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"Dude, what? Why?" Devin laughed at Malia's claim she had been staying in her lane. Then again, in the time since she had met her half-sister, she hadn't known her to do anything all that wild. Maybe that's just what life was like once you hit your mid-20s. To be polite, Devin didn't outwardly scoff at the gossip Malia did give her, but her tone was sardonic when she responded. "She had to get a job? You're fucking kidding. Talk about cruel and unusual punishment." Pressing her lips together before she could laugh at her own words, Devin turned the volume up one notch on the radio, and then a second notch so it would be at a number ending in zero. "Well I think it's real nice of everyone to hold it together so I didn't miss out on the good shit. S'not like I haven't been too swamped in my own drama to enjoy camp gossip anyway. Can I tell you a secret?"

Malia wondered if her definition of batshit crazy was the same as Devin's, and genuinely mulled it over. "Hmmmm. I've actually been really peaceful and staying in my lane this year," she said, sounding a little sad about it. "So I don't have anything really wild going on. I've been emotional support for Faust, though. She's be going throuuuugh it. She lost a car, and! Her dad cut her off!" Malia couldn't help the look of disgust and pity on her face. "And she had to get a job at the garage with a weirdo coworker. It's honestly so tragic. I even called her dad for her but he was like," she put on a fake deep voice, "she's gotta learn a lesson. I was like, just don't give my dad any ideas! But that's it, really. Nothing very exciting."

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On the grand list of living things Devin didn't want to accidentally send flying through her windscreen, Malia ranked a solid second, one place behind her dog and tied with a newborn baby. She grimaced at the expression on her sister's face. It was good enough of Malia to agree to sit in her old-as-balls truck, she didn't want to give her reason to stress the whole time. "Shit, for real, my bad," Devin apologized again, even going so far as to check over her shoulder before she pulled further out onto the street. Once they were fully on the road and Devin had settled into a perfectly safe speed only eight miles over the posted limit, she let herself glance over at Malia again. "So did I miss anything like, batshit crazy while I was gone that my friends wouldn't know about?"

Malia's palm smacked the front dash as she braced herself. Irritation ran clear across her face, but she shook her hair back from her face. "It's okay," she said in a neutral tone, meaning it wasn't really okay but she was being nice about it since it was her sister. Malia took a deep breath and sat back in the seat. "That guy was in the wrong." She eyed the radio; she had kind of liked the song that was playing, but kept that to herself. "Be careful though because an airbag to my face would ruin my day."

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Devin slapped a hand against Reid's sternum in admonishment even as she laughed at his complaints. "Fucking shut your mouth, dumbass, you wanna walk? I'm driving you to your crunchwrap supreme." One hand on the steering wheel, Devin cranked the volume all the way up when the next song that came up on the Bon Jovi's Greatest Hits CD that had been marinating in her truck's audio player since 2017 was 'It's My Life'. "Fuck, this guy gets it," she yelled over the stereo. "Anyway, my ghost couldn't eat shit. It would phase right through my intestines, idiot."

"Yeah, get fucked!" Reid shouted out the window as Devin sped off. He, like Devin, never used a crosswalk but that wasn't the point, okay? "Ten minutes?" More whining, but there was laughter in Reid's tone. "What if I die before then? Will you feed my ghost a crunchwrap?" They'd missed Devin, even having visited her here and there. Fuck, it was good to have her back. "I would feed your ghost two crunchwraps, so."

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Devin shoved at Reid's face when they insulted her driving, clearly not actually insulted considering she was laughing the whole time. When the person who had walked in front of her car flipped them off, Devin's expression soured, and she rolled down Reid's window, leaning all the way over their lap while her truck was stopped in the middle of the road. "Learn what a fucking crosswalk is, asshole!" she yelled after them, as though she wasn't a chronic jaywalker herself. "Jesus," she muttered, sitting back in her seat. "Some people." Giving a middle finger out her window to the car who honked after having to stop behind her, Devin floored it and sped down the street with her eyes finally on the road. "Not long. Gimme like, ten mins and we'll be there."

Rear view mirror, check. Parking brake off, check. Looking forward through the windshield? Maybe she missed that part for a few seconds. The song that came on when her truck started up was just so not the vibe, and that seemed a more immediate problem than the vague possibility someone would decide to jaywalk in front of her car while she pulled out of the parking spot. Which they did.

Slamming on the breaks seconds before she could hit them, Devin winced when she could hear her passenger slam against the front of their seatbelt at the sudden stop. "Fuck, sorry. In my defense, I haven't been behind the wheel in like, over a fucking year.

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Rear view mirror, check. Parking brake off, check. Looking forward through the windshield? Maybe she missed that part for a few seconds. The song that came on when her truck started up was just so not the vibe, and that seemed a more immediate problem than the vague possibility someone would decide to jaywalk in front of her car while she pulled out of the parking spot. Which they did.

Slamming on the breaks seconds before she could hit them, Devin winced when she could hear her passenger slam against the front of their seatbelt at the sudden stop. "Fuck, sorry. In my defense, I haven't been behind the wheel in like, over a fucking year.

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“S’not that the box broke,” Tai explained to the person in front of him as he crouched down to start piling rolls of fabric back into the cardboard box he had just dropped facedown on the sidewalk. The three other boxes he was carrying sat to his left, placed carefully down there after the first one fell. “But four boxes with two hands, y’know... mighta gotten too cocky. I’m flat out right now, mate. Mind helping me lift one another couple blocks? They’re light as a feather, swear.”

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halfmortals​:

Hunter's first week of work at the mechanic's shop was interesting due to the steep learning curve, but he'd never encountered a challenge he didn't get stressed out by. So, when he could, Hunter found time to sneak away from the other guys so he could steal puffs of a cigarette that he knew he shouldn't have been smoking anyways. He might've said this was his only vice, but he definitely had more. As he was standing on the sidewalk, he'd meandered a bit away from the shop. He tried to light his cigarette but his lighter wouldn't work. Empty. Great. When he realized someone was approaching, he immediately tried to hide what he was doing. His hands were covered in oil and grime as he tried his best to wave at the other in a non-suspicious way. "Hey, uh, you don't happen to have a lighter on you, do you?" He asked anyways because he was frustrated by the day already.

“Huh? Nah,” Reno answered, words mumbled around the unlit cigarette sticking out of his mouth. He leaned against the fire hydrant that he had been making his way towards on the side of the road, and fished around in one jacket pocket until he found the lighter he had taken from someone’s cup holder earlier in the day. Once his cigarette burned at the tip, he returned the lighter to his pocket and raised his eyebrows at Hunter, blowing smoke out his nose. “I don’t smoke.”

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halfgclden​:

Lock waved someone down, showed off the three apples he was holding, then proceeded to juggle them. “How’s your reflexes?” He asked, then chucked one of the apples at them.

Eyes partially open and fully bloodshot, Reno lifted his head to squint at Lock across the fruit and vegetable aisle in the far-too-bright grocery store. The apple bounced directly off of his collarbone, hit the ground, and made it a good distance away from his feet before Reno even registered that there had been an object flying in his direction. He blinked slowly a few times, then picked up the closest apple from the pile next to him, took a large bite, and tossed it back towards Lock. “Caught it.”

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halfmortals​:

"Should I have a mental breakdown?" Pierce shook the magic eight ball. "All right, it says," He then peered into the little window to see the response. "All signs point to no." He read, sighed, then dramatically handed the toy back to the other. "I think this thing's broken." Pierce pointed out.

Jenny took the magic eight ball from her half-brother, pleased that he had responded to her visual prompt of extending her arms and making grabby hands until he passed it over. “I’ve never had one of these lie to me!” she exclaimed, cupping the object between her hands. “So I’d take its word real serious. Like– um, just watch!” She held the ball close to her face. “Are you broken?” she asked it, then shook it up. She smiled at the result once it appeared, and turned the ball around to show Pierce the answer. “Very doubtful. That’s a clear no!”

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halfmortals​:

Pierce chuckled at her response to his question. “I’m not trying to be weird, darling.” He told her. The trail they were on opened up into a clearing and Camira’s cabin sat there waiting for them. “I don’t want to show you any thing that you’re going to be afraid of. I know some girls get grossed out by insects, so, I figured I’d be polite and ask. I promise there are no giant Lovecraftian monsters. Only a butterfly house.” He explained as he walked up to the greenhouse door. He found a hidden key under a rock which wasn’t hidden to him since he knew the exact location. He unlocked the door and shot a playful look back at Araminta. “Come on, you ready? You have to enter quickly.” He said and ushered Araminta inside.

Minta ducked into the butterfly house at Pierce’s prompting, double checking the door was closed before she let herself start taking a look around– it would be unbelievably awkward for her to the culprit behind the escape of some stranger’s... pets? Displays? Collection? Whatever. 

A small ‘oh’ escaped her as she took in her surroundings. It took a lot to impress her, and even more to render her speechless, but the sight of somewhere like this hidden so close to camp was enough. “This is... hm. Wow. You said you’re friends with the one who put this together?”

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halfgclden​:

The lack of any goodbye was like a ‘fuck you’ in itself. Cleo’s face grew hot and angry tears threatened to spill onto her face, but she bit the inside of her cheek and took a sip of her own sangria to cool her head a bit. “I hate fighting with him,” she said, as though they had many fights, then took another sip of her wine. “That was really unfair.” She pressed the glass to her lips but didn’t take a sip, then lowered it as she looked at Minta. “I didn’t know you didn’t like each other.”

Cleo looked like she was about to cry, so Minta got up from the couch and headed into the kitchen to refill her glass of sangria and give Cleo a few moments to calm down. She leaned against the wall near the kitchen once she returned to the living room, mulling over how to respond to that statement. Maybe honesty was the best policy here. “I told Logan to fuck with Patrick’s brother,” she told Cleo, turning her head to glance over some of the artwork on the wall. “I guess he took it personally. Like it’s any of his fuckin’ business.”

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hvlfwygod​:

Her mouth fell open a little, and a smile spread across her face, devious and excited. “Fuck me, yes, I wanna get tattoos.” Gods, her heart felt heavy, but she wasn’t about to make it about that. “Let’s have the best fucking night. Are you done packing? I’ll make it happen fast so we can just go.”

“All done!” Rosie chirped with two thumbs up, kicking a shirt that was on the floor beside the suitcase out of sight under the open top of the case. She immediately noticed a pair of shorts on the ground and gave them the same treatment. “Let’s go right now! Got a plan to get there? We could steal a car!”

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halfmortals​:

“What?” He asked dumbly when she said his name. He then realized she was just saying it not trying to get his attention and then smiled. “Oh,” He fished out a beer, opened it and handed it over to her. “—Here,” He said. Then raised his brows at her reply. “Oh, cool,” Mikey said and was almost satisfied by Rosie’s answer. “I figured you had friends there because you’re friends with, like, everyone. I was just wondering though,” He explained then got his own beverage. He stopped right before taking a drink and looked over at her with wide eyes. “You’re not really gonna cry… Are you?” He asked.

Rosie snatched the beer from Mikey with a grin wide enough that her eyes squeezed shut as a result. “No I’m not gonna cry, dummy. I’m happy!” She tapped the bottle of her beer to his. “You know how long I’ve been meaning to do this? Now no one can say I’m not a woman of her word. I’m so excited.”

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trashydemigodmess​:

Well, that was a relief. But, it still didn’t make it any less surprising, or stop the sappy, sad feeling that’d started to creep up her throat. “Ugh, I knooooowwwww,” Macey conceded, plopping down beside her on the bed, “And you should.” There really wasn’t anything to disagree with. If it were her, she would’ve done the same thing. “You just couldn’t have given us a warning? Let us throw one last like, big insane party? You’re an OG and deserve like, a big send off or something.”

Rosie tipped to the side to lean against her sister, shoulder to shoulder, immensely relieved by how easily Macey accepted her decision. They may not be as close as they were when they were kids, but very few people understood how she worked better than Macey. “I’m sorry! This was like, a hella last-minute decision. And...” this part might not be taken as well as the original news. “I don’t wanna tell Graves until I’m gone. And don’t bother trying to change my mind on that.”

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godlyborn​:

Ashton took a seat next to her, sighing lightly. “Yeah I can Facetime you, but who is going to help eat half my junk food?” she replied. “I guess I’ll just have to replace you with Mikey, then we both can eat my junk food and Facetime you. You’ll have to provide your own snacks then.” Ashton smiled lightly back at her, but just as the joke left her mouth, she started to tear up. Ashton waved at her tears. “Gods sorry, this place really is going to suck without you. You’re like one of my closest friends, Rosie. You’re the first person who truly made me feel like I could be myself. It’ll be really weird not having you in the same vicinity as me, hell it was really freakin’ weird when I was in Romania without everyone.” 

Rosie flapped her hands in the air at the sight of tears, quickly shaking her head. She did not know how to deal with anyone getting emotional. “Hey, hey, hey, no, no! None of that! Nope, no crying, you suck those back up in your tear ducts right now, margarita.” She jabbed a stern finger at Ashton, though her smile had never fully left her face. “If it sucks so bad then you’re gonna hop on the next flight out west, mmkay? You can build a vegetable garden or whatever in my apartment. Pinky swear.”

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halfgclden​:

L tossed their head back as they laughed at Rosie’s warble and swayed from one side to the other. “Of course you could. I was afraid you were about to start doubting yourself, and then I’d know for sure that you were actually buried under everything in the suitcase and I was hugging your clone.” They grinned. “And then I’d have to pull out my intense spy training and wrestle your clone to the ground while you made a quick escape. Thankfully, I have to do none of that now.”

Rosie cackled and ran both her hands through L’s hair to push it away from their face. “Babe! You’re not meant to talk about your super duper crazy spy training, remember? It’s a seeeecret. They’re gonna come for you and replace you with a clone. But like, one that’s super serious and has no emotion. Like a robot! Robot L. Who won’t be sad about me leaving.”