cxrnelius

[cxrnelius]

ᴛᴀꜱᴋ ᴏɴᴇ - ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴀɢʟɪɴᴇ ?

“ i’m staying positive, but I’m pretty sure this is where we die. ”

often the one to devise a plan bordering on thrill-seeking, arlo regularly seems to find himself uttering this line before heading off to explore, typically dragging another alongside him. there's a sense of rushed preparedness, and despite his over confidence in the moment to appease the one he's roped into his plan, there's a flash of uncertainty in the outcome when in moments of reflection. whether it be a first time ice fishing, heliskiing or a trip into town, there seems to be a touch of longing for a greater adventure.

this one off line is only ever said to the cameras, as he's not wanting for his companions to hear it themselves when in the trenches ( both literally and figuratively ) beside him. the fans find it amusing, but the line itself has yet to make its way onto a tote bag or baby tee.

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eyes glancing between the two metal shapes, the man's lips press together in a firm line, " uh, let's go with the star ? " the NEXT best symbol to that of a snowflake for winter, wasn't it? " was that the right guess ? if not, let's pretend i answered heart the first time. " leaning against the counter, his attentions shifts to the cookie dough, plucking a chocolate chip from the dough and tossing it into his mouth. " do you remember last year when we attempted to make cookies and we forgot the sugar ? "

❆ closed starter for @cxrnelius location: kitchen

"star or heart?" shanley asked, holding a star and heart shaped cookie cutter in each hand. eyes shifting from the rolled out cookie dough on the counter then back to the man before squinting her eyes at him, "...i'm trying to put my choice in your head. so it'll be yours too..."

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SNL 2019

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cabin living room w/ ( @darcyhstngs ! )

bundled beneath several blankets, the man adjusted his position on the couch, removing bits of fabric blocking his field of vision as he attentively watched the film on screen. " i was somewhat hoping for one of the SILENT movies like last time. i enjoyed narrating the characters with my wide variety of accents, " arlo jested, nudging the woman beside him. over the years, he'd found himself growing more intrigued by the black and white films darcy enjoyed so much, welcoming every suggestion. so it was an obvious move to watch a collection of films together when reunited.

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element w/ ( @elarafms ! )

with live jazz swelling throughout the room, the man found himself transfixed as the instruments swirled together in unison. he stilled in his seat, waiting for the lull in between songs before speaking to the other across from him, " are you enjoying yourself, el ? " the question itself left vague. between the music, and the attentive wait staff, arlo felt as if he were slacking in the conversational department. between the flavorful courses and inviting cocktails and the music itself, it was becoming more and more difficult to divert his attention. " especially being reunited with the snow once again. "

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brows raising in the others direction, a knowing smile fell across his features. " as long as it's not bordering tacky, right? " the man pressed, his fingers tapping against the thermos of coffee between his hands. " i'll tag along too, buddy system and all, " arlo continued, walking alongside the other, " you doing anything this week? they have a bunch of cool music sets later this week. "

         “ It’s totally cliché, ” Nicky responded, a reusable cup of flavored latte in his hand and observing Arlo. “ Let’s go skating, ” he decided, then took a few gulps. Tiramisu latte, huh? It wasn’t bad at all. “ Lemme grab my skates then. ”

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" would you ? " arlo pressed, beaming as he trailed behind. although he needn't ask, he knew that when fixed with an idea, shanley would follow through, especially when for a friend. at her poking, a scoff falls from his lips, feigning offense as he raises a hand to his chest as if winded. " you've been talking to nicky a little TOO much, " the man suggests, his tone light, clearly teasing the woman as he pinches at her side - his thumb catching on her puffer jacket. " i foolishly assumed i'd be rooming with him again, but you're my saving grace so it seems. i don't think we'd be welcomed back if it came down to nicky and i staying together. " as the pair entered the rink, arlo found himself somewhat surprised at the near emptiness, his face revealing so, as he glanced between the ticketing station and the ice itself. " you wouldn't be able to stop me if i did ... i'm too fast, " he banters, a grin spreading across his features as he inches towards the front desk - his body turned towards the woman. " but i suppose i could take it easy on you .... for the price of a hot chocolate after all this. "

"i will personally request they have a toto hour." shanley smiled as she followed the path to the rink. stopping at the front door, her hands reaching for the door handle, "wait," tilting her head back, "who said you weren't one already?" she joked, pushing the entrance doors open. as they entered the lobby, shanley quickly noticed how vacant the rink was, only a couple of people ahead of them in line for skates and a handful of others on the ice. she stood beside the other, eyes wandering around the area before falling onto the man, "you're not gonna show off, right?" she teased with a cocked brow, "like not skate circles around me because it's what you do for a living."

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" you know how i feel about cheesy 80s music, " arlo grinned, raising his brows in the woman's direction before motioning for her to lead the way. " as long as they play toto, i won't throw a fit ... otherwise, i might be a TERRIBLE roommate the remainder of the trip. i apologize in advance. "

"given that i'm a shit skier, i'd say skating is your best idea." she replied, a finger pointing in the direction of the indoor rink, "plus i heard they're playing cheesy 80s music today."

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sinking into an accent chair, arlo offers a nod in agreement. " should we have an extremely public tiff right here in the living room ? maybe our communication is a bit too clear ... beyond crystal to be exact, " he clarifies, perking slightly in the seat before continuing, " and we can't stand it any longer ... it's been years in the making. " settling back into the fixture, the man raises his heels onto the stool before him, admiring the details adorning the wooden carved feature before meeting his friends gaze. a slight pause falls upon him, before the corners of his mouth tilt upwards, " i appreciate the offer, mav. " and he does. for once there's no INKLING of humor in his tone. his mind having exhausted all possibilities of what the next week could look like given his current roommate and their more recent encounters upon their arrival. " i'm sure i'll swing by one night regardless ... a week is far too long for nicky and myself to be separated. i mean, who else will feed him his nightly banana if not me ? "

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" this reminds me of our pre-season bonding trip — though i guess drama is ENCOURAGED over here rather than an emphasis on clear communication. " a chuckle leaves mav as he settles on an ottoman, foot drawn up casually so he can rest his arm on it. the roommate assignments hadn't escaped his notice, and while in most cases he's content to watch and chuckle from the sidelines, arlo is his bro. " you're always welcome to crash with nicky and me — plenty of room to go around — if, y'know, you need a moment. "

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mid-friday morning @ the lodging center ( open ! )

" is it cliché if i suggest we go skating first or should we hit the slopes ? " the man wondered aloud, his gaze drifting between the crowds moving around them.

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lips pressing into a firm line, arlo stilled, his mind lingering on her spoken words. what fears were there for him to overcome ? what fears did he have at all ? it wasn't something that he often thought of, surely there were things he didn't like, more so preferences, but not enough to be considered as a fear. although it seemed to make him more curious as to what the other may consider.a list of fears for herself. " i think those odds work in your favor, " the man noted, gently nudging the woman with his elbow. certainly the graphics in the movie by now had become more outdated, less GHASTLY, there was a likelihood of the pair making it through the entirety of the film. reaching for the bag of peanut m&m's in his lap, arlo extended the candy towards the other in silence as he stared forward at the screen. " there's a lot of candy stocked in here, let me know if you want any. " his words left him in a hushed whisper, angling his neck in a manner to ease the treat beyond his lips. " they even bought hot tamales . "

"i had to start somewhere, right? don't you have any fears you'd like to me overcome?" she asked. though for aranya, the list was too long, and the genre of horror was one of her more plausible options to tackle. "a very solid 25%. but that just means my odds are three to four of it going well." if anything, she'd make an excuse to wash off her face mask in the off chance that she got too scared. the plan was fool-proof, by aranya's standards. there was no time like now to grow a bit tougher. "alright, i promise," she replied, shooting him a smile before turning her eyes towards the brightened screen. this was fine... everything was fine. even if her face said otherwise, opening scene rolling.

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arlo: what we uncover might be shocking. arlo: we'll need to make sure we have protection. arlo: like a vile of holy water or a four leaf clover. arlo: i don't think we want to unearth his subconscious mind - i'm assuming there's some taylor swift lyrics buried deep within.

𝐦𝐬𝐠 𝐟𝐭. 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨 🌽

shanley: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRpkegJg/ shanley: me. you. & brother nick should play this. shanley: i think it would be hilarious to watch him guess tswift lyrics.

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threading a hand through his hair, the man eyes the woman beside him with feigned astonishment. " oh, so you're a cheater now ... , " he drawls, amusement evident in his voice as his arms cross against his chest. with his back pressing into the cushion, he eyes the stilled instruction on screen. he'd somehow need to find a less advanced video, even if it was rated highly for beginners. " well, maybe you'll have to teach me how to crochet instead, since you're much better off doing that i assume. " a gleam in his eye as he twists his body towards her, his legs crossing atop the cushion. at the mention of trying on, arlo swallowed thickly, tugging at his shirt collar theatrically, " is this a TRAP ? " arlo wonders, his words accompanied by a chortle as his arms move to rest at his side. " i can't imagine the nearest swim shop is close by, " he adds, his thumb absentmindedly tracing the needle's point. " but i wouldn't mind the drive ... i'd do just about anything to never see this piece of yarn again. "

shanley shrugged, glancing at her lap once again "i may have cheated..." her voice trailing off, eyes shifting to meet his face, "i know how to crochet a bit. and some of the steps are the same," letting out a small chuckle. "but then it lost me at that whole turning your work to start the next row part." seems like she's going to have to stick to crocheting instead. her eyes rolled as he paused the video, taking this move as a recess from this exhausting and embarrassing lesson. throwing her sorry excuse for a scarf beside her and nodding her head along as he spoke, "yeah, significantly less," she quipped with a smirk "... it's a brilliant idea. but unfortunately, i don't even have the patience to make that." her shoulders dropping, head hanging before perking up in the same second, "i'd prefer to go bathing suit shopping and try on all the different suits. have a little dressing room fashion show. i mean, doesn't that sound way better?"

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with a loose grip on a whisk and the other hand firmly planted on the bowl, arlo works steadily as he rotates the glass in the same circular pattern. a light chuckle sounding throughout the room at the others denial. " well then, i must be thinking of another goalie, " the man banters, tapping the metal instrument against the glass bowl to shake off any excess. " that sounds VERY tasty ... chunky or creamy ? " arlo questions, scooping the bowl into his hand. not that there would be a huge contrast in taste one way or another, but naturally, he leaned chunky. moving with leisure across the kitchen, he settles the bowl onto the island, nodding in the other's direction. " anything ELSE good in there ? " he wonders, his palms rubbing together as he glances at the assortment of items on the counter. " pistachios ... wasabi almonds , " the man notes aloud, popping the bag of almonds open, " have you ever tried the wasabi flavored kit-kat ? "

mav and cooking get along just fine, though he doesn't think that arlo and his processes mesh too well together. he has his routines, yes, but when it comes to food, he usually just eye balls things — and well, it has yet to fail him. he's not one to comment on sticklers for the recipe, either — everyone has their way of doing things, and in the end, there's something tasty to eat. " i have no idea what you mean, " mav says loftily, though there's a clear tone of amusement in his voice. he knows his taste buds are fairly well known to be . . . unique. he pokes through the cupboard he opened, snagging a bag of pistachios, some peanut m&ms, and a can of wasabi flavored almonds, stacking them on the counter beside him. the last are just for him to eat — he doesn't really expect to be able to convince arlo to let him add them. " there's a huge jar of peanut butter in here too, " mav reports. " that could be tasty. "

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pointer finger waggling, arlo nods firmly once, " a swarm of 'em completely covering nicky and mine ? i think i oughta be BOOTED for even suggesting it. don't let him know it's even in the talking stages. " not that nicky would likely consider it, although it made him wonder what he'd have to do in order to get ostracized by the other. " i won't deny how good that sounds, although i naturally sleep with seven pillows, so i can't imagine what adding stuffed animals into the mix would do. i feel like they'd get tussled with in the night. " a likely case - plushies scattered throughout the room as a result of interfering with his personal space. after swiping his spoon into the counter, arlo eased against the counter top, " where are you going to find a hunk in this cabin ? ... unless you're aiming for one of the camera guys, " the man mumbles after a moments thought. " not if this newfound hunk can not only spoon you, but spoon feed you! .... i'll offer my services to you as your wing man. "

" i haven't suggested anything! " he shrugs dramatically, then looks away and blinks a few, pretending to be innocent. " i don't know what or how you packed, you very well could've done a stack just like me! " but there are few that probably brought that many suitcases, so he instead plunks the spoon from arlo, waiting his turn to dig in. " any which way you roll around, you're surrounded by something soft. it's the best way to sleep -- " a pause, then a devious smile as he guns for a clean dollop of peanut butter on his spoon. " -- that, or a total hunk letting me wrangle myself around him like an octopus. " he lets out a bit of a wistful sigh licking the end of his spoon. " i'm going to freeze to death and starve. "

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@tillyosbournes 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝: 🌠

🌠 if you were in charge of the world, what would the world look like?

" ideally, i'd like to contribute to a world where every voice is heard and no one’s needs go unmet. i'm not entirely sure how feasible that is, but in this reality of my own creation i'd like to think it's possible ... oh, and no open toed shoes. "