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ndeadahead:

⠀the ⠀confusion ⠀continues ⠀to ⠀take ⠀hold ⠀ ⠀ ⠀:⠀ ⠀ricky ⠀takes ⠀the ⠀opportunity ⠀to ⠀study ⠀what ⠀can ⠀be ⠀seen ⠀of ⠀the ⠀person ⠀opposite ⠀of ⠀him. ⠀there’s ⠀not ⠀much ⠀except ⠀for ⠀a ⠀peek ⠀of ⠀dark ⠀eyes, ⠀black ⠀hair, ⠀tattooed ⠀hands, ⠀& ⠀lip ⠀rings ⠀that ⠀are ⠀producing ⠀thoughts ⠀in ⠀his ⠀alcohol ⠀fueled ⠀mind. ⠀he ⠀can ⠀tell ⠀that ⠀the ⠀stranger ⠀is ⠀tall ⠀ ⠀– ⠀ ⠀probably ⠀taller ⠀than ⠀him, ⠀but ⠀that’s ⠀not ⠀hard ⠀to ⠀accomplish. ⠀ ❝ ⠀probably ⠀not, ⠀but ⠀things ⠀are ⠀less ⠀uncomfortable ⠀when ⠀they’re ⠀explained. ⠀❞ ⠀he ⠀smirks, ⠀shifting ⠀his ⠀body ⠀so ⠀he’s ⠀leaning ⠀more ⠀into ⠀the ⠀bar. ⠀❝ ⠀you’re ⠀not ⠀like ⠀the ⠀usual ⠀crowd ⠀in ⠀scranton, ⠀but ⠀i ⠀guess ⠀halloween ⠀provides ⠀anonymity. ⠀i’ve ⠀probably ⠀even ⠀met ⠀you ⠀before. ⠀i’m ⠀just ⠀either ⠀too ⠀drunk ⠀to ⠀remember ⠀or ⠀you’re ⠀really ⠀good ⠀at ⠀pretending ⠀to ⠀be ⠀someone ⠀else. ⠀❞ ⠀he ⠀jokes, ⠀digits ⠀scraping ⠀across ⠀his ⠀own ⠀tatted ⠀knuckles ⠀in ⠀an ⠀awkward ⠀attempt ⠀at ⠀acting ⠀casual. ⠀if ⠀only ⠀he ⠀knew ⠀how ⠀hard ⠀the ⠀masked ⠀man ⠀was ⠀struggling ⠀to ⠀attempt ⠀the ⠀very ⠀same ⠀thing. ⠀❝ ⠀are ⠀you ⠀from ⠀here? ⠀❞

❝ are you uncomfortable ? ❞

more of a taunt than a threat, but his tone might certainly indicate otherwise. a mental note is made that ALL PEOPLE ARE NOT PREY, and should not be spoken to as such. especially not ricky. never ricky.

but he’s right. chris appreciates the masquerade that comes naturally this time of year like it’s no one’s business — and understands the oftentimes alluring danger that comes with it. but if only the other man could see just how he’s stroking the phantom’s EGO when he utters the words you’re not like the usual crowd, oh god, how he thrives on that singularity. how his cold, dead heart soars to be reminded: i’m not like other guys !

i’ve probably even met you before.

the vainglory is quick to subside and is promptly replaced by an agonizing pang of oh, shit reverberating in his ears & making his chest go uncomfortably tight. ( does he know ? he has to know. but what if he doesn’t ? ) a bout of laughter that could almost be described as nervous escapes his throat, and an open palm grazes the back of his neck as his gaze returns to the floor.

❝ from here . . . ? uh. i’ve lived here for, like, ten - ish years now, does that count as being from here ? ⠀❞

#* INTERACTIONS ‖ ❦ RICKY.#oh chris is so GOOFY #good thing rick is too :^)

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angel ⠀eyes ⠀- ⠀new ⠀years ⠀day. ⠀♡

❝ ⠀there’s ⠀something ⠀about ⠀you ⠀… ⠀i ⠀— ⠀i ⠀can’t ⠀explain. ⠀❞ ⠀a ⠀drunken ⠀confession ⠀after ⠀thirty ⠀minutes ⠀of ⠀speaking ⠀to ⠀the ⠀masked ⠀man ⠀that’s ⠀made ⠀the ⠀seat ⠀next ⠀to ⠀ricky ⠀at ⠀this ⠀makeshift ⠀bar ⠀his ⠀own. ⠀the ⠀less ⠀costumed ⠀of ⠀the ⠀two ⠀doesn’t ⠀bother ⠀to ⠀ask ⠀why ⠀he’s ⠀decided ⠀to ⠀entertain ⠀him ⠀specifically ⠀for ⠀the ⠀night. ⠀maybe ⠀he ⠀just ⠀really ⠀likes ⠀american ⠀psycho ⠀or ⠀maybe ⠀everyone ⠀else ⠀is ⠀just ⠀too ⠀wild ⠀for ⠀him. ⠀ricky ⠀is ⠀just ⠀happy ⠀to ⠀have ⠀an ⠀excuse ⠀for ⠀not ⠀being ⠀around ⠀his ⠀boyfriend ⠀at ⠀this ⠀shitty ⠀party. ⠀he ⠀can ⠀already ⠀hear ⠀himself ⠀ ⠀— ⠀ ⠀❝ ⠀dev, ⠀come ⠀on. ⠀there ⠀was ⠀this ⠀really ⠀weird ⠀guy ⠀at ⠀the ⠀bar ⠀and ⠀josh ⠀would’ve ⠀killed ⠀me ⠀if ⠀i ⠀didn’t ⠀investigate ⠀! ⠀❞ ⠀ ⠀thoughts ⠀are ⠀diminished ⠀as ⠀he ⠀realizes ⠀he’s ⠀just ⠀blurted ⠀out ⠀a ⠀vague ⠀offense, ⠀( ⠀& ⠀that ⠀he’s ⠀staring ⠀into ⠀the ⠀empty ⠀space ⠀in ⠀front ⠀of ⠀him ⠀) ⠀he’s ⠀quick ⠀to ⠀offer ⠀an ⠀apology.

⠀it ⠀only ⠀weirds ⠀him ⠀out ⠀slightly ⠀when ⠀he ⠀looks ⠀over ⠀at ⠀the ⠀man ⠀to ⠀begin ⠀his ⠀apology ⠀and ⠀he’s ⠀met ⠀with ⠀interested ⠀eyes. ⠀maybe ⠀no ⠀one’s ⠀ever ⠀told ⠀him ⠀he’s ⠀fucking ⠀unexplainable. ⠀ricky ⠀knows ⠀just ⠀about ⠀everyone ⠀— ⠀at ⠀least ⠀everyone ⠀with ⠀tattoos ⠀— ⠀in ⠀scranton ⠀at ⠀this ⠀point ⠀and ⠀he ⠀can’t ⠀place ⠀this ⠀person. ⠀❝ ⠀sorry ⠀if ⠀that ⠀was ⠀cryptic ⠀. ⠀. ⠀. ⠀❞ ⠀@eaternally

❝ ——— . ❞

he hardly believes an apology's in order, mildly entertained by the stupefied gaze of the semi - stranger beside him. ( & here he was, under the impression that this was his most impressive stint of Normal Human Behavior yet. ) oh well. practice makes perfect.

once he's indulged in a few more greedy seconds of observation —— the familiar, hauntingly familiar smolder of what looks like bewilderment with a twist of intrigue, a dark flicker giving life to a rough contrast with pale blue eyes —— chris shifts, turning halfway where he's seated, if only to give the other man the same opportunity. to observe. to see . . . & be seen.

❝ yeah, well. does everything really require an explanation ? ❞

——punctuated with a ( seemingly ) harmless smile. he isn't wounded by ricky's befuddled little declaration, rather the contrary, and he finds himself lodged in between wanting to empty his soul to him right here & now . . . and then wanting to remain behind his comfortable, unexplainable veil for a little while longer, desperately hoping that ricky will eventually reach through.

#* INTERACTIONS ‖ ❦ RICKY.#/ love u #he doesnt have a mask on in the icon maybe it's one of those #like half faced venetian masks or something #you know

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