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sunniefm​:

            sunnie  nods  her  head  ,  although  she  doesn’t  think  she’ll  even  remember  the  title  of  the  movie  when  the  day  is  over  .  then  again  ,  she  doesn’t  have  plans  for  the  night  other  than  curling  up  in  front  of  the  television  ,  so  maybe  she’ll  attempt  to  find  it  .  she  visibly  shivers  when  she’s  corrected  of  their  name  .  ‘  mickey  ,  right  .  ’  a  soft  laugh  falls  from  her  brims  .  ‘  maybe  they  had  high  hopes  for  son  other  than  working  in  a  mailroom  …  and  creeping  people  out  .  ’  sunnie  takes  the  chance  to  peek  over  at  the  binder  once  it’s  flipped  open  ,  and  it’s  a  miracle  that  the  woman  who  created  it  was  able  to  keep  herself  from  going  insane  with  how  meticulously  detailed  everything  is  .  ‘  i  don’t  think  she  has  yarn  dolls  ,  stop  .  ’  she  lightly  pushes  the  other’s  arm  playfully  .  ‘  if  anything  ,  they’re  voodoo  dolls  .  it  would  explain  why  i  ran  into  a  desk  corner  seemingly  out  of  nowhere  yesterday  .  ’  she  leans  against  the  elevator  wall  .  ‘  his  staring  is  just  so  creepy  .  ’

“right,” lottie nodded her head and shifted her weight from one checkered vans to the other, “like a bowling champion from arkansas––still creeping people out at the bowling alley, but at least this mickey has trophies.” if there was one good thing she could say about bethany, it was the girl lived for her job. there was something to be said about giving a shit, even while living a painfully ordinary life. lottie sure as hell couldn’t do it. reading from the sexual harassment binder to mid-level pervs was a far cry away from heart surgery, and it definitely showed in her job performance. “anyone with a perm knits. i don’t make the rules; it’s just written into the universe,” she hummed as she scanned through the section of the binder she was supposed to have read the day before. “i suggested we let the pigeons peck his eyes out og cinderella style, but i guess that’s illegal.”  

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prkers​:

“ you know, when we met i fully believed you were one of the types to get hype as fuck about dressing up for this thing. ” really, he’d made a lot of false assumptions about lottie at the start, until he caught her also using her lunch break to hit the grand central midtown comics to pick up her pull list for new comic book day. maybe it was because everyone else at masters seemed to be, or at least all of the women he spent his time with. not that there was anything wrong with it—he found the coordinated outfits, the extravagant headpieces, the dramatic fashion of it impressive, even beautiful, and he often made mental notes for future character designs for show ideas that were going nowhere. but parker figured that enjoying dressing in elaborate outfits was something reserved for the beautiful people of the world, and as he was not one of those, he got by on the basic principles of ‘ no one can laugh at you if they’re laughing with you ’ — something markedly harder to pull off at an event that took itself oh-so-seriously. hence: the low effort. “ lucky for me to bring somebody who doesn’t want to be here any more than i do. actually, no, that’s not true. to bring somebody who wants to be here distinctly less than i do. but fear not, prometheus; the eagle is slain, and i shall carry you to freedom from your immortal prison. although, actually, i don’t know if the skirt of that dress is very accommodating of a piggyback ride. ”

that wouldn’t stop him from trying, though, squatting down so that lottie could hop onto his back. ugh, and he had to go so close to the ground for this. damn lottie and her miniature height. he only hoped she appreciated what his knees were doing for her. “ i only hope you appreciate what my knees are doing for you. ” on the other hand, she weighed, apparently, less than his once-dog did, so how much effort could it really take. “ i can buy you a drink any time in the future, but yes, i did mean that right now i would do you the very noble favor of waiting in the open bar line and sweet-talking the overworked cater bartenders for you. you’re welcome. and you’re welcome for this excellent view. what’s it like for you, to suddenly be able to see over people’s heads? ”

and what a sight they must’ve been. surely there must’ve been at least some people staring by now, at the pair in all black and the tall gawky guy giving a piggyback ride to his barefoot date, but for the most part he suspected people would be a little too self-involved to take much note. parker flashed a peace sign at the room for anyone looking and headed for the exit, thankful, for once, that the plaza’s proximity to central park meant flagging down a cab would take no effort at all. “ look, i like the pepperoni kind just fine, but i don’t always care for how pizza-y it is. like, if i wanted pizza, i’d just have a pizza, you know? the ham and cheese hot pocket is like a little pocket of grilled cheese, and it’s perfect, and i don’t know why you felt a need to turn this into a competition when all this means is that you don’t have to eat the quote-unquote subpar pockets and have more of your allegedly superior hot pockets for yourself. ugh, i should’ve been a lawyer. ”

lottie stared at parker for a minute with her hands on the hips of said ( far too tight to bend comfortably in ) skirt. “you aren’t serious,” she said flatly, arching her brows as she waited for him to stand up again and make a comment about how much she weighed––which, in all fairness, wasn’t a comment on parker, but on past boyfriends and the profound terribleness of her taste in men. she pursed her lips and snorted when he stayed crouched close to the ground. “i don’t see how it’s my fault that your joints are decaying from years, and years, and years of use,” she hiked up her dress as far as the tight suede would allow, grateful that there was at least a knee-high slit down one side to make traversing his ridiculous height possible without ripping the fabric. “grim,” she deadpanned, “i had no idea how many people were rocking the friar cut.”   

lottie would’ve gone with a tasteful pair of middle fingers had she not holding onto parker’s shoulders for dear life. six feet was a long way to fall when you were in the ninth height percentile. “then, why don’t you just make a grilled ham and cheese, dork wonder,” she took her heels by the straps from parker and tossed them into the abyss of her room, peeking into alice’s door to see if she was home. she was the perfect roommate: the kind that was out all the time and always refilled the brita pitcher ( minus, y’know, the whole murderous rumor thing ). “like i don’t buy them just for you,” she rolled her eyes and turned on her playstation, scrolling through her apps until she saw the vrv buttercup yellow. “i’m literally going to die if i spend one more second in this stupid fucking dress.” she paused and looked at his stuffy suit before smirking, “you can try to squeeze into a pair of my leggings if you want.”  

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allieadamss​:

“You’re insufferable.” Allison muttered, knowing it would do no good to even continue on with debating him. She could swear he only gained more power from every ounce of annoyance she showed when talking to him. “Why are you bothering me exactly? Do I need to do more of your work again? Because I’m busy.”

logan’s grin grew as he watched allison become more agitated, “and you’re irritable; let’s get married.” he drummed his fingers against the table and hummed, shrugging a broad shoulder slightly, “i can’t spend time with my favorite grumpy dwarf just ‘cause i want to?” truthfully, he had his intern finish his paperwork already, and he didn’t have a meeting with a client until lunch––so, long story short, he was bored. “do you need any help? i can doodle hearts over your i’s for a personal touch.”

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hecrtfelt​:

“  yes,  ”  griffin  reiterated.  “  i  didn’t  just  fuck  you  ‘cause  i  wanted  to  get  my  anger  out.  ”  ‘cause  he’d  still  left  angry,  so  it’s  not  like  it  even  worked  if  that  was  the  case.  and  sure,  he’d  been  less  than  cheerful  when  he’d  slept  with  quinn  that  night,  but  he  had  wanted  to  go  home  with  her  before  all  the  soleil  shit  went  down  in  the  evening.  there  hadn’t  been  a  direct  correlation  between  his  night  suddenly  and  annoyingly  being  ruined  and  wanting  to  sleep  with  quinn;  his  angry  attitude  had  merely  just  been  a  bump  in  the  already  planned  road.  “  why  ?  ”  he  pressed,  brows  deep  and  dark.  “  why  do  you  want  to  help  me,  quinn  ?  and  why  do  you  care  if  i’m  upset  or  not  ?  because  you’re…  you’re  confusing  the  fuck  out  of  me,  okay  ?  it  shouldn’t  matter  how  i’m  feeling  or  if  i  need  help  because  we’re  just  having  sex  with  each  other.  that’s  what  you  wanted,  that’s  what  you  decided  was  more  preferable  than  me  being  your  friend,  but  now  you’re  here  saying  this  and  – and  people  who  are  just  having  sex  with  each  other  should  be  unattached.  you  decided  these  boundaries.  ”  only  a  few  minutes  into  their  stay  and  already  this  was  happening.  but  at  least  griffin  finally  knew  why  quinn  had  been  acting  so  cold  to  him  throughout  the  trip.  “  i  don’t  know  what  else  you  wanted  me  to  do,  ”  he  said  at  that,  exasperated  and  crossing  his  arms.  “  really,  what  was  so  different  about  how  i  left  this  time  compared  to  all  the  other  times  ?  because  it’s  not  like  i  stayed  after  for  more  than  three  minutes  before,  and  it’s  not  like  you  ever  stayed  long  when  you  were  at  my  place,  either.  have  you  been  mad  at  how  quick  i  leave  this  entire  time,  or  are  you  just  starting  now  ?  ”  and  why  ?  for  either  one,  why  ?  because  nothing  made  more  sense  for  their  arrangement  than  for  the  two  of  them  to  put  their  clothes  on  and  leave  as  soon  as  everything  was  done.  that’s  what  they  had  been  doing,  actively,  but  now  she  was  upset  at  him  for  it  ?  either  quinn  wasn’t  giving  him  the  entire  picture  for  how  she  felt,  or  griffin  was  just  rightly  confused.

quinn pinched her lips into a tight line and tossed the throw pillow to the other side of the large bed, “but it was part of it. i’d prefer if you were upfront about such intentions from now on.” she debated for a living, and she was good at it. the entire reason she went into law was because there was nothing better than the pleasant buzz in the back of her skull as she rebutted an opponents argument without blinking. however, in this instance, it seemed the facts were not falling in her favor, and worse––she didn’t even know why. she gaped at him like a fish for a moment and flipped through the rolodex of his counterarguments between every brush of a lash against her cheek. “i...i’m not entirely sure,” quinn admitted quietly, toying with the strands of her dark auburn hair. there were times ( often, actualy, when venturing beyond the ledge of rationale ) when what she had to say was too brittle to weave into words, a nebula of thoughts that couldn’t be grasped. “i think i’m just tired,” she mumbled, pushing herself off of the bed. “i’m going to get ready for bed. we have a meeting early in the morning.” 

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ofviclins​:

gwen pursed her lips thoughtfully, eyes narrowed. she didn’t doubt that cleaning relaxed quinn, but there was a designated staff for cleaning their offices so it was kind of a moot point… couldn’t she just go home and clean? “are you sure you’re alright? did something happen?” gwen knew stuff had been happening with her, but the amount of times she’d complained about phoenix was bound to get old and was always the same story so she never brought it up. 

quinn glared at a particularly stubborn scuff mark, probably from one of her interns ridiculous fashion sneakers, and brushed her bangs off of her sticky forehead with her arm. “my romantic woes are inconsequential,” she hummed, sitting down on her knees and peeling off her rubber gloves. “i thought you might like to scrub your frustrations away, but i forgot that people usually aren’t soothed by productivity like i am, so––” she smiled slightly and shrugged her shoulders,  “i have candy and several practiced insults if you would like to discuss phoenix’s flaws.” 

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escxpiism​:

“ i mean, don’t you think it’s pretty obvious ? gets, like, smushed – total flat stanleys ! ” which was, indeed, a verb in alice’s mind. of course, she figured there was no need to share who she was picturing ( … ) – there was already enough office drama and depression floating around. but the m.o. of the revenge ? total necessity. “ yeah ? you think they just let you fuck around with it without actually telling you what your choice of a little circle out of blue play-dough means ? ”

“methodology is clear, sure, but i need to know the motive; that’s the titillating part.” the only way to make it through a day without a recruitment ‘meeting’ ( aka going to a game or playing racquet ball ) was an equally invigorating round of petty gossip. “actually, dr. lei says it’s to help patients cope with anxiety, so i don’t think there’s a lot of analysis in the squishing technique. i’m pretty she just lets me use it so that i don’t start accidentally talking about frychos when i’m supposed to be setting my weekly goal.” 

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allieadamss​:

“Just because you’ve managed to use connections and probably nepotism to maintain a job, doesn’t mean everyone loves and values you.” Allison reminded him. Honestly, if he was getting all his life advice from Twitter, it would make sense. She just sighed and looked back down at her computer. “Nothing that would change your life, if I’m being honest.” That much was certainly true. Even if he did suddenly learn all sorts of things about History, it wouldn’t do him any good anyway. “We were so consistent with the allie nicknames, let’s try those again.”

“i’ll ask gamma if she plays bridge with rolfe, but something tells me he isn’t interested in abstract pottery class or church lady luncheons,” logan smiled languidly and brushed his fingers through his tousled curls. when you were as vexing as logan castro, insults were a common occurrence. he liked to think of them as compliments because they required just as much energy. “it’s not a nickname if you like it, a-cakes. the nickname comes to me in the moment; it can be chosen.” 

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Paris When It Sizzles (1964) dir. Richard Quine

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prkers​:

“ i’m not a social recluse, ” parker shot back without missing a beat, defensive, and then: “ am i a social recluse? ” sure, this kind of suit-and-tie affair with small talk and mingling wasn’t what parker would describe as his scene, and he’d never had much interest in the club scene, but wasn’t he … fairly good at talking to strangers, making friends, going to bars and restaurants and casual events? hadn’t he moved on from those days of debilitating social anxiety that bordered on full-fledged agoraphobia?

— whatever. whether parker had regressed to full social recluse was a problem to work out with his therapist, not over hors d’oeuvres when he knew lottie was teasing—or, at the very least, didn’t mean it in the way that would give him an existential crisis. “ i’ll let you have screeching, bloodthirsty asshole, though. if there’s one thing i admire about you, it’s how you really know how to establish those work-life boundaries like no one else around here does. everyone’s always fucking their coworkers or whatever. ” himself included, technically, but parker loved nothing if not a self-roast, and they’d been together before they both conveniently got themselves hired at masters. it’d been cute, back then—commuting together, meeting for lunch. “ but i’m pretty sure the drinks here are way more free than the drinks at home, because you don’t have to pay for anything with these. you at least had to buy the alcohol back home. that said, yeah, we should absolutely go. i mean, unless you want to go home without me, since i’m such a dick and all. ” 

in a single motion, he leaned down, scooped up the heels lottie had just abandoned in one hand ( a familiar move; old habits, and all that ), and started for the elevator that would take them downstairs to the office proper. “ there’s probably some flats in the fashion closet that we can steal for you, right? ” admittedly, he was mostly basing this information on the criterion classic film the devil wears prada, but a vague memory told him there were also multiple incidents where nell had brought home clothes that big-name designers had sent to masters to editorialize. “ if not, i’ll buy you some flip flops. you got the ham and cheese hot pockets? you know those are my favorite. ” 

lottie grinned up at him and rested her head against the wall, “you have to be at least 1/8th a social recluse to fuck with me. i can’t be friends with someone who would make me stay at an event like this for any longer than absolutely necessary.” there was a time not-so long ago that lottie frequented overly crowded clubs that wreaked of the bitter tang sweat and alcohol nightly, but after she stopped getting high it stopped being fun––and now there really wasn’t much of anything she enjoyed besides rewatching the same anime over and over again in the same pajamas all weekend. parker had to be a little bit of an introverted hermit if he put up with that. 

wrinkling her nose, lottie grimaced and folded her arms over the suede bodice of her dress, “i refuse to fuck anyone who has access to my phone number or knows my last name. can’t risk a google search after i ghost.” after all, her last attempt at a relationship had gone spectacularly wrong. really, her commitment issues were for the benefit of mankind. she tilted her chin and snorted, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, “so, when you said you owed me a drink, you mean one from the open bar. i’m touched, carson, truly.” 

sighing heavily, lottie padded after parker barefoot, too tired and lazy to insist that she could carry her own shoes. “you’re lucky that you’re my only option,” she grumbled, rubbing at her eyes before realizing far too late that she was actually wearing eyeshadow for once. she looked down at the black smudge on the back of her hand and sighed again, “ooor, you can give me a piggyback ride because you’re the dorky green giant.” she waited exactly five seconds before grinning and leaning her entire weight into his side, “i have a pair of slippers in my desk for emergencies.” also, for daily use, but he didn’t need to know her business. “ham and cheese is the worst kind––but, yes, i have your subpar pockets and pepperoni if you want to develop good taste tonight.” 

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ofviclins​:

“why would you even do that?” gwen asked, confusion in her tone evident. it was times like these that she realized she truly didn’t understand people very well. though more accurately, she realized she didn’t understand her coworkers very well. she didn’t know if she was cut out for the office-space environment. she belonged in the pit, mostly. @masterspost​ 

quinn glanced up from her scrubbing the marbled floor of her office and wiped her brow with the back of her pink rubber gloves, “cleaning relaxes me.” she dropped the soft cotton rag into the bucket of soapy water, sighing as the subsequent splash landing on her black cigarette pants. she cursed under her breath, “treacherous wench.” 

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sunniefm​:

           maybe  sunnie  was  out  of  touch  when  it  came  to  cult  films  ,  so  the  reference  really  did  go  clean  over  her  head  .  ‘  i’ve  never  seen  the  movie  ,  ’  she  hums  then  and  sinks  her  teeth  into  her  lower  lip  .  her  hands  slide  over  the  fabric  of  her  skirt  ,  and  she  leans  back  against  the  wall  of  the  elevator  .  ‘  oh  ,  gross  .  you  mean  …  mitchell  ?  michael  ?  something  like  that  .  he  told  me  his  name  once  but  i  usually  don’t  look  him  in  the  eye  .  ’  sunnie’s  eyes  finally  seem  to  focus  on  the  pink  binder  in  lottie’s  arms  .  ‘  i  think  throwing  the  binder  would  be  enough  .  does  bethany  still  keep  documents  from  2013  in  there  ?  ’

“bruh, you need to. it’s so fucked up, but angelina jolie was amazing.” lottie personally enjoyed any narrative that made her life look less pathetic than it really was. sure, she may be a med school drop out and refused to go to therapy, but at least she never searched a corpse for cash. “mickey,” her nose scrunched as she grimaced, “his name is mickey. what did his parents expect with a name like that.” she flipped through the ridiculously thick binder, barely paying attention to the hundreds of sections, and subsections, and subsubsections, as her mouth twitched into a small smirk, “i think most of it is all the elaborate scenarios she reads to her yarn dolls in bed at night. i really should’ve asked to borrow them to show mickey the only body parts he’s allowed to look at on company property.” 

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allieadamss​:

“Does it matter?” It was her Dad. He had drilled it into her from a young age, but she didn’t need Logan giving her hell for that, too. “And what exactly do you do you know about history all of the sudden?” She was sure it was nothing, and he was still just trying to get under her skin. “Logan, if I could go back in time, choose another major, and work anywhere else in this building just to get away from you, I would.” 

“probably not ‘cause they’re a big, fat liar, and you know it. the only advice you should ever take is from jaden smith’s twitter.” logan didn’t need allison to know that he almost flunked out of every single history class he’d ever taken in case she still had some sliver of faith in him, so he just shrugged and grinned happily, “i’ve seen hamilton and all the henries. what else do i need to know?”  he rested his chin on top of his folded arms and fluttered his dark lashes at her,  “love you too, babe.” 

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hecrtfelt​:

“  …damnit,  ”  he  sighed  at  the  realization.  the  opportunity  really  had  been  right  there  and  he’d  missed  it  ?  maybe  he  was  a  little  off  his  game,  but  griffin  still  was  going  to  pretend  like  his  life  was  as  fine  and  glittery  and  shiny  as  it  always  was.  at  least  until  he  couldn’t  take  pretending  anymore  (  which  was  a  realization  that  never  took  long  to  reach  because  he  really  couldn’t  stand  to  be  anything  but  happy  )  “  you  look  fucking  ridiculous,  man,  ”  he  chuckled  at  logan’s  hands,  letting  his  eyes  follow  the  putty  he  was  still  tossing  in  the  air.  it  was  easier  to  keep  track  of  catching  it  than  to  digest  logan’s  unfortunately  accurate  words.  “  did  you  just  call  me  a  little  bitch  ?  ”  he  scoffed.  “  unshrink  me,  right  now.  you  and  dr.  lei  can  suck  it.  ”  a  short  moment  of  silence,  and  then  finally  he  admitted  earnestly,  poking  holes  into  the  putty  distractedly,  “  it’s  not  that  i’m  not  facing  my  feelings.  i  recognize  very  clearly  and  annoyingly  that  i’m  upset  at  some…  things.  i’m  just…  waiting  for  these  problems  to  just…  eventually  fade  away  and  settle  themselves  out,  that’s  all.  ”

“nothing new,” logan shrugged his shoulders and rested his hands against the back of his head, “i was voted class clown purely because of my ridiculous lewk––and my dad said i’d never amount to anything.” he doodled a smiley face on the back of his hand and then turned it into a sun with some rad shades to keep his fingers busy. idle hands, as the good christians say, lead to throwing cherry bombs in mailboxes and getting picked up by the neighborhood watch and her jack russel terror. “you can’t be unshrunk, griff; that’s the beauty of therapy. once you know, then you know.” logan snorted and added fluffy clouds to his little meadowscape, “that’s a very little bitch mindset, man. things never go away, just ask the half-eaten burrito i found under my bed.”  

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hecrtfelt​: 

griffin  was  tired.  it  hadn’t  been  a  long  flight,  but  it  was  at  night,  and  he  wanted  nothing  more  than  to  fall  asleep  and  stop  having  this…  whatever  this  was  with  quinn.  he  wasn’t  heated  enough  to  call  it  an  argument,  but  he  wouldn’t  ever  label  this  as  civil  either.  his  jaw  settled  at  her  words,  tempted  to  leave  the  room  now  and  hop  into  the  shower  without  bothering  to  continue  the  conversation,  but  then  she  started  bringing  up  things  he  didn’t  ever  recall  doing.  at  least  when  she  worded  it  like  that.  he  paused,  frown  deep  and  settled.  …what  ?  “  are  you  talking  about  the  night  of  the  gala  ?  ”  he  questioned,  finally  turning  to  face  her.  “  first  of  all,  i  didn’t  use  your  body.  don’t  word  it  like  that,  God.  second,  i  did  not  run  from  the  fucking  room,  quinn.  the  only  difference  between  that  night  and  all  the  other  nights  was  that  i  wasn’t  fucking  bursting  with  sunshine  and  happiness  in  the  moment,  but  i  didn’t  use  you  and  then  run,  like,  what  the  fuck  ? ”

quinn reached for one of the numerous throw pillows and pulled it close to her chest, wrapping her arms around it so tightly breathing became difficult. though, part of her wondered if her lungs were burning because of the compression of because of the anger in his eyes. she’d never seen fire look so cold. “really?” she placed the pillow on her lap and smoothed her hands over the silk material, “so, when you slept with me that night, it was purely for sexual gratification?” tilting her head up, quinn felt her chin quiver so she ground her teeth together and rolled her shoulders back, “i know you think i don’t notice how you feel, but i know you were upset that night, and i know that’s why you went home with him...and i let you because i...i wanted to help, in the only way i knew how––but then you just left me there. contrary to popular belief, i’m a person, and i like to be treated like one.” 

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hecrtfelt​:

griffin  snorted,  saying,  “  sorry.  i’ll  keep  it  to  carebear.  ”  he  shook  his  head  immediately  at  logan’s  comment,  leaning  deeper  in  the  chair  to  get  comfortable.  “  no,  ”  he  insisted,  fiddling  with  a  loose  string  on  his  button-up,  “  there’s  some  good people  at  legal.  ”  he  wasn’t  exactly  bffs  with  either  of  them  at  the  moment,  but  still.  “  ‘sides,  they  objectively  have  the  best  snacks  in  the  legal  vending  machine.  one  time,  i  was  so  fucking  bored  and  went  to  ten  different  floors.  turns  out  they  put  different  shit  in  each  machine.  it  says  a  lot  about  accounting  that  they  have  seven  different  nut  options.  ”  griffin  caught  the  putty  with  ease  and  began  tossing  it  aimlessly,  maintaining  a  steady  beat  as  he  caught  each  throw  in  the  air.  “  emotional  displacement  ?  ”  he  repeated,  trying  to  dodge  the  subject  now  that  he  was  forced  to  deal  with  it  and  its  ugly  truth.  “  that’s  hardly  real.  ”

logan hummed and shook his head slowly, overgrown curls flopping onto his forehead, “can’t believe you missed the opportunity to call me logiebear. you really are fucked in the head right now.” he wasn’t going to comment on the many instances in griffin’s past that probably meant he shouldn’t be hanging out with law-abiding citizens, but only because he actually seemed to be going through it. as soon as griffin’s suffering ended, logan would be there to create more of it like every good best friend should. “dude, it’s very real. dr. lei went to yale; she knows her shit.” he leaned back in his chair and placed his pointer fingers together like dr. evil, clearing his throat loudly, “you are obviously projecting your anger onto minor twinkie-related problems because you aren’t ready to face your actual feelings because you are, as we professionals say, a little bitch. boom, son, you just got shrinked.” 

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escxpiism​:

catching the silly putty as if she were a true athlete, she looked from the putty to logan… then back to the putty… then back to logan… hoping for an explanation… and boy, did she get one ! “ alright, ” she drawled out. there were three people alice would be willing to melt telepathically… although, if the opportunity truly came up, she knew – deep-down – that she wouldn’t be able to bring herself to melt two of them ( the third was right in front of logan ! she could melt her whenever, but… ), but if it was simply through the power of silly putty. she whacked it against the wall, more for fun than revenge fantasy ( life was… interesting ), and nodded her head. “ y’know, they should make, like… silly putty therapy, or something. ”

logan watched the putty smash into the wall, satisfied with the spread of his bad influence, and folded his arms over the material of his soft hoodie. “the deal was elaborate revenge fantasy. i need the gory specific details. i thrive on pettiness; it sustains me.” he bent down to pick up the smushed ball from the ground and rolled it between his palms until it was a perfect sphere again. “they do, actually. well, playdough therapy––10/10 would recommend––but i think they probably vetoed silly putty because of too many ruined-carpet incidents.”