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((so i had a swim meet today and i'm really freaking exhausted. mom's making dinner right now and we're gonna watch 50/50

i have a few replies but not enough to make me want to stay on here. so i'll be back later or tomorrow))

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((i'm heading to bed a bit early. this rain is intoxicating and my cat's here to keep me warm.

i'll get to replies after the meet tomorrow; like this if you'd like a starter! night, lovelies xo))

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"Addicted" -- Morgan Page

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"Dark in my Imagination" -- Of Verona

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His own icy hues stayed on the woman as her own wandered--assuming that she was taking in the scenery, he remained quiet while she mulled over the offer. From all that he'd seen in numerous universes, Breakdown couldn't quite compare the painfully busy lifestyle that so many humans strive for in large cities to the battlegrounds of Cybertron; Vegas was a world of its own and even the alien had a hard time adjusting, so he didn't blame her for taking her time in observing all that there was.

Upon her features being set back upon his, the mech's lips stretched into a smile--a genuine smile, not the usual faux-friendly one he had plastered on most hours of the day. The girl had a charming nature, that much he could say.

"I prefer the term 'persistent,' but yes. More than I'd care to admit, actually." Swiping his tongue across his lower lip, he couldn't help but chuckle. Sliding his hands into his slack's pockets, he nodded towards the general direction of the elevators before taking a small step towards them.

⚓—{        “Y-You’re very kind..” The reply is soft, but it isn’t paired with another object. Of course, she does need a place to stay for the night, just until she can figure out her next move. Maybe some rest will do her some good. It wasn’t good for a mermaid to stay in one place for way too long, out of fear of becoming attached to what they shouldn’t. Coralia runs a head through her hair, letting out a soft exhale of breath. Her eyes shift around the casino, watching men in vests dealing cards and serving drinks.

                     One night. What could one night hurt?

                     Looking back up at him, Coralia can’t fight a smile, shaking her head. “Has anyone told you how stubborn you are?” The brunette teased lightly, chucking under her breath. A long pause, hands resting on her hips as her gaze moves. The casino then back to the man. “One night,” she finally speaks, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll be out of your way in no time.”

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"You're in a city where its foundation was built on the intent of entertainment. Not to mention you're in a building where gambling, alcohol, and pleasure is made available to you. If you can't find entertainment in that, I will be of no use to you." 

Katherine raised her eyebrows, and chuckled as she folded her hands together. “Tell you what,” the brunette started. “You help me find some fun, and I’ll leave you alone.”

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Briefly looking down, accompanied by a chuckle, Breakdown looked back up at the woman. "Who would you say is your favorite author?"

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Kristen looked at the book in his hands. It’s not that the book wasn’t interesting, but it’s not that it was a thriller either, “Yeah. I guess I’m more into the supernatural books than this. They’re more of seat-jumper.” Kristen spoke, clearly misunderstanding his joke.

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"Trust me when I say that I've dealt with far worse than you. I wouldn't be in this line of work for as long as I have if I couldn't tolerate it." Why was he pursuing this? The woman had declined, politely at that, his offer. Generally, that would've been enough for him; the naivety in her movements, the stuttering, put all aside and was enough to bring out that deep instinct to protect.

'Let it go, Breaker. You know she's different; different is what gets you in to trouble, or don't you remember?' 

Still, he turned slightly on the spot to stand beside her with an arm raised as an offer. "Just one night--a nice room is yours: the most comfortable bed you could dream off, plenty of food to fill you for days, and a luxurious pool on the roof." 

⚓—{        Her answer should have been no. What made him think she needed him for a place to stay? Maybe because she had spent the last few days and weeks aimlessly wandering, and swimming, around. The brunette was absolutely exhausted. Due to the bright lights and loud sounds, her head began to throb lightly — The mermaid winced. She should have said no. At least, she tried to.

                   “I couldn’t p-put you out like that.” Coralia stammered, pressing the tips of her fingers to her lips as if to silence herself from saying anything stupid. “Really, it’s fine! You um .. You run a lovely place here and I don’t want to be just sitting around. That’s really kind of you, really sweet.”

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"Aren't you a smart one?" Though there was obvious sarcasm laced in the mech's voice, it was a slight cover to his surprise. Few had had the opportunity to snatch up his curiosity when they paid attention to the details in one's statements--there was so much held there in between the lines."What has you so keen to assist others upon approach?"

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Brown orbs eyed the stranger in front of her, a sharp retort on his lips and curiosity urging her forward. Such a flaw curiosity was, Tatiana knew better than most. “I see, why would such a man become so used to such a question? A career perhaps?” The Petrova’s voice was light and causual - as if she were only asking about the weather - but there was an intrigued spark in her brown eyes.

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((screw you, breaker. you don't get a super pretty theme just deal with it

i'm not in the mood for your shit tbh))

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((i've given liz about a gazillion head canons of breakdown and i really should write them down here lolohwell

okay, well, i'm working on his theme and then i'll do some replies.))

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innocence-among-sin and revolutionaryxrose entered the Siren's Harbor

"You're not getting a raise." The mech responded flatly, for what seemed like the  umpteenth time. Rolling his eyes through his co-workers objections and reasoning behind as to why he should be granted one, Breakdown finally heaved a sigh--scooping up the paperwork he originally had spread out on the front desk.

He was almost thankful when he saw a woman strode easily into the almost entirely deserted casino. Ignoring the calls of the man he was once talking to, he approached the other with a friendly, warm smile. "Hello. Welcome to the Harbor; is there anything I can help you with?"

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“You could have been seen! What then, Coralia? What if I hadn’t been there?!” “I’ve suffered worse, Breakdown.” “That’s not that point!” “No, that is the point!”

The growl was loud, apparent and both adults stopped — staring at one another. For a moment, they just stared at one another, nothing but their deep breathing being heard. Until, Coralia spoke again.

“I do not need you to look after me. I’m a grown woman, Breakdown. Looking after myself is what I do. Contrary to what you may think, I’m not weak.” “Fine. Then go be a grown woman somewhere else. You need me? Don’t come crying. Have a nice life.”

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He chuckled along with her, a broad smile spreading across his fingers. 'Silly' wasn't the word he was thinking off, but it definitely was the nicest--there was a naive, almost entirely innocent, nature about her that made it almost impossible to criticize her for not knowing where she was exactly; it was almost as if she was a lost child.

For a moment, the mech watched the woman as she brushed pass him, eyes following her much smaller figure as she began weaving through the crowd. It took him a moment before establishing where she was headed; almost immediately, he jumped in place before bouncing off towards her, rounding around so that she had no other choice to halt to stop--unless she wanted to run clear into him.

"Call me push, or an ass, but since you had to ask where you are, I have the idea that you don't have a place to stay." He nodded, holding up a hand in case she had objections in mind. "You are in a hotel-slash-casino and I would be more than willing to give you a room, free of charge, till you find your footing."

⚓—{        Coralia felt her entire face flush a dark crimson as a nervous peal of giggles escaped her lips. “O-Oh .. I ..” She what? What exactly was she trying to say again? Swallowing thickly, dropping her gaze for a moment. “You m-must think I’m totally silly.” Idiot. That’s the word she was actually thinking of. “I’m sorry for um .. for wasting your time.” A quick getaway, that’s what she needed. The young mermaid quickly brushed past him while biting on her bottom lip, heading for the exit.

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"Alive" -- Krewella

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"Being the one generally asking such a question, I have a hard time finding an answer for your question." He remarked, eyebrows raising at the woman as he spoke. Finally he sided with: "I'll settle with a 'no'--for now."

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"I wouldn't dare asking such a thing." There was obvious sarcasm was laced in that monotonous voice. Heaving a sigh and closing the file he was deep in until the woman had approached him, Breakdown looked up at the woman. "Is there anything I can do for you before I leave?"

Katherine let out a huff, followed by an eyeroll. “I won’t apologize for being confident, nor will I apologize for interrupting you. It’s what I do.” She commented with a lazy shrug.