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"I'm constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me."

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                                "No wonder your nose is crooked." Did you really just go there, Nao? I hope she punches the shit outta you. Of course he wasn't serious but it still wasn't something that he should say to a lady. "Still, thank me and I may let you take my picture." Conceited to the highest level.

✦; “Not like you saved me from something awful. I’ve fallen and smacked my face off of things plenty of times.” She was a damn good photographer, but a poor pedestrian—especially when she got wrapped up in things.

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                                The colors around her were starting to swirl. That once good mood was beginning to turn red with anger. Woman were so easily triggered! "And you think I would care about something so trivial?" he asks while shrugging his shoulders and chewing on the straw to his juice box. "You should be thanking me, sweet cheeks." -- "I saved you from busting that pretty face of yours and that fancy toy."

✦; Her bangles sang as she was caught and then tossed aside. For fuck’s sake, what a jerk! It was an accident and she had done worse to others before. Sharply she bit her tongue, trying her best not to let that infamous temper get the best of her. Sharply she exhaled, brows crashing down. “It was an accident.”

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                                This is why women never get any love from him. They hissed, bit and used those fancy nails as weapons. Though, it had been Nao's fault he was slapped so harshly. I mean, you don't tell a mother than her child is going to die in three days without any punishment. "Ah--women suck eggs." How adult-ish of you, Nao.

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                                Despite being focused on his juice the boy became alert when the girl tripped over his semi-long legs. Even with knowing the consequences, he reached out, caught her and managed to save the expensive toy she was carrying around. "Get your head out of your ass and watch where your'e going." He says while jerking his hand away once he was sure she was balanced. "And apology not accepted." He huffed like the child he really was. 

✦; Pictures, pictures, pictures. With the weather finally letting up and the sun burning away the cold Dani could finally spend more than an hour or two outside without freezing. She was currently on a snapping frenzy, her pricey Sony pressed to her eye as she shot one thing twenty times before shifting to something else. The doe was in her element to such an extent that she tripped and stumbled over the legs of someone parked on a bench. "Ooh, sorry!"

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                                Had Nao put vodka into a juice box? Yes, he had. The boy was sipping as if it were actually juice without so much of a blink of his eyes. "Not enough -- I can still see." He mumbled in annoyance. "I should have just brought the whole bottle." But that would be frowned upon. Even though he's 21 now, he could still go to jail for public intoxication considering he was lazying around in the park.

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                                "And what if I don't want to hush?" Nao asks while shrugging his shoulders with a sly grin. "I mean, dirty secrets always come out sooner or later." He did have a point but it wasn't going to come from his mouth. Why would he want those auras? Haha, that would be a tragic headache, indeed. "You're going to have to buy my silence." A rotten boy he was.

        ___I’m gonna give you some T—E—R—R—I—B—L—E thrills___

                —alwaysseenasaboy                       —brunneis-oculos                            —xbrownie                                —goldeneyedhero                                     —bloodytrails                                         —mijiimena

     Oops. Ethan gave a sheepish grin to the neighbor of his client. Uh oh. He was spotted sneaking out of the house. Despite the fact that he was spotted sneaking out of the home of what he was sure was a married woman’s home, he gave a grin to the other. He placed a finger to his lips. "Shhh…The husband came over early."

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                                Smiling the boy repeated himself, "I said -- would you like to take me home?" He asks against while humming softly. Nao really had no shame when it came to things like this. His body was craving the attention of another or more so he didn't want this high to ever end. He didn't want to go back to seeing, hearing or feeling things that weren't his own. Nao wanted to be free more than anything but it was proving to be harder than anything else in this world. Everyone else was quick to die yet he wasn't? It was fucking fair and it made him so god damn angry that he could puke.

"If you would be so kind," He speaks after a moment of silence. Even in his drunken haze Nao was aware that this man was his type. Tall, dark haired and a nice body to match even though the man was still dressed. Though, this person was one that Nao would normally stay away from if he were to be sober -- all those muddled colors were sure to give him a full blown migraine if he hadn't been so drunk.

"I swear I won't be any trouble~" If you're wondering how he could still talk without being misunderstood is because he drinks so much that his tolerances was one of a alcoholic and his sex drive was one that a whore would have. It was things like these that made people want to stay away from Nao which he was grateful for. He wanted no one and needed no one unless they were driving his demons away.

                              If he could, he would claim today as the best day ever — rather, the latter half of the day gave him the best experience. He had performed a solo in a concerto for the night and he wouldn’t hesitate to call it a success. Timothy was happy that his hard work had paid off. All the hours spent on playing his cello and practicing the lengthy piece to be played out in sync with the other instrument — he was glad that everything turned out well. For once, he felt every weight burdening on his shoulders were lifted and he felt easy in his steps. There weren’t any contradicting voices in his head telling him better than his own mind. Tonight Timothy was Timothy — he could feel himself, and he was glad.        Although, it was rather late and he would have to catch up on the last train. His good mood somehow was slightly ruined by the thought of having to walk at long distance home. He wouldn’t like calling the taxi as it would require him to give direction. Talking to other people made him feel at an edge of anxiety; he was never good with conversing with people, he rather talk with his music. Gripping the handle of his cellist case tighter in his holding, the cellist picked the pace in his step — worry started to drawn to his face.

                            Only as he was nearing a park, he stumbled across a man who was sitting on it. He stopped once feeling that he was being talked to — although he didn’t really pay much of an attention - neither did he catch what was being uttered to him given that the words were slurred out in blurred lines. “E-eh ?” Frowning, he stopped, approaching the male closer. He knew he should have ignored the latter — but he would be guilty later on and he knew his guilt would eat him up good and this moment would be lingered on for days —  that he would feel so wrong if he were to ignore the other “So-sorry?” 

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                                Everything looked like a muddled mess thanks to the large amount of liquor he had poured down his throat. Nao squinted his eyes as he tried to make out what time it was on his phone but that was proving to be more difficult than he had imagined. Though, by the lack of sounds and light, he was sure it was pretty late. Today had been a rough day and now he needed some release.

He had run into a rape victim with PTSD and something had set her off which caused her emotions to lash out at him like venomous snakes. Sure, he didn't blame her for having problems and being a victim but fuck, get that shit under control. He had never had such a headache in his life after that but right now he could feel literally nothing.

Besides the slight buzzing in his ears which he was sure were red. Sitting up the boy realized someone was approaching rather quickly. Were they sweating? It was rather cool out though.. Nao uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, placing his hands between his legs and letting them rest on the bench. "Neh, mister -- would you like to take me home?" He asks, clearly drunk or at least buzzed. I needa good fuck..