog on the street everyday. i don’t even like jerky.”

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“fine,” he mimicked with a little smile, “it was both our fault, no?” that was fair. even though he still completely blamed himself for being so clumsy. after living in canada for a year, and having to drag his guitar case around for a year-- he still hadn’t mastered the finesse of it. when the girl asked where he was going, he paused, a little thrown off because it was such an odd question. it was somewhat invasive, but acel found himself not really minding. maybe it was because of her pretty smile. “uh, just home. i’ve been in classes all day.” he told her. “and yourself?” he found himself asking. well, it was only polite. he kind of didn’t want the conversation to come to an end. 

“fine, but i really think it was my fault, though.” jazmine argued back trying not to grin. she was amazed at humble the male was over the accident. she began to focus on his words rather than his appearance and slowly began to notice his accent. it was french. “i can see.” she pointed at the guitar case, continuing with a smile and laugh. she found him a bit interesting and where did this french speaking male come from? part of canada or, france? jazmine was the type to ask and question everything. it was something that certain people hated about her, but, she was always curious and pondering in other’s lives. she found hers a bit boring and no one really paid attention to hers. “where you going?”

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“no, no.” acel said with a shake of his head like that decision was final. “don’t be silly-- honestly i can just get them cleaned or something please do not feel bad about it.” acel still felt pretty embarrassed and bad for nearly knocking aiden over with his guitar case, so he’d feel awful if the guy tried to compensate him for his shoes. it didn’t even register to him that he was basically inviting a stranger into his apartment. all he knew of the guy was his name-- and that he was pretty damn good looking too. “let’s go-- i don’t live too far i promise.” he sent him a friendly little smile before he started off in the direction of his apartment. acel tried to wrack his brain for some kind of conversation starter with aiden, but honestly he was terrible at conversation and this was probably the first time in a long time that he willingly wanted to start one. but he couldn’t because he just wasn’t great with people. so instead he bit down on his lower lip and kept his eyes on his shoes as he headed down the street with him. 

“ah, good to know.” aiden laughed, glad to see him smile. “oh yeah? i mean, that’s fine. i still feel pretty bad about your shoes, though…” aiden tilted his head slightly as he ran his fingers through his hair. “if we go to your place, then i still owe you. for your shoes, you know?” he won’t let acel walk away without doing something to make up for his clumsiness. he couldn’t afford to buy the other a new pair, but maybe if he pocketed some stranger’s wallet on the way there… “yeah, why don’t we go to yours? it’s easiest i think.”

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oh. his name was aiden. so who was joe? what did joe have to do with this? whatever. he couldn’t help but smile back at aiden, his grin was a little infectious. “complete accident. i try not to attack strangers on a regular basis.” he joked, biting down on his lower lip to try and stop his grin from spreading. “yes! i live just down this street. oh, i could make some tea? at my apartment?” he suggested with a shrug. “or-- or i could just meet you somewhere i don’t mind. whatever you would prefer.” 

aiden tried to focus on the situation and the conversation at hand, but now he was too curious. this guy has to be from a foreign country, right? italy? germany? no, no, not germany… france? fuck, he wasn’t sure. shaking his head slightly, he grinned in acel’s direction. he began to extend his hand, but realized acel’s hands were a bit occupied. “nice to meet you, i’m aiden.” he smiled and buried his hands in his pants’ pockets. “and honestly, it’s fine. it was an accident, right? so, no hard feelings.” he shrugged. “do you live nearby? you could drop your stuff off and then maybe we could meet up somewhere? i rather not make you carry that around longer than you need to.” he motioned towards acel’s guitar with a smirk.

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acel felt his stomach drop when he saw the look of confusion on the guy’s face. he didn’t even realise he’d slipped back into french, so he just assumed the guy couldn’t understand his english. he almost wished he was back in paris again, where he could be confident in what he said and didn’t sound like a bumbling idiot all the time. he took back the cup from him with a small smile that disappeared the moment it arrived. “y-yeah, tea.” he repeated, somewhat slower. “that would be nice-- yes.” he nodded, tilting his head to the side as he looked at the blonde, trying to understand what he meant. was his name joe? did he just introduce himself? “oh, uh-- my name is acel. and i really am sorry about before.”

aiden took a deep breath through his nose as he listened to the other. shaking his head once more, he lowly laughed.  “no, honestly, it’s oka-” he stopped short. wait, what did he say? that could not have been english – not that aiden was a shining example of perfect english or anything of the sort. “uh, i didn’t catch that last bit.” he quietly spoke, reaching out and offering the cup back. “no, um, you said- you said it’s tea, right?” aiden prayed that the background noise – consisting of cars driving by and people chatting away as they passed – was the reason behind his inability to understand the other. “if you want… we could, like, buy each other something to drink? i’m not one to turn down a free cup of joe, so…” he slowly proposed. he hoped he hadn’t misunderstood what was said, but damn, that accent.

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acel didn’t really understand why the guy was laughing at him. but either way, he wasn’t being touchy. he just wasn’t being a weird dog person. “you’re a little ridiculous.” he added, really trying hard to keep his serious face on but he still smiled a little, his cheek dimpling. he gave the guy a subtle once over with his eyes as he shifted, moving his guitar case so it was stood next to him and he could lean against it a little. “i don’t know. maybe. i don’t think i’d be that surprised if you were to be honest. you do seem to like dogs and awful lot.” 

orion finds that the other male’s raised eyebrow makes him snort. or laugh lightly, really, because to orion they were practically the same movement — a small laugh always turned out to be a snort from him. “oof. you seem touchy… i’m in no way being ridiculous.” dogs were an important aspect of his life, planning on getting a dog of his own pretty soon. he needs company in the lonely vancouver apartment he has. it was too quiet most of the time — he’d liked to have the sound of a barking dog or maybe just someone there who he could be domestic with, but it’s too early for him to think about those sort of things. “well now it is.” both of his eyebrows raise this time. “does it look like i’d casually be carrying treats around?”

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acel scrunched his nose up as he looked down at his shoes-- because at first the tea burned his feet but now they were just damp and he could feel the cold already. he only looked back at the other person when he heard her apologising profusely, and he just had to stop her because he was most definitely in the wrong-- not her. “no, no. please, it was me carrying this thing.” he insisted, sending a little smile her way to show that he wasn’t mad or anything. “it, uh-- it isn’t the first time i’ve nearly uh--” he needed a little moment to think of the right words, and honestly, he really should spend more time talking in english instead of french. “pushed someone. with my guitar.” he looked back down at his shoes when she mentioned them, shrugging his shoulders and trying not to let his disappointment about them show. it was his own fault after all. “oui-- yes, but it’s not a problem. i can get them cleaned. i hope.” he added with a little laugh. 

jazmine was on the run today, she had just got off of work and had to rush home to get ready for a night out on the town with a couple of friends, and knowing her it would take a good year and half for her to get settled, pick out clothes, and even smack of her makeup the way she wanted. it was hard for her. hopefully, tonight the crew would have an amazing night at karaoke night. jazmine loved singing aloud and expressing herself getting attention and love from those who listened to her. while, speed walking away past a busy conjured street. jazmine pulled out her cellphone about to check a message from earlier that she couldn’t get too. just then she felt a small nudge and the rest was a complete mess. it caused the woman to come to a complete halt. “oh shit, no, no i’m sorry.” jazmine spoke, cupping her mouth. “oh my god, i didn’t see you there.” she looked at his attire than his face. he was gorgeous and almost smitten the woman knew using her charm would make the best of the situation before she had to depart. “i didn’t mean to mess up your shoes, those were probably your favorite.” 

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“no-- i didn’t mean it like that-- i just meant-- whatever.” acel very quickly averted his eyes, staring down at his soggy shoes and he couldn’t help but pout a little because he could feel the dampness seeping through to his socks. perfect. he gingerly took the top that was thrust at him, not really quite sure what to do with it. maybe he could find somewhere to repair it. he’d definitely like to get his own shirt back at some point. when the girl flashed him a smile, he had to blink in confusion because literally not two minutes ago she looked ready to kill him. “uh, oui-- yes you look lovely.” he shifted awkwardly, shrugging his shoulders in response to her questions about his tattoos. “some of them. but uh, i got used to the pain. it’s quite addicting now, i think.” 

       ‘ what has it being see-through got to do with anything ? if it’s acceptable for you to wear it then it should be acceptable for me to wear it too ! ’ she begins to mimic the stranger’s actions by gently yanking her tattered top over her head before passing it off to the male, taking his shirt in return. ‘ can you hold onto this for me ? we can do a switchback as soon as i finish my shift, i pinky promise ! ’ quickly, cosimia throws the somewhat loose item of clothing over her frame before flashing the other a smile, hand extending to point at his now covered body. ‘ y’know what ? i feel like this looks a lot better on me than it did on you ! oh, and by the way, your ink looks fucking awesome, dude ––– did it hurt to get ? i want to get more, but i’m still mentally scarred from my first tattoo ; i don’t think i’ll be forgetting about the pain any time soon. ’

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acel, despite dropping his tea all over his shoes, wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. but when he noticed that his guitar case had knocked someone’s bag all over the floor he had to stop and help. it wouldn’t be fair for him to rush off. “i’m so sorry, oh shit, i didn’t mean to i swear.” he told the person quickly, hurriedly trying to pick up their stuff from the floor. he finally looked up at the person who he’d nearly knocked over and recognised the face straight away. it took a few moments for him to remember her name though. “oh. gigi– hi.” he felt a little awkward. mainly because he didn’t know her that well and both of their parents said that she had to ‘look after’ him while he was away from home and living in a foreign country. she looked utterly bored when they first met– and acel hadn’t really heard from her since.

gigi’s slender fingers kept sliding down over her phone screen, scrolling through her instagram feed to find more drunk photos of herself. it wasn’t a lie that the girl was all about life but that still didn’t stop her from swearing to never get near alcohol again the morning after. as for now, the brunette tried her best to hide all her skin from the sun since it was almost unbearable to leave it exposed— the sunglasses were keeping her safe from growling everytime her gaze changed direction and it was like the female finally found piece for a while. that was until she felt a sudden pull and found herself turned around within seconds with her bag torn away from her and on the ground with all her stuff scattered next to it. “seriously, dude?— what the actual fuck?”

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acel didn’t bother to correct the girl that he was french. he didn’t see the point-- not when she clearly didn’t care and was so... rude. it was a bloody accident and he just couldn’t believe how she was acting. but then again, if the shirt was a hundred bucks, then he’d be pretty pissed too. “i’m sorry-- i can’t--” he couldn’t afford to pay the girl. if he did, he’d be short on rent and he’d have to call his parents and ask for money. they could afford it, but he didn’t want to ask. his eyes widened when she suggested taking his case, and he shook his head and immediately put the case down carefully on the ground. he slipped his jacket off and then started unbuttoning his black, sheer shirt. “i don’t know why you want this. it’s practically see-through.” he mumbled, more to himself as he handed it over. plenty of people were still walking past them and staring because acel had just stripped off. but hey, at least he looked after himself and he had nice tattoos. he put his jacket back on immediately to shield himself from the coat, buttoning it all the way. 

        ‘ listen, i don’t speak german or whatever it is that you’re speaking, but you can either give me a hundred bucks to replace my shirt or you can give me yours ; either way, i’m not letting you walk away without giving me a compensation ! if you don’t have the money now, you can give me that case of yours as some kind of bond and you can come get it off me when you’ve got the cash ! i mean, that’s if you’re crazy enough to trust a complete stranger with your personal items. ’

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