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If you won the lottery, what would you buy with the money?

"drugs, probably. maybe a new guitar.”

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what inspires you?

"kaspar. my brother. knowing that i have to do right by him every single day.” 

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if theres one thing you could change about yourself what would it be?

“i'd put my poetry and music out there more instead of keeping it for myself.” 

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how many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop?

"i wouldn’t know. i’m guessing enough to make your tongue start to blister, though.” 

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what's ur biggest dream?

"i'd like to keep writing poetry and music and one day get recognized for my talents.” 

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what cheers you up when you're feeling down?

"writing poetry. writing music. hanging out with good people with good intentions.” 

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what accomplishment are you proudest of?

"in high school, i had a collection of my poetry published in the school magazine. it was pretty cool.” 

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levi woke up craving pancakes, so, before even putting on pants or a shirt -- he’s in a pair of light blue boxers -- he’s at the stove cooking. as he flips the first batch of pancakes, he hears footsteps coming into the kitchen, and without turning, he greets the other. “pancakes?” he questions, now looking over to see min. “i can add anything you want to them. except blueberries. we’re out of blueberries.” @minxshine

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sullivanism:

“you’re welcome.” he responds simply, not saying anything else before he turns, heading to the back to wait for levi to finish his shift. he sits his office area in the back, fidgeting with budgeting and scheduling while he waited. he and levi had a good relationship before feelings were confessed, and he had a feeling this would be a bit less professional ( read: awkward ) if that were the case. 

levi's last task before ending his shift is to grab a couple of to-go boxes for a young couple. he stalls a bit by organizing the register before heading to the back to greet sullivan. "hey." he practically whispers.

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daltxns:

“hey, dude.” he replied, standing outside the apartment. dalton shrugged at his question. “why not?” he simply said, finally walking into the others home. “nah but really, just a shit day. if you’re not up for it – i can always go?” he asked, setting the bags down on the nearest flat surface. “no worries, lemon happens to be one of my favorite scents. now if it were grape – we would’ve had a huge problem.” he jokes. “but really dude, if you got shit to do, i can always head back to my place.”

levi chuckles, shrugging his shoulders. "fair point." he responds. "no, stay. i wasn't doing anything tonight but cleaning and that can wait until the morning." levi begins winding up the cord to the vaccuum cleaner and wheels the cleaner into the hall closet. "hm? who cleans with grape-scented cleaner?" he asks, brows furrowed in what appears to be disgust. "c'mon, man, it's cool. i want you to stay. i could use a drink, too. so, what's going on?"

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zenxyun:

“probably. might make the staff happier too! i know back in the bakery we’re tired of listening to the same christmas playlist for a nine-hour shift,” he complained. “yeah, but don’t tell him i told you. he likes to pretend he’s an ice-cube. please do, though! i’ll help however i can.”

"a nine-hour shift? you work that long?" levi questions, brows raised in the utmost shock. "that's awful." he adds, shaking his head. "but, i won't. my lips are sealed. promise." he motions like he's zipping his lips and turning the key in the lock before tossing the key to the side.

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ofavalons:

“one song for a dollar. i do not question your ability to play fifty songs in the timespan of my shift and i do not have that kind of money,” she teased, shaking her head. she nodded knowingly at the mentioned place, giving him a shrug. “i wish i was best pals with someone who worked there so i could set you up. unfortunately i’m just best friends with you,” she joked, laughing softly. “me? i was actually thinking about getting a bite to eat before my shift later. if you want to come feel free to join me, but i can’t promise i’ll pick somewhere healthy.”

"you know me too well." levi chuckles, running a hand through slicked-back hair. "unfortunately? i'd say you're pretty fortunate in having me as your best friend." levi responds, laughing along with the other. "i'm used to being difficult when we go out to eat. if anything, i'll just order a salad and a water." he shrugs. "where were you thinking of going?"

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vichassan:

“God, no,” Vic laughed, watching him leap and finding herself worried he’d land on his ass or worse, faceplant. She decided that she liked him, quite a bit. Took some guts, plus talent and reasonable dexterity, to manage all of this without looking infinitely stupider or embarrassed. But she didn’t see that hesitation in him. “But you can tag along with me to the ATM, to collect your one hundred and twenty dollars of spectacle, if you want.”

brows raise as the woman offers to take him to the ATM. had he really just earned over a hundred dollars by doing a few dares? perhaps he could make a career out of this. "okay." he responds, still slightly in shock. "are you sure?"

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daltxns:

dalton’s day had gone from bad to worse. seeing his ex-girlfriend, and then fighting with his best friend via text. what dalton needed was to get drunk. and what better way to do that than to call up levi. after stopping at the liquor store to pick up a bottle of rum and some chasers, he found his way to levi’s place. there was no way he was going to run the risk of seeing either tae or min. when he got to the door, he looked down at his full hands, then used his foot to knock on the door. “open up, it’s time to get drunk,” he said, loudly enough for the other to hopefully hear.

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levi's been picking up his apartment for what feels like ten hours -- it's really only been two -- and he's nowhere close to being finished. his room's a disaster, but he's at least gotten the living room in order, so when the other knocks on the door, he's not entirely thrown off-guard. "coming!" he shouts over a playlist featuring primarily nineties r&b. "hey." he greets the other, swinging the door to his apartment open. "any reason you want to get drunk on a tuesday night?" he questions, gesturing to the bags in the other's hands. "oh, come in, come in." levi moves out of the way, allowing the other to enter. "sorry it smells like lemons. i've been cleaning."

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sullivanism:

“okay.” it’s a bland response, but sullivan was thinking about it. part of him felt like he owed it to levi, he wanted to do something nice for him regardless of what was being asked. but the other part truthfully considered the idea, and how it would be for his business. “how about this. you finish your shift, and then meet me in the back and we can talk about it. i need to know what you’ll need and ▬ “ he trails off for a moment, running a hand through his hair. “i think we can work something out.”

levi nods his head at sullivan's one-worded response, not necessarily sure how he should take it. when the other speaks again, levi can't help the smile that tugs on his lips, but he's slightly nervous for the conversation to come. "thanks, sullivan." it comes out softer than levi intends for it to, but he doesn't repeat himself. "i'll see you in a bit."

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sullivanism:

sullivan had acting relatively nonchalant when he turned levi down, but there was a lingering part of him that considered he may regret it. however, he shoved passed the feelings and decided it would be better if he didn’t think about it. “that’s good.” he nods, eyes looking around the restaurant. “are you working the dinner rush or are you off soon ? “ he asks, mostly to deduce why he had been wrong about the schedule, but levi didn’t need to know that. “performing some songs ? “ he asks. “ when would you want to perform ? “ he wasn’t against the idea, but the uneasy vibe between the two made for a slightly awkward conversation.  

levi nods his head in response, hands now shoved in the pockets of his pants. "i'm off in twenty minutes. maybe thirty if it gets too busy." he pulls his hands from his pockets, now realizing he might be having inappropriate posture. sullivan is his boss, after all. "um, i was thinking during the lunch hour? i think it'd be a little much for dinner." levi shrugs his shoulders. "maybe hosting an open-mic night on friday nights could be, uh, cool."