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Hearing that the secret was kept for a couple years had him sit up, Nibs had figured that this had to have been a big secret and one that he really should be more awake to hear. Six years though, that long of a time was something else entirely, he couldn't even think of doing anything for six years. "Okay, that—okay." It took a couple more 'okays' to really process how much time this was kept from him, not even worried yet about the secret itself. There wasn't anger that she'd kept something from him for so long, just confusion. But regardless of what that secret could be, he just wanted to be there for Tink who thought now was the right time to share. "Six years is lowkey wild but we all keep secrets sometimes. Whatever it is, I'm sure it's not even that bad." He reassured her with a small smile and a hand on her shoulder, "Just tell me already, the suspense is literally killing me."

There’s a twisting in her gut at his question, a valid assumption to make that a week or two would be the longest she’d go without telling him something. Especially something as major as this. But no, that wasn’t the answer like Nibs is expecting it to be. She can’t help the frown that forms on her lips and the way her eyes dart down to her hands and remain glued there as she confesses the real truth. “More like a couple years…” she trails off, wanting to keep it at just that but knowing even just saying a ‘couple’ years is still inaccurate. “And by a couple I mean like… six-ish…” It felt wrong admitting to that, just as wrong as it had felt to keep the whole thing a secret from him in the first place (even though it had been Tink’s idea and insistence that nobody knew - but whatever, that was just a technicality), and she can just hope that this isn’t going to change anything about their friendship.

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He wasn't even that tired that he couldn't be bothered to stay awake, he just enjoyed how cozy he already was and didn't want to get up just yet. But for Tink he could make an exception. His arms stretched out before crossing under his chin to help lift his head as he laid flat on his stomach, The words Tink announced were finally catching up to his mind. "How long are we talking about here? Like a couple weeks?" It was a natural inquiry to try and figure out how long she managed to keep a secret from him. Usually she told him just about everything and he did the same, secrets simply weren't a thing kept from the other. He didn't want to jump to conclusions but he figured if Tink was keeping something from him then it was either so small she could've forgotten about it or so big that she didn't want anyone to know. He hoped it wasn't the latter but all he could do now was wait to hear what she finally wanted to share with him.

closed starter for @bravestboy location: lost boy's house - day after sharpay's friendsgiving

Waking up in one of the lost boys’ beds isn’t an entirely new sensation for Tink by any means, only it was almost always Nibs that was next to her rather than one of the youngest of their friend group. With Sam still peacefully snoozing beside her, the blonde was careful to extract herself out from under the blankets without waking him, floating in the air so that she could get around him without any rustling. Running a hand through her mess of hair, she padded out of the bedroom and down just a few doors over to find the boy she had originally intended to seek out the night before. Without even bothering to knock on his door the way she might have for any of the other lost boys, she sneaks on in and makes her way to climb into Nibs’ bed without any hesitation. He’s still asleep, but she pokes at his face enough time until his eyes finally crack open. She’s sure that she looks a wreck, makeup all screwed up from crying the night before and then not washing her face before bed and her hair a disaster, but she doesn’t care. Not when it comes to Nibs. He’s seen her at her best and her worst and he hadn’t run away yet. “I have to tell you something,” she admits in an almost whisper. “I’ve been keeping a secret. For like… a long time….” Rather than jumping right into it, she gives him a few minutes to process what she just said and wake up enough to really take it in before continuing on.

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‘Don’t speak to the bitch’ were Tink’s exact instructions for when the lost boys ever came into contact with Shelly. Whatever feud was going on between the two girls was something he didn’t question, yet Nibs was willing to carry out the same anger harbored towards Tink’s nemesis despite never having been personally done wrong by her. And Nibs was very close to accomplishing this simple request had it not been for the fact that he was being brought into a conversation about his work which he always had to indulge in even if it was just bait. He held off for as long as he could before feeling the need to clarify what he was working on, “It’s gonna be a movie musical.” That’s all he wanted to say, he was fairly certain he shouldn’t say anything more at the risk of having to explain to one of his best friends why he was speaking to her enemy. He looked straight ahead, even through her claim that he’d get more famous. The idea of that happening was nice, indulging in the fantasy of it was easy to do but he’d never let it happen under the conditions she implied, “I don’t think fame is gonna get to my head, all the people I need will be right beside me when my career skyrockets.”

who: @bravestboy where: flo's diner

It was too late for anyone that she knew to be working but that didn't change the fact it was the best place for a milkshake on the Isle. After getting off work way later than expected and only having the most vile types of men come in that day, she thought she'd earned a large vanilla shake with extra cherries. When the sun went down it was when Shelly felt the most at home. Maybe she'd go for a swim after this, not quite being ready to head home just yet, especially when she had the following day off. Company wasn't something she'd been expecting but the sound of the bell on the door drew her attention and a curious smirk formed at who entered the establishment. "Isn't it a little past your bedtime?" She teased, patting the seat next to her before raising her straw to her lips. Whenever the Lost Boys were around she took the opportunity to indulge herself, having known them as long as she had. "Working late? New movie?" The blonde pried, wanting to hear the latest from the rising star. Even if she hadn't said it, Shelly had taken notice of his career more as of late and was impressed with what she saw. "Will you remember us little people when you're a big star?"

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“I kind of don’t get why you’d want to leave all this behind,” Nibs stated, already getting in the spirit of what she was saying by stuffing his face with as many treats as he could find. “Shouldn’t we be, like, striving for these privileges?” He posed the question he’d been sitting on for a bit, thinking that if anyone were the right person to ask, it would be Tyla. She knew what it was like to grow up in a wealthy family so she had experience, but he also didn’t want to discredit any encounters she’d had that made her grow distasteful of the scene they now found themselves in.

“Maybe you didn’t have a great time around this crowd and honestly, I kinda get it. They’re stuffy and care too much if we wear the right clothes or not but, the way I see it, I’m getting close to this being my future, perhaps not on this scale,” he gestured to the extreme opulence of the entire Northwest estate, “But y’know I think I can help get the lost boys somewhere pretty close.” It wasn’t something he’d ever really discussed before, he’d thought the chances of getting anywhere near this kind of wealth would be in similar ways to how they’d gotten into the party, through lying and scheming. But now that Nibs had a rising career in acting, he had to wonder how closer they would be getting to joining a wealthier crowd.

closed starter for @bravestboy location: engagement party

For all she had grown up being forced to attend events like this, Tyla hardly considered herself to be a part of this crowd. No, that was all her parents. And the day she had moved out of their home and into her aunt’s had been an official leave from this type of society, or more of an escape in her eyes. Never again had she wanted to partake in a party of this manner, yet here she was, dressed for the occasion and surrounded by the elite of the island just like she had been all those years ago. Only this time things were different, at least. She wasn’t on the guests list, nor were any of the boys she had snuck in with tonight. And she wasn’t here to actually celebrate the Northwests or the Finnegans. She was simply here because Peter had wanted her to be.

“You know, since we weren’t actually invited tonight - if we eat all of their food, it’s kinda like a non cannibal way of eating the rich, right?” she mused allowed, turning to look at the boy beside her as she popped a little cake into her mouth and chewed on it, still thinking. None of the lost boys really cared about politics the same way that Tootles did, but Nibs was the best at listening to her rants. He at least pretended to understand what she was saying. “So really, we’re kind of protesting just by being here. Even if we aren’t actually… doing anything.”

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Nibs only nodded along, with his hopes for a lighter topic than whatever romantic conundrum his friends had gotten themselves into, completely dissipated. He’d found himself in a remarkable situation, having heard accounts of what happened that night from three separate points of view. The timeline cleared itself up and now he was dealing with yet another friend’s turmoil. The man was strangely at the center of it all, now having each friend involved in some way so it makes sense that they’d all gone to him. He had to remind himself of this when he thought of complaining that he didn’t want to get into everyone’s love lives. It’s not that he didn’t want to help, he just wanted to talk about anything else. Still, Nibs was going to talk it out with each friend with a smile on his face because he was nice and figured the quicker this all got dealt with, the sooner things could go back to normal.

It was a bit unexpected of Wendy and Phil to have gotten acquainted, Nibs certainly wasn’t expecting it but, he had to admit, it was a nice surprise. Hearing that they were going on dates was something he found himself to be quite excited for, not only for Phil because he’d be taking out the nicest girl Nibs had ever met but he was also thrilled for Wendy to be out with someone who neared in the same whimsy as the lost boys themselves. But then came the problem in that Phil wasn’t the only one who had taken an interest in Wendy. He couldn’t find himself to be as eager in this prospect for Peter, especially when Nibs knew how heartbroken his friend had left Tink that same night. “Well I’m not in the best spot with Peter right now, can’t exactly give him a fair fight.” He sighed, trying to figure out what information he could give out that Wendy should hear in order to make a decision. “I’d see why you’re having trouble though, they’re both great guys. But… I would think about holding off on Peter, at least until he’s in a better place with Tink.”

Wendy didn't quite know exactly where to start with Nibs: there were the matters of Peter and Phil, respectively, though each boy had their own nuances that held her back from being able to fully commit to either of them. She was truly stuck, though Nibs knew Phil better than any of their other friends, which was precisely why she needed his advice rather than anyone else's. While Peter had been quick to tell her to. move on and forget about him, there was something about Phil she couldn't quite let go of yet.

"Well, I, um, went with Phil--he asked me to be his date, and I accepted. I know you two are friends." She didn't quite know how, but that was precisely how she'd met Phil: on the floor of Nibs' room in the boys' apartment. "Everything was going really well, until I talked to Peter, who essentially asked me to reject Phil because he wanted to date me instead." Wendy paused, avoiding his gaze as she felt rather embarrassed now that she was confessing it all aloud. "I'm just feeling stuck, I suppose. Of course, I care about both of them, so much, and the last thing I'd want to do is to hurt either of them. I just thought perhaps you might have insight, as someone who knows them both."

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The dismissive nature of Peter's answer told Nibs all he needed to know, in that nothing would change his answer. As much as he could question his friend's authority on everything, it wouldn't matter in the eyes of someone who'd been given the right to do so after years of compliancy. Nibs quickly sighed as he took note of this. This all came back to Phil anyway, it was strange to think Peter could easily reject someone that was actually fun while he still invited people like Pacifica to parties. Nibs was starting to thread together exactly why he had a problem with Wendy's date specifically but he wanted the other to admit it. "You hate Phil, why?"

Nibs was confused as to why Peter was confused, he thought his friend knew about Tink's date. It's not like the guy was a secret, he'd wondered if the other lost boys also didn't know. The guy had hung around her at nearly every recent event, it wasn't exactly hard to notice him. Unless, he supposed, one wasn't trying to notice Tink at all. "The guy she's been hanging around, Callan something. Have you not noticed her bringing him to all these parties?"

Peter nonchalantly shrugged, unconvinced by Nibs' attempt to consider. There was absolutely no chance that would be happening — of that, he was certain. Observing Nibs closely, Peter sensed a subtle difference in his demeanor today, meeting his gaze and tilting his head as if searching for something. After another casual shrug and a clap of his hands, Peter dismissed the matter with ease, not thinking too much of it. "No," he responded promptly, a smile playing on his face as he effortlessly brushed off any attempts to bring Phil closer into their lives. Peter wasn't one to overthink, and he believed his words settled the matter definitively.

"A date?" Peter questioned, furrowing his brows in confusion. Tink's words were confusing, and he couldn't comprehend her intentions. "With who?" he pressed on, the sense of confusion only deepening. She had just revealed something significant to him, only to leave with a date. It didn't quite make sense, but Peter wasn't upset about it in the least.

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Late-night calls from Tink weren’t so much of a surprise to him, they weren’t planned but they weren’t unwelcome in the slightest. Though this one, in particular, happened to spring up on him without warning more than usual, given it was the night after a big event, he’d figured she’d be too tired to talk. His groggy mind still under some amount of drowsiness was surely woken right up as he heard her voice on the other end of the phone call. He could already tell something was wrong, someone doesn’t spend as much time as one does with a friend as they do without knowing when the other is in distress. It was clear from her tone and words unsaid that something happened tonight, it didn’t take much convincing for Nibs to agree to meet with her.

To say Nibs rushed to get to the treehouse was an understatement, he hadn’t even gotten properly dressed, he just threw on the nearest jacket and shoes he could find just to make his way over. His mind couldn’t even imagine what could’ve transpired at the party, as far as he knew everyone had a fun time. But maybe he was also looking at it through his tunnel vision when he’d had such a good time himself. The smallest of light came from the treehouse, telling him Tink was already there. He’d reached the top of the ladder only to find his friend wiping away at tears, he’d never rushed over to hug her quicker. “No, it’s okay, really,” the last thing he wanted was for Tink to feel like she was a burden. In this case, sleep didn’t even matter when he knew his friend could use the comfort, sleep could wait. “What happened? Was it the party? Did something happen there?”

~timeskip~

Waking up at two am in a bed that wasn’t her own wasn’t a first for Tink, however it was her first time looking over and seeing one of her best friends at her side rather than a stranger or just friendly acquaintance. The sight of Terence’s sleeping form had the blonde’s heart dropping into her stomach as the memories of everything from last night came rushing back: Peter rejecting her and walking away without a single word whens he confessed her love for him, Terence then admitting his own feelings for her a short bit later, Tink making the first moves to kiss him, and then following him back to his place to have sex. And the moment she started to remember that last part, she sprung into action, sliding out of Terence’s arms with an efficiency that showed how often she had escaped a one night stand before. It only took a few moments for her to find her clothes and then she was out the door, pulling her phone out the moment she was in the night air and calling the first person she thought of. Though she thought she was holding it all together fairly well, something clearly gave away her distress as she asked the boy on the other line to meet her at the treehouse because he was quick to agree, despite the fact that it was the middle of the night.

Flying her way to the Lost Boys’ treehouse, it was no surprise that the fairy arrived before Nibs, and it was thankfully a good thing since it gave her a few more minutes to try to get the tears that had started falling on her way here under control. Only it was no use as they continued to fall as she heard the familiar sound of someone climbing up the ladder. Thankfully, they had slowed down, but even in the dim light of the lantern it was clear that the blonde had been sobbing. “Hey,” she greets weakly, trying her best to smile but hardly pulling it off. “Sorry for waking you up. I just… I really messed up.” In so many ways that Tink wasn’t even sure how to explain.

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It’s not that he ever felt uncomfortable around Wendy that it may have led to them not socializing as much, but more so that they had a mutual acquaintance who wasn’t exactly fond of Wendy that possibly divided them more than necessary. Nibs liked to think of himself as a neutral party in this situation but if he’d really stuck to that self-appointed label then he would know it wasn’t wise to interact with one of the sides more than the other. Regardless, he’d never been swayed by anything Tink might’ve said about her, in fact, he was one to shut down anything that could’ve been too nasty for anyone else’s ears.

“I’m good, thanks.” Nibs was a bit surprised to find him invited over, he couldn’t really think of what brought on the invitation only to him but he was more than happy to accept. “Yeah, who knew balls could be so fun?” It was hard not to chuckle at the unplanned suggestiveness of his own comment so he simply chewed on his bottom lip. He’d nodded along at the sentiments shared about the party, the masquerade itself was really fun. The drama that ensued… not so much. He cocked his head slightly, wondering if the whole love triangle situation was now going to be discussed or if, by any chance, this could be about anything significantly easier than dealing with that. “Sure, yeah, what do you need help with?”

who: wendy & @bravestboy where: the darling house

It was high time that Wendy talked to the only other one of her friends who truly knew Phil Deville. She had caught herself in possibly the worst pickle she had ever been in, between two people who she truly cared about. Per usual, Wendy attempted to go at this all with her head before she could begin to think with her heart, resulting in a pros-and-cons list that logically marked a crystal clear winner. The only downfalls she could think of were that it was awfully hard to dance with him, given his height, and that he didn't know her friends as well as Peter did.

She'd been waiting for the other shoe to drop, except, it simply hadn't. There were no reasons she could find that would preclude her from dating Phil. Somewhere, there had to be something she was missing, and perhaps their mutual friend could help her be the one to find it. "Do you want anything to drink? Coffee, tea, water ..." she trailed off, thinking over the options before taking a seat at her kitchen table. "I hope you had a lovely time the other night. The hotel was simply beautiful. I wish I had spent more time with you boys, but I, um, found myself in a bit of a mess that I may need your help with." Wendy didn't ask the boys for much, ever, nevermind emotional advice. "If you're willing, that is."

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“I thought that was more of a group discussion.” His comment wasn’t even meant to be taken seriously but seeing how quickly Peter shot it down made him feel like he wasn’t being heard out. It was the norm to go with what his friend had to say, a lot of Nibs’ actions, in fact, were dictated by his friend. However, Nibs didn’t exactly feel like blindly following his friend’s words at this time in particular. Especially when it came as a clear personal vendetta against Wendy’s date last night. “Gotta give the guy a chance, Pete, it’s not like any of us could like him more than you.” It wasn’t like him to be as mean-spirited as he was being but that potion from last night had a way of bringing out the worst in someone and right now, that meant having an attitude with someone he would never consider addressing as such.

Nibs used his meal as an excuse not to give a clear answer, instead, as he pushed the remaining food into his mouth, he contemplated if he should be honest about when he last saw their friend. On one hand, getting him to apologize to Tink as soon as possible could fix further damage but on the other hand, Tink probably wasn’t in the right space to talk to him just yet. “Nope,” this was a very rare occurrence, lying to Peter was really only done for pranks and jokes but this was dealing with something far more serious than that. “I think she left early with her date.”

"Cool, cool, cool," Peter nodded, his feet pacing around the room as his thoughts raced. The realization hit him that Phil might actually be good for Wendy, which meant, in reality, this man was competition. "I know," he answered, almost defensively. As Peter sat, he sighed deeply. So much had happened last night, and a part of him wanted to run away from it all. Feelings, with all their complications, were precisely what he wanted to avoid. This is why he wanted none of it. "He's not gonna be a Lost Boy though, that's an order," he immediately straightened up, making it clear to everyone that Peter wasn't going to recruit anyone soon, especially not the guy Wendy was having fun with.

Peter wanted to ask him more things, but at the end of the day, Nibs was right. If Wendy liked Phil, then there wasn't anything he could do. No amount of pixie dust, the tallest mountain, or the shiniest star could bring her back to him if she chose someone else. He wished he had figured all of this out sooner, back when there was no one else — but how was he supposed to hate himself when all he was doing was trying? Trying to figure his life out when he never needed to back then in the first place. "Have you seen Tink?" Peter asked him, bracing for anything.

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"You'd really be willing to wait forever for him?" Having known about Tink’s feelings for their mutual friend, he felt it was best to not get in the middle of it all. Nibs really didn’t want to complicate things so he remained silent and let everything ride out on its own, wanting only the best for both of his friends. However, things lent themselves to complexity only as the years passed by as feelings only grew and more people got caught in the mix. Nibs’ bystander role was now finding itself to be biased in Tink’s favor, seeing as how close they were to one another. This mainly affected how key her happiness was in this scenario, it pained him over how much agony this love situation could cause her. “Peter's the greatest, makes complete sense how anyone could be hung up on him." He took a pause before having to be straightforward in how he saw this. "But I feel like you're asking a lot out of a guy who can't take a hint. Love the guy but he's basically clueless." Nibs was more of a 'take action' kind of person, which is probably what lead to this piece of advice: "Nothing is going to happen if nothing happens, d'you get what I'm saying?"

Though she rolled her eyes at his remark, Tink wasn’t even going to deny it, considering it was the exact same thing she would have said if the situation had been reversed. “You already know I’m halfway in love with you. Don’t fish for compliments,” she jokes before turning her attention up to the sky and thinking over the questions he asked regarding her actual newfound crush. Why was it so bad liking Callan? He was great and they had a blast every time they hung out together. On paper he was exactly her type and things should be perfect but…. There was always just that one thing that got in the way. “Because Peter.” Really she felt like that was all that needed to be said but figured Nibs would likely ask for more of an explanation than just simply stating Peter’s name. “Because I still love him. And I don’t know how to get over him. I don’t know if I even want to get over him. It’s pathetic, still hanging on to this for so long but then… what if as soon as I decide to let it go, he’s ready?” Because in Tink’s mind that was the main thing that kept the two of them apart, the simple fact that Peter didn’t want anything romantic in his life yet.

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The grin on Nib's face only grew as he directed her to the dance floor. He found himself to be extremely fortunate that she’d agreed to teach him, his plans might’ve involved simply leaving the event all together if she’d said no. His attention was mainly directed to his feet making sure not to step on hers, but every so often he found the pleasure of stealing glances at her. “Sorry about that, I’ve never been to anything this fancy before. I should’ve brushed up on my manners on my way here.” His face briefly reddened at the sudden embarrassment but he quickly moved on, only wanting to learn from this moment for future reference. “It’s very nice to meet you, Alice. I’m Nibs, or — well, my friends call me Nibs. Full name’s Nicholas but you can call me Nibs, or whatever else you want to call me by.” Truly anything she'd wished to name him was alright with him, if she wanted to title him after the rabbit mask he wore then he would proudly accept it as long as she kept talking to him. "Does everyone grow up knowing how to do the waltz or are me and my friends just different?"

Alice the wallflower had almost planted roots by the time she was approached and asked to dance—or rather, asked to show him how to dance. She considered herself content to stand by and watch others as she let her imagination drift, inventing stories about the lives of those passing by to entertain herself, but she couldn’t deny a direct invitation to join in the festivities. Particularly when the young gentleman was asking for a favor. She never could resist following a well-dressed rabbit anyhow. “Not at all! I’m sure I could teach you the waltz in only a minute. It’s a simple box step,” she answered, offering her hand for him to lead her out onto the floor. Loath as she was to admit that her parents had been right about anything, it seemed the cotillion lesions she had dreaded in her youth were finally coming in handy as she was now putting that knowledge to use in real life. If only because this masquerade ball was a much more formal affair than many other parties of the day. “You know, it would be proper etiquette to introduce ourselves to our partner before dancing. I’m Alice.”

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Waking up the day after the halloween party was rough to say the least. Thankfully, Nibs had the smart idea of filling up a flask with the drink he’d enjoyed so much from last night. A couple sips already helped him feel like a functioning person again. That being said, he was still feeling weird after having to comfort Tink last night. He knew it could be a messy situation getting her feelings into mix with their mutual friend but he’d never expected that Peter could hurt her that badly.

Nibs, who was taking advantage of the quiet apartment, was already hatching out mental plans to check on Tink when Peter had disrupted his mealtime. This was quite awkward for him seeing as how this was the first time he could recall not wanting to be around his friend for once. In fact, his friend’s casual nature was only making him frustrated. How could Peter be fine while Tink was probably still agonizing over last night?

He’d tried pushing past this annoyment just to guage any sense of normalcy, he wasn’t one to usually hold contempt. “He’s a fun dude. Doesn’t take life too seriously, just does whatever he wants. Honestly, he’d make a pretty good lost boy.” Nibs didn’t want to distract the conversation with how he knew Phil to begin with so he didn’t bother bringing it up. What did grab his attention was how much Peter wanted to talk about Wendy. Not that he didn't mind the topic but how could his mind be on Wendy when it should be on making things right with Tink? “She does have a nice laugh... Why does it matter though? Shouldn’t this be Wendy’s own concern? As long as she likes him, that should be good enough.”

//closed starter //lottie's party @bravestboy

"Wendy says you're friends with this guy, Phil, right?" Peter inquired as he walked in on Nibs, who was sitting at the counter, munching on his morning cereal, even though it was the middle of the afternoon. Peter didn't bother with any introductions; he just wanted to know more about this other person. Perhaps, if Wendy ever decided that Peter wasn't the one for her, he hoped she'd find someone suitable. Someone who could make her laugh, inspire her dreams, and truly make her happy.

"What's he like?" he continued, taking a seat on the stool in front of Nibs, who seemed a bit annoyed that his quiet cereal-eating time had been interrupted. "Is he funny? Does he make her laugh? She deserves to laugh. She has a nice laugh," Peter added, sighing softly.

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closed starter for @alicelyttle location: masquerade ball

Nibs could not remember when it started, yet for some reason, his eyes could not leave the sight of a vision in a purple dress. He was stunned by the beauty that he was able to see that it now became his mission to get to know the girl behind the mask. Donned in his own rabbit-themed disguise, Nibs found the opportunity to get near her as she stood along the sidelines of the party. “Excuse me,” He gained a sudden case of dry mouth as she’d looked his way, he’d nervously chuckled through it. “Do you think you could do me a favor? Y’see I’ve been dying to get on this dance floor for the past 30 minutes, but the problem is I don’t really know how to dance to these slow songs they keep playing. So I’m wondering, if it’s not a bother, would you mind showing me?” The fact that he could even catch a second of her attention was enough to leave him elated in the choice he made to show up tonight, if she could spare more time with him than this brief conversation then he would rightly deem himself to be the luckiest guy in the world.

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From the screams, Nibs could tell he should be preparing for some news and getting comfortable to chat about something for a while. He’d laid on his side, ready for her to say what she had in mind. “Aw, you’re finally admitting you’re in love with me,” he teased, hoping it would bring some levity. There was something stressful when it came to the discussion of boys in Tink’s life, it probably stemmed from the fact that he knew more than anyone else about her feelings. It was a tough job to keep, especially when it involved one of their close friends but Nibs held the secret close to him as to not make things messy. “I get the sense that you don’t like this happening. Why? What’s so bad about liking this one?”

closed starter for @bravestboy location: lost boys' apartment

Dropping down onto her best friend’s bed, Tink reached up to grab one of his pillows and without any hesitation placed it on top of her face and let out a long but muffled scream. A moment passed after she finished where she kept the pillow where it was before finally removing it to take a deep breath. “I think I have a crush,” she finally admits, not even bothering to beat around the bush. There was no point in trying that when it came to Nibs, she knew she’d end up just telling him everything in the end. He was the only person she’s ever opened up about her feelings for Peter and the one lost boy that knew the most about her disaster of a love life as a whole. Keeping a secret from him was harder than anyone else, especially when it came to matters of the heart. Nibs was simply the person she trusted most with things like that. “And no, I don’t mean Peter. Or Dash. This one’s new.”

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"Have you eaten anything today?" -Cubby

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“Actually, yes! Have you? Please tell me you haven’t because I have a surprise.” Nibs was never really too keen on figuring out the logistics of where his next meals came from but this time was different. After wrapping up a day of shooting he found the whole spread left by craft service to be too good to go to waste. So with a backpack full of small treats and mini bottles of water, Nibs returned to share his small feast with his roommates. “You have to try this blueberry muffin,” He’d reached deep into his bag for where he’d left said muffin. By the time he’d found it and managed to take it out of his bag, it didn’t look as edible as it would’ve been had it kept its original shape. Still, he held it out for the other to try. “Seriously one of the best things I’ve ever had.”

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"We should get a pet." - Slightly

“You are so reading my mind right now, dude.” It wasn’t hard to get Nibs excited over something, nor was it much of a struggle to get him to go along with a plan, especially one already in motion. This one just so happened to move along faster than it would’ve thanks to his own efforts at an idea he’d already begun. “I think I’ve made friends with this stray cat that hangs around the corner. I say we give it a couple more days to gain trust and we could probably bring it back to the apartment within the week. We might have to deal with, like, rabies and having to feed it but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” While an exciting objective to get in over their heads about, the two would have to take into account how their roommates would feel as well about a pet. “None of the boys are allergic, right?”

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