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“You ever notice that it feels like toilet paper is slightly over-priced? Not egregiously, so no one bats an eye really. But why is this package costing me $6, you know what I mean?” Brady held up the toilet paper he’d plucked off the shelf before just tossing it in his cart.

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“I’m sorry. Was that supposed to dissuade me?” Tripp asked with a raised brow, eyes going between the cut and catch the man’s eyes. “If anything I just want every single detail now.”

“Aren’t you supposed to keep this whole thing professional? You’re allowed to ask me about my sex life?” Brady raised his brows back, a little laugh following. “If there’s ever a time I’m not divulging, it’s when someone’s tending to my wound.

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somertonmayor​:

who open to all ♥ @somertonstarter​ when feb 2021  where fletcher park notes doesn’t need to be the person throwing the snowball, or even involved in the fight!! passerbys also being hit, someone laughing at him, gimme all.

“Well.” standing deathly still, George dusted his jacket, the clumped snow falling to the ground with a heavy thud. If he wasn’t the one being pelted, he might actually compliment the person, these were some quality snowballs, very heavy. “Good morning to you too.” Well, this is what he gets for leaving the house twenty minutes late.

“I think they were trying to hit your window to wake you up. Neighbors helping neighbors you know how it is in this town,” Brady chuckled with a little shrug. “If you want me to chase them down I will though,” he teased with a little nod.

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tripp--shephard​:

Open Starter || @somertonstarter​

“So do you want to tell me how you did this or are you going to leave it up to my imagination?” Tripp asked with a smile teasing on his lips as he put in the last couple stitches. “And I should warn you I do have quite the imagination.”

“Tantric sex accident, you really don’t want to know the details. Messy, dirty, uncomfortable at times even, and in the end gory,” he shrugged, glancing down at the stitches going into his side.

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laylaferguson​:

bridgeport ⇢ full o’beans                                ft. anyone @somertonstarter​

Layla pushed back on her chair, so it was swinging slightly on its back legs as her fingers tapped lightly on the table. Her laptop was open in front of her, staring at an email she’d received from her older sister not too long ago, assessing how she might go about answering it - whether she would even answer it at all. For one second though, her heart jumped out of her chest, her hands clutching at the edge of the table as she almost lost her balance and toppled backwards into another table full of patrons. Once all four legs were back on the floor where they belonged, the blonde let out a loud laugh, her hand resting on her chest as she pulled herself together. “Isn’t that what every grade school teacher used to warn us about?” She asked, still laughing to herself. “God, I thought for a moment there I might headed straight for the ER.”

“I was actually coming over here to scold you for doing that. I like to pride myself as the middle school principal of this coffee shop,” Brady feigned some arrogance about the self-claimed title. “And now I’m just here to make fun of you for being uncoordinated,” he grinned, taking the seat beside her. 

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Hey guys, I’m K and this is Brady - he’s a native to Somerton and works as a commercial fisherman/lobsterman. Would love connections and things since he’s been here. Brief-ish summary of his bio...

Brady was the traditional “popular” type his entire life and he lives off of that outward perception. His real life was a little different than the picture he painted, however. His father out of the picture, his mother struggled from mental illnesses and addictions that left her really unfit to be a mother. Brady was left mostly to fend for himself, leading him to use those friendships that came so naturally to him to get things of basic necessity: shelter in the form of sleepovers on nights that he didn’t know if he had a home to go back to or not. Food when he didn’t know where it was coming from next.

As an adult, Brady craves stability; stability he has found in his job and in the town he grew up in. He prefers things to just stay as is. Which means he has no intentions of rocking the boat in any of his choices or relationships; in turn, he’s content to never come out to the people in his life as the bi-sexual man he is. The people who know are limited to the men he’s been involved with; most of which are men from out of town.

Personality wise, he’s pretty fun-loving and outgoing. He’s easy enough to get along with, puts a limit on how well people get to know him.

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