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hugoxvega:

“I can’t remember the book off the top of my head, but if I find it I can send it to you for to read?” Hugo offered with a smile hoping that the other wouldn’t be too upset with him for forgetting the title of the book. He had just read so many over the years that sometimes they all blended together.

“Oh how young is your baby?” Just like every dad in the cul-de-sac it seemed, he missed it when his own son was just a babe. At least they got along better then… “I hope that Russian can forgive us at least.” He chuckled and used this moment to order himself a drink before returning his focus to his new friend.

“Basil, what a lovely name. I am Hugo welcome to the neighborhood. I promise that all of us here can help you if you ever need anything so please do not be afraid to ask.” When his drink came he thanked the bartender and took a sip. “I can get a meeting with the principal, no problem. Is there a day that works for you the best?”

“Oh, I understand completely. Do you have a Goodreads account? I’m so forgetful, it’s excellent to keep track of your books.” Basil internally scolded himself. Asking for another man’s Goodreads account? They hadn’t even gone on a date! He held back a laugh, thinking of how scandalous he was acting. All for a handsome stranger at the bar. 

Basil perked up at the question, reaching into his pocket to fish out his phone. “She’s 9 months! 10, soon. Here’s us, just a few days ago. She’s growing like crazy,” Basil leaned forward to show off a selfie of him and Coriander, laying on the messy floor of his living room surrounded by toys. 

Smiling, he picked up his drink and sipped at it again. “Thank you, it’s been nice here. Everyone is so friendly. I’m glad I could steal a bit of your attention, Hugo.” Sliding his phone under some papers, Basil tapped his chin. “Well, any day works for me, really. I work from home. Sometimes the bar. Honestly, wherever I can find a moment of peace. I’m so available it’s sad,” he paused, “I mean, time wise. Not, uh, other available. Not that I’m not that one too, I mean- but that’s not what I meant. Oh my god.” 

Taking a breath, Basil slid his rum a few inches away from himself. “I swear I’m not drunk. Just a mess, as a constant thing.”  

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ofwillicms:

“oh, interesting! never meet many editors. i’m somewhat of a writer, so i’ll keep you in mind if i ever write a book.” will told the other with a grin, taking a sip from the only drink he was able to grab from the bar. watching the male’s face, he nodded and coughed a bit awkwardly as he slid down in his seat. “stalked is a bit of a harsher word for what’s going on. more like, being hit on to an uncomfortable degree. wish i was, but people are kinda weird nowadays.” laughing, will nodded, hiding behind the papers more. “oof, definitely the fbi. think they’d get to my case in time?” he joked.

“If you write a book, I’ll be waiting for you with open arms!” He laughed, relieved to learn the man wasn’t seriously being stalked. He leaned back, a little more relaxed, part of him sad that he didn’t get to be involved in a gritty stalker case... it could have been a great idea for a story. With that thought, he dug around in his briefcase and pulled out a small notebook to jot down the idea, glancing up at the stranger. 

“I’m relieved you’re not in actual danger, but I might write a short story about your potential night of disaster. Glad you aren’t being stalked though, I can drink to not being stalked!” He flipped the notebook closed and grinned. “I’m sad we won’t find out about FBI reaction times. Police dispatch can be real slow, you know? But man, the FBI. I’d like to think they’ve got an agent planted in every mom van, coffee shop, and bar, but it seems not. You’ll just have to deal with me tonight. Call me Agent Lynch, my duty is to keep creeps with no boundaries away from you.” Basil tried to keep a serious face, but ended up breaking into a laugh. “Or just Basil.” 

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jake-valentine:

Listen, none of your guests will ever know it’s a used mattress. Plus, you could get a hypoallergenic sheet to fit over it, so it’s like a germ blocker! Damn, I just convinced myself it would be okay to get a used mattress. Aren’t unused mattresses expensive, anyway? Ink and bleach never mixes well. 

But man! Can I live with the guilt of knowing I’m putting my honoured guests on a used mattress? Ooh, hypoallergenic sheets are tempting, though... Mattresses are expensive, especially on a budget, but like, we do what we gotta, right? Ink and bleach are literally from hell. Jerks. 

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yogahoserdad:

I’m not one to destroy appliances, but then again, I didn’t grow up with a lot. I was sleeping in a twin bed until I was in my late teens and became too tall for it. I’m a bit too frugal for such experiments, but if you’re having fun, that’s what matters. 

That’s fair! We got ours from the thrift store, most of ‘em were already halfway to hell before I finished the job! Made destroying them... easier? That sounds awful, back pain central... I’m on the couch myself right now, it’s not much more comfortable than a twin. Even if you’re frugal, at least you can always watch videos on the Youtube of other people blowing things up! 

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dieselxdaddy:

“I don’t think we’ve ever talked before,” said Diesel, “I’m Dashiel–but people usually call me ‘Diesel’…I’m a mechanic and father of the little girl you just met.” He wasn’t sure if it was worse that Lydia had called some dad he had on his dadbook that he didn’t even know or better that it was a stranger.  “How old is yours?”

Basil felt his face heat up, embarrassed to speak with a stranger, out of the blue, on the phone. He tried to keep his cool. “Well, haha, I suppose it’s nice to meet you then, Diesel. Unless you’d prefer Dashiel?” He smiled and shuffled around his house, trying to keep himself from bumping into furniture, toys, or a baby, while holding then phone up. 

“Sorry, hunting down mine right now- she took off with a pair of my socks. My business socks!” He turned to yell the last line into the living room, where a squeal of laughter erupted from Coriander. “She’s 9 months! Going on 10, soon. How ‘bout yours?” 

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Basil looked over and blinked when he overheard the comment, but couldn’t help laughing when he spotted another man carrying a baby away from the other side of the flowerbed. 

“It must be the colours. If I was tiny and saw these flowers, I’d think they’d look awfully tempting.” Basil joked, bending over to pick up a flower with a broken stem and putting it between his teeth, Coriander balanced on his hip. He offered a wide grin to the other man, then grimaced and spat the flower out when a bitter taste seeped from them stem. “Sorry, that was supposed to be suave. These babies don’t know anything about what flowers are delicious, that one was awful!” 

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Loren had decided that today was a good day to take the family to explore the park. Chapters thirty-five through forty of  The Good Homemaker’s Manual were dedicated to the importance of family outings and fresh air and exercise. Silver was hanging out at the jungle gym, looking like Grumpy Cat, Crystal was texting on a park bench, when she was supposed to be watching Aria on the swings, and Plantagenet was…crawling swiftly towards some flowers. Oh no…Loren sprinted off towards the flower beds, scooping up his youngest as a red haired man began walking away from the flowers with a baby of his own. “What is it with babies and flowers?” Loren asked, not sure if the other father could hear him or even if he was talking to the other man. 

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hugoxvega:

“You’re not rambling at all, you have my entire focus right now. That sounds complex but it makes sense. It makes me wish that I had thought of this when I was younger, there is so much you can do with this. It reminds me of a book series I read a while back about magic and in it they actually used this super bomb of sorts that was magic to stop one of the world wars.” The blush on the man’s cheek looked good on him but he didn’t comment on that.

A chuckle escaped him and he shook his head, not finding his work that ‘brave’. “Someone has to do it and I enjoy it so why not?” Sure there were days he wished that he was writing for a living instead of dealing with moody teenagers but honestly he loved it all. “I apologize my Russian is a bit rusty but I believe dobryy vecher vam tozhe is correct?” Hugo made a face hoping that he didn’t butcher the language. 

“An e-magazine?” Reaching up with his free hand he brushed his hand along his mustache as he thought. “I could try, I am not sure how much weight I could pull but honestly, I love that idea. It would help get my students more active in the classroom and pumped about writing.” The more he thought about it the more he was down for it. “This is no problem at all, let me see what I can do.“

Basil couldn’t help feeling gidding at the other’s interest. Not many people really wanted to talk about his silly writing, but this man seemed genuine, and that had Basil’s heart aflutter. “That sounds amazingly fun. What book was it? Maybe I’ll have to read it.” He said. 

“Still! I don’t know if I could handle middle and high school kids. I can hardly handle a baby, and I’ve only got one,” He laughed. “Your Russian sounds fine to my American ears, which means there’s a Russian hiding in this bar waiting to punch us for butchering it together.” Basil teased, making a small show of looking around the bar suspiciously for their fictional Russian assailant. 

“All I need is a meeting with the principal. I can handle it from there.” Then there’d be the long process of Basil explaining his criminal records, to the principal. Some were understanding, though wary, others shut him down completely. Basil hoped for the sake of the children, and getting to know the stranger across from him better, that things would go well with the school. “I’m sorry, I’ve been rude; My name is Basil Lynch. Pleased to make your acquaintance...?” He trailed off, leaning back and offering his hand. 

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Basil: It’s alright! Um, it’s flattering, really. I’m not used to it is all. 

Basil: Thank you for the offer. 

Basil: ...That felt really formal. Sorry, dude. Thank you for the offer, dude. Better!

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Hathor: My proposal made you nervous.

Hathor: My apologies.

Hathor: I have been told I’m too blunt.

Hathor: Ah. Well, I don’t date since I don’t see a point to romance for myself. But my offer still stands.

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Basil: Oh!! Oh jeez. My bad, my bad!!

Basil: Thank you for the proposal, I'm flattered, um, I'm more of a third date kind of guy though!

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Hathor: I feel I would not have acted better.

Hathor: That is not what I was proposing at all. It was more of a sharing the bed sort of proposal.

Hathor: I should’ve been more clear.

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"Oh, awesome! Thanks for reaching out to me, you'll probably see me loitering around often. I'm just looking for books for my daughter today, but I'll be back for me soon enough, too!"

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Anyone want to accompany me to the bookstore later? I’ll treat you to coffee! This isn’t at all because I don’t like going new places by myself, not at all.

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Anyone want to accompany me to the bookstore later? I'll treat you to coffee! This isn't at all because I don't like going new places by myself, not at all.

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Basil: I mean, I did the best I could with the situation, thanks dude!

Basil:. Oh shit, are you selling yours? I’m so sorry, I’m wanting to get a new one, it’s the guest room mattress, so! Thank you though. I’m only moderately cute, anyway!

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Anyone around the area know a good place to buy a new mattress? Might have destroyed one. Maybe. Nothing to do with trying new things and spilling an entire bottle of ink. Definitely didn’t use undiluted bleach. Did not panic. Anyway… 

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Basil: The most action that bed has seen is me dropping it down the stairs trying to get it into the apartment...

Basil: Oh! Delivery sounds nice. I'll have to look them up. Thanks dude!

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Right? It's a first for me. I've only destroyed one mattress, but I've broken a few microwaves in my lifetime. Mainly by putting things in them you aren't supposed to. Can't do that with a mattress, so I'm gonna say destroying microwaves is more fun!

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Anyone around the area know a good place to buy a new mattress? Might have destroyed one. Maybe. Nothing to do with trying new things and spilling an entire bottle of ink. Definitely didn’t use undiluted bleach. Did not panic. Anyway… 

You destroyed a mattress, eh? Damn, with ink? That’s not even close to as fuck as other ways to destroy a mattress

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Maybe not a used one. I could suffer that kind of sketchiness, but it's for the guest room and that's just bad host...Ness! Thank you though. It was one disaster filled but a very bad decision. Ink and bleach and me being very print to jump scares....

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I did no such thing. For once. Centrifugal force is still my friend today. ...I hope.

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Anyone around the area know a good place to buy a new mattress? Might have destroyed one. Maybe. Nothing to do with trying new things and spilling an entire bottle of ink. Definitely didn’t use undiluted bleach. Did not panic. Anyway…