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◂ * james logan‌:

honestly, she was exhausted after a long day writing. it seemed like it would be such a menial task, but it managed to drain her emotionally and physically, so a distraction was exactly what she felt she needed and damian was always perfect for that, even if it was just food and talking, or more. she had just finished putting the last of her lyrics away when she heard the bell ring, “coming,” she said and turned to answer the door, “hey stranger,” she said, eyes widening at the sight of the pizza boxes, “has anyone ever called you an angel? because that’s exactly what you are right now,” she said as she grabbed the boxes from him, “come on in,” she said as she headed to the kitchen to set the boxes down. “so what have you been up to today?” she asked as she grabbed a slice.

❛hola bonita❜ he greeted her in a soft spanish before placing a kiss on her cheek. letting himself in on the place he knew very well already, he had been at logan’s home a million times.  ❛a few times, not going to lie❜ he laughs. he follows her to the kitchen.  ❛I’ve been in the studio, I have a new project in mind but it’s still in the works so that’s all. I made a few calls too, and then I saw you needed a hero so here I am❜ he winks at her showing a cocky smile.        

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❛ ▹ @victoriotss​ 

he never said no to a couple of drinks with vic. they were best friends after all, and damian knew he could count on his boy whenever he was starting to feel a little bit blue. after sending a message, they decided to meet at a bar near where victorio was living so they could word vomit what they had in their minds, it always ended up being an interesting night when they were together and he was not expecting any less from tonight. 

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❛ ▹ @logcns​

he wasn’t exactly horny but it seemed like logan needed company and he was more than okay with being her company. he exits the studio and stops by one of the most famous LA italian restaurants to get two pizzas, because he can’t decide just for one. after a while he arrives at logan’s place, taking the food out along with a bottle of vodka and a six pack beer for himself, because honestly he was not in the mood for vodka to fuck up his life---again. he rings the doorbell, waiting for the girl to open. 

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╰ ◦ ⊵  .  james logan‌:

logan: was hoping for something a bit stronger logan: but ig i can make beer work 

𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙣: ...vodka? it’s a tuesday but alright 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙣: I can be there in 30 min if you can hang in there, i need to finish some shit

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╰ ◦ ⊵  .  james logan‌:

logan: throw in some drinks and you have yourself a deal

𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙣: ayeee that’s my girl 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙣: beers are okay?

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╰ ◦ ⊵  .  james logan‌:

logan: not complaining, i just know my priorities right now and it’s food first, anything else later logan: definitely pizza

𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙣: we can order a pizza first :) i have no problem with that 

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╰ ◦ ⊵  .  james logan‌:

logan: your type of distraction doesn’t usually involve food

𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙣: it has involved food before...or after, what are you complaining for? 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙣: what kind of food are you craving anyway?

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╰ ◦ ⊵  .  james logan‌:

logan: been writing nonstop all day today logan: my brain is literal mush right now logan: i need a distraction and food asap

𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙣: I can offer a distraction bonita  

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have you ever wanted to trade lives with anyone? who?

❛If I could be Al Pacino then fuck yes, but he’s my only option.❜

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what's it like being a dad?

❛---come again?, a dad? dude I have no idea. unless I have a kid I don’t know about, if so let me know❜

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whats your favorite color

❛purple, it’s dope❜

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