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gives you another hat.

               ❛   uh,  orlando?   you've been giving me an awful lot of hats lately —— is there something that you're trying to tell me?   ❜

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cxmpendium replied to your post:  ooc.   /  i should. probably have more threads...

OMG YOU HAVE A GAIUS *GRABBY HANDS* I WILL EVENTUALLY BE ADDING LONQU AND CHROM!

 ooc.   /  YOOOOOO I JUST SAW YOUR FE MUSES && I’M NUTTING.

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 ooc.   /  i should. probably have more threads here soon. i'll make a starter call again eventually; for now, i'm gonna link my other blogs which i'm slightly more active in if you ever wanna hmu!! you can find me both at @emissicius && @sugarstolen!

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Happy belated birthday, gives you a hat.

              ❛   oh,  thanks for remembering  ——  still not putting the hat on, though.   ❜

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“Well…?” 

The cigarette rested in his fingers and pushed into the ash tray. Eyes levelling his friend coolly. “Are you feeling better now?” Jonny inquired. Refusing to break away eye contact with Vincent’s, he had been terribly worried about him; though, not that he’d truly ever admit more than how the car dealership owner truly felt. However, Jonny could at least admit it.

                 UNDIVIDED ATTENTION GIVEN,  head looked up from the table; face FILLED with concerns  &&  troubled countenance  ——  yet, bags under his eyes were no more!   the hell that was being in a relationship  &&  cheating on someone while in a relationship had ended.   (  when was it that you heard her call?   her soft, gentle hand GRAB YOUR WRIST  &&  pull you to her:  yes...   freedom.   )   smile formed on lips, albeit weak  &&  brief, for it reverts to the FROWN that had previously been presented for all to see.     &&  now, he speaks.

       ❛   better?   well...   i certainly feel something, that's for sure.   ❜     sigh left his lips,  hand comes up to scratch the back of his head  —  like a child presenting a project,  unsure of what to say.     ❛   free, for one.   been a while since i felt this way...   i feel more rested, too!   but there's still a lot on my mind, y'know?   ❜     free at last, but mind still clogged with sin.   do you regret it?   do you regret this freedom you don't deserve?   YOU SHOULD.

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『 ARCHER. 』— ;

- You sound like a high school boy who doesn’t want to believe a gossippy rumor they’ve heard about. You seem very passionate about the subject of cheating that is… also, when you talk to your friends, you’re quite loud. Catherine, was it?”

Money is thrown on the counter. Next glass is just one of water to clear his head.

- I never really got good sleep, but it’s been worst. So I guess stressful society made it more common bouhou, what a sad world we live in. Not even able to get the basic needs fulfilled. What? Do you want to know the amount of melatonine I take before going to bed and share the tips with your friends?”

                 HOW LOUD WAS HE?!  for a man to even know the name of a girl he only spoke of to his friends   (  && he was sure quite secretively at that!  ),   the idea was incomprehensible.   damn it all,  DAMN IT ALL!   should he be any louder, news will leak  &&  REACH HER.   ——— no, no,  a deep breath must be taken;  jumping the gun will only cause conflict.

              ❛   m - melatonine  — -  no!   look, i needed to tell you something regarding the lack of sleep.   ❜     &&  truly, even he doesn't know what to ask in respect to!   the saddest of the bunch, the obvious of the bunch:  ordinary.   perhaps he can somehow find a sense of connection within this topic?   gut instinct told him that, at least.   ❛   hey,  i've lost some sleep, too  —  scratch that, a LOT of sleep in the past few days.   so have a lot of people.   i don't think it's necessarily a coincidence,  &&  it's got nothing to do with that rumor either, alright?   so, don't get any ideas on that.   ❜

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『 ORLANDO. 』— ;

“Man don’t even joke about that. Nothing was stolen, we just had a little…. thing going on, you know over the night.” And it ended just as fast as well, over the night. Though the sex was great he felt kind of bad about it. Only a bit, thats it. 

It was nice though, ah warmth. 

 Than again. 

 “You should really be my wing man next time.”

                 FRUSTRATED SIGH ESCAPED HIM,  his friend truly hasn't changed at all  —  from sleeping around to getting DRUNK   (  hypocritical thought;  isn't that what you're doing?  ),   to even, maybe, getting himself robbed by a woman he slept with.   jeez, talk about surprising.   then again, it's his childhood friend  ——  the one he knows better than the man himself.

              ❛   wing man?   you're...   a bit strange, not gonna lie to you there, man.   but, i guess i'll be your wing man  —  but, nothing that's like cheating.   all i'll do is push some girl towards your direction.   ❜

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『 REIJI. 』— ;

            ❛  aaah —— that’s nice to hear !! i was worried either way, though. it’s             what i’m here for … ah —— well, i try, but i can’t really fight off my own             nightmares as well as you fought yours.  ❜

            maybe it was because reiji’s nightmares weren’t caused by someone             in particular, but more his own demons, memories, haunting him. it             wasn’t something that was bound to a person in particular, or rather, it             wasn’t anymore. the person it was bound to, had been long gone. it             was a reality he had chosen to live on with, but no one said it didn’t take             it’s toll on the idol at times. and it had been one of those times that reiji             had stumbled upon vincent, in this very bar, months back. perhaps he             could consider it a bit of luck, or perhaps fate.

                 SMILE REMAINS ON LIPS,  becoming sheepish in nature  &&  the dorkiness that normally attributed with him BECOMING evident once more.   ahah, smiling  &&  laughing like this felt euphoric once more;  such a familiar ability, once alien to him, had returned once his problems were solved.   (  it's kind of SCARY.  )   life had changed,  yet some things remain the same:  perhaps, that is the work of LIFE  &&  freedom working with one another!   or, perhaps it is the help he received from from his friend  ———  certainly feasible, for the enthusiastic person had always been the one to inspire.

              ❛   hey,  come on.   what's that type of talk?   ❜     SOFT  chuckle,  &&  a fist comes up to lightly punch reiji's arm  —— gesture filled with nothing but the quality of kindness.   peculiar one for him.     ❛   you helped me rid of my own nightmares, right?   it's only FAIR i give you a hand at the very least.   don't worry about it!   ❜

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 ooc.   /  god damn you vincent && ur inability to smile.

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Get a hat.

                              ❛   like that  UGLY  fedora?!   thanks,  but no thanks!   ❜

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『 ORLANDO. 』— ;

A loud sigh as he droops, but than a smile overcomes his face just a bit, like just a fraction of a bit, its more like a tired sigh of a man who wants to see something but can’t. 

 “Man oh man, how do I describe her, skin dark as chocolate, eyes that just capture you in their gaze. And man, her smile. “

Another sigh. 

 “Shame though after she helped me into a hotel room, She left. I didn’t even get her number.” He would not say though that through his drunken phase he could have slept with her. 

                 SMILE FORMS ON LIPS,  &&  he can't help but let a chuckle escape;  this sounded like orlando's type alright.   guy always had a thing for the most prominent physical features   (  where, oh where did the mentions of cleavage go?   he wasn't some stranger who just met him yesterday.  ).   a sigh escapes lips,  unimpressed at his friend's luck with the girl.

              ❛   you sure she didn't just STEAL from you?   not to sound rude or anything, man, but  you do seem a bit FANCY!   for you to go to a women's wrestling match, too?   jeez, hope you didn't lose a single dollar.   ❜

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『 REIJI. 』— ;

            ❛  i don’t mind, you’re right. i guess if you don’t have to be at             work, it’s alright to stay longer ——— don’t worry about me.              i’m glad to be here —— finally.  ❜

            he sipped his glass and looked the other over. the heavy bags             that had formed under his eyes a week or so back were almost             completely gone. he had been worried, he had to admit, to see             a friend in pain, not entirely being able to help, but luckily vincent             had been smart enough to break it off with the both of them.             katherine wasn’t a bad influence per se, but after hearing vincent             talk about how she forced a lot onto him, it was for the best.

            ❛  — sorry, i can’t help but feel glad for you, but then again, i don’t,             knowing how you’re feeling.  ❜

       SIP TAKEN FROM BEER,  a sigh of content one the glass no longer has contact with rosy lips.   rough, but smooth lips;   the PERFECT contradiction.   glass is set down on the counter once more;  &&  he wonders if this had been the best choice?   (  did you make the right choice?   the just choice for you or the ones you LOVED && LUSTED FOR?  )   no, complicated subjects were not to race through the mind of a fool who desired nothing but freedom.   time, as it passed now, was with his friend who had assisted him in spite of the emotional turmoil.     what more could he need?

              ❛   don't worry about it.   i've been feeling pretty good, i'd like to think  ——  calming, really...   having a good night's sleep is great.   hope you're getting enough sleep yourself, though.   ❜

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                                         WRITING MEME.

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『 ARCHER. 』— ;

In a dream.

Archer remained silent for a few moments, thinking about his options. Everyone around at this point introduced themselves. He could remember the guy’s name perfectly given it was on everyone’s mouth…

/ In a dream.

― … Vincent.” He whispered, before shaking his head. “Not my name, but yours, right?” He thought he must have overheard it. “I’m Archer.”

He preferred omitting his last name for once, didn’t want to bring the trouble his family name could make around him.

― You sound so adamant about this curse business, almost seem like you’re guilty of it. Oh, by the way, that waitress’ number isn’t for me. She just looked like she might need some company and I happen to have a friend who might need some too.”

In a dream.

― I’m Archer. Let’s just… go get this question answered and be done with tonight, alright? At some point it will stop, right? Every night, every goddamn night, I keep seeing his face and I try to fucking get away from him, but he keeps coming back and back, just like with everyone else! We’re all in the same fucking boat but it doesn’t change anything..!”

/ In a dream.

The CEO chugged down the rest of his drink, slamming it on the bar counter.

― I’ll be going now. And looking at the bags under your eyes; you haven’t been sleeping well lately either so…”

       A SHARED NAME?  a fool he is — for a moment or so,  for the stranger's real name comes to light;  &&  how familiar it was!   the name rung bells of familiarity in his head   (  YOU'VE HEARD THIS NAME BEFORE  ——  the name he just said, you heard it somewhere.   WHERE?  ),  albeit not prompting a headache much like the necklace did;  peculiar,  to say the least.   presently, the time was not to be FICKLE over something as rudimentary as one's name.   focus was more centered at the certain baseless allegation.   an impulsive nature of his prevented him from even paying attention to the second half of the other's speech.

              ❛   HEY — — - !   look, i've got nothing to be guilty about!   i just DON'T  believe in something as  stupid  as a curse!   ❜     were those words true?   did he mean them?   fear of being cursed for cheating  — - is that not natural?   unnatural...   (  a CHEATER like you deserves the curse of eternal suffering.  )   after those dreams can he really decide on the naturality of things?     no answer.

                                                      DREAM.

       ATTENTIVE EARS LISTENED:  companion's hopeful wishes,  &&  gray hues stared at the sheep as it spoke of its desires: its nightmares.   truly, not one knew of their fate should they reach the TOP  —  the only motive they had to climb was the assumption that they'd be saved.     (  saved?   do they deserve it?    is death their divine retribution?  )     perhaps  small  conversation  was    necessary.

       ❛   calm down.   look, i promise that it's gonna end if we keep CLIMBING!   no one's working alone here, alright?   the few of us WILLING to work with one another is all we need.   archer, keep climbing man  ——  sooner or later, we'll all escape.   i promise.   ❜     promise he can't keep...

       ❛   huh?   wait, hold up.   ❜     instinctively, a hand reaches out  &&  grabs the CEO's wrist.   this guy seemed too familiar  &&  rather suspicious to just let him leave like that.   any lingering feelings of hatred or anger pushed to the side for now,  focused on the other male.     ❛   you aren't...   sleeping well either?   hey, me  &&  a lot of the people the same.   out of curiosity, do you have dreams you don't remember, too?   ❜