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noah💌libby

Libby: look who's talking! 💜

libby: terribly excited if i'm being honest... books, art, and paris. i mean, what more could i possibly need from life?

libby: haha, sounds like a plan. i reckon the credit cards need to be broken out for this most special occasion.

Noah: Please my credit card needs a good swipe

Noah: or 12

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noah💌libby

Libby: hey, hey! miss you as well.

Libby: always up for an adventure, noah. totally willing to come back down to planet earth just to pay you a visit, tho the nebulas are fairly beautiful. :0)

Libby: what adventure were you thinking of this time?

Noah: Always the charmer, my dear Libby x

Noah: How excited are you for Paris because I am overly excited but am trying to act casual (in true Noah fashion)

Noah: Do you want to prep? Girls day out?

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noah💌libby

Noah: Hey, I miss you.

Noah: Message me when you want another adventure yeah? Unless you've fallen off the face of the earth that is & if so, I hope you are enjoying the nebulas

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lcminescent‌:

As Noah turned to face Blue, the blond didn’t know what to expect. The days had stretched into weeks since he had last seen the other, and despite what Blue rationally knew he should be feeling, there was a seed of anxiety that had begun to sprout in his heart, worrying about the man he was once so close with. Blue felt as though he could truly breathe when he saw the other, crouched over a pile of dusty books, an uncharacteristically wide smile filling his face. It suited him, Blue decided. “You know me, always got my nose in a book,” the footballer laughed in sarcastic self deprecation, earning a few pointed stares from other, more well read patrons in the store. Although the blond didn’t read as much as the voracious reader that stood before him, it could be said that he was certainly in far better standing than he was when Noah and Blue were first acquainted, which was worth noting at least. Still, Blue couldn’t help but feel somewhat self conscious as he cleared his throat. 

 As the two began to talk, for a moment, just a moment - Blue had completely forgotten the cacophony of history that trailed the pair in unending waves. The terrible confessions, the premature punches, the hole that Blue had unknowingly punctured in the other’s heart. All of that dissipated, and suddenly Blue could envision the two… as friends. A place he never thought the two would be. As the other made mention of the gala, Blue felt an involuntary blush shade over his cheeks. “You should… you should have said hi. Glad to see you’re okay though, man.” If only Blue knew the very hand that softly cradled a book before him was the very hand that had tossed a brick through his best friend’s window, vindication for a wrong that Blue had already forgiven. The conversation lulled for a moment, Blue scrambling to fill the space. He chuckled in spite of himself, shooting Noah an earnest look. “Fuck, you can tell I’m out of place, huh ? Can’t believe I’m scared of tattooed trees, how wild is that ?”

Noah never judged Blue for his lack of reads, as he knew Blue would never judge him for his lack of exercise. It had always been that way, ‘’Oh I do know you, Blue. A very avid reader...of texts and memes.’’ Noah laughed, complete ease washing him, even if it had not the other. ‘’Oh, no, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me and I didn’t think, er- Holden would want me anywhere near you, so I kept out the way. Plus, facially I looked pretty rough.’’ Noah was truthful, genuine, a rarity only a few got to see. He wasn’t searching for sympathy and hope to god that Blue didn’t think that of him.

As Blue forced his words into the space between them, Noah laughed, patting him on the shoulder, gesturing for him to follow as he weaved his way through the bookshelves to the main desk, ‘’If you feel out of place then I guess we should go somewhere you feel better, plus, some people are trying to read.’’ He nodded, aware of the irregular noise level of the shop. ‘’Sad to admit but I’m here by choice right now, I had nothing to do today so I just came here.’’ Again, Noah hoped he didn’t sound like he was fishing for anything- oh the struggles of being open. 

It felt as though everything reverted back to how it was and each misfortune had, in fact, never taken place at all. As if Blue had never ended their friendship, as if they had never fought, as if Noah had never hurt him. It all felt like they were just the same, even if it was periodic, Noah enjoyed it and shamefully felt his old feelings blossom back. It was hard to swallow and Noah tried to hide any tenderness but it was true that Noah Malone was, again, falling for Blue Hawthrone.

‘‘Why don’t we have that game of bowling? The lanes are empty this time of day. It can be on me. Sounds good, right?’‘ Noah smiled, signing out of the employee book. ‘‘We can do something else if you want but I’d love to spend the day with you if you’re not busy, of course.’‘

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norezstrictions‌:

atenáti sighed in relief once their drink was delivered, raising it with a nod of their head to noah and then taking a large drink from the cup. the hennessy had a familiar sting that made them hate it on the way down, and love it once it settled. “do let me know,” the femme scoffed playfully, mocking the way he spoke. they weren’t normally so silly, especially with someone that they barely knew, but they’d had a few drinks prior to his arrival already. 

“you think you’re entitled to my sob story just because you bought me a drink?” they challenged with a cocked brow, taking another drink with the lightest of smiles. banter felt good. they didn’t want to think about this week anymore. so their lips were sealed. still, their eyes focused on noah with interest. they realized they didn’t know much about him, had just seen him around and made conversation when it seemed like they were the only two without a place. “tell me yours and i’ll tell you mine,” they smirked, lowering their face back toward their glass.

Noah’s lips pursed, making a hissing sound, soon forming into a smile, ‘’Well, then, I do love a mystery.’’ His head shook, amused greatly by the other. ‘’I don’t think I’m entitled but I am usually quite good at getting my way.’’ Noah admitted, ‘’This once I’ll pander it, huh.’’ Another laugh, another tease. ‘’A mess of heartbreak. It’s pitiful, really. Dumped.’’ Now that wasn’t the full or true story, was it, Noah? ‘’I’m just moving on, looking for someone new but alcohol is a depressant. Is that enough information to earn a story from you?’’

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lcminescent‌:

@noah-malone

their tumultuous relationship had weathered the harshest storms, the waves lapping at them cruelly at every damn turn. it started when they were kids - and blue let the fear of who he was separate the pair for years. it wasn’t until both noah and blue had been reacquainted in the woods that a punch or two had been thrown, and blue confessed as to why he’d allowed them to grow apart. and in one fowl swoop, noah undermined their entire relationship in a second - revealing a truth that blue still grappled with himself. but blue wasn’t mad anymore. no, if anything… there was a small part of blue that actually understood the person, the feeling that noah was trying to protect. his heart hadn’t healed from the many injunctions their relationship had fared over the years, blue still unsure what he meant to noah at all. but at the very least… he understood. it all made sense.

blue walked into the bookshop as if for the first time in his life, the musty aroma of scented and aged volumes scattered about on high-reaching shelves. the blond had no notion as to his plan for entering the store, as his eyes scanned over what few other patrons were in the store with him as his eyes finally fell to the man he’d been waiting to see. noah was stacking books into a shelf in the back corner, and blue felt himself gingerly floating over to that corner of the room. the other could no doubt hear him walking over, the archaic floorboards creaking with every step he made. kitted out in his post football training gear, blue could already see the thoughts littering noah’s mind as he awkwardly pursed his lips. “footballers can read, you know.” there was a hesitant laugh in his voice, his eyes scanning the other for any sort of indicator as to how he should proceed. if he should proceed. pawing the ends of his hoodie around his hands, blue shuffled on his feet at the other. “but yeah, i was just in the, uh, area and thought… i’d see how you are. i looked for you at the gala the other night and didn’t see you and…. yeah. it’s been a while.”

Noah had been on edge for a while, anxiety bubbling at every odd footstep, in fear, it would be Holden to come to break his nose and campus security coming to inquire about one of the villa’s smashed windows. Work was relaxing for him, taking extra time and pride in the bookshop, not letting a single book be without a home. The shop had never looked better. 

The idyllic moment, organising the most tedious section- animal biology- yet the most rewarding, was interrupted by a creak on the floor. Noah was so familiar with the building that he knew exactly the proximity the other was to him, slowly crouching down to place the last books onto the floor periodically, catching his breath, fear deep-rooted to his gut. Turning tentatively, Noah was soon pleasantly surprised. Blue. It was Blue! Was this his apology forgiven or- Oh he’s smiling, he’s joking, oh Blue, it’s so good to see you here. The most genuine smile sat on Noah’s thin lips, stretching to brush his cheeks, eyes creasing. ‘’Oh yeah, what have you been reading lately?’’ Noah teased, fully twisting his body to see the other, watching his hands grab onto his hoodie, smiling easing to a more relaxed placement, becoming easy on his face. ‘’I was at the gala and- well, I saw you and yeah, you looked great,’’ Noah admitted, pink dusting his nose. ‘’I didn’t come over though ‘cos I didn’t want to disturb your night.’’ He nodded, stepping forward. ‘’It has been a while and it’s a pleasure to see you.’’ 

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the-great-and-wonderful-oz‌:

The cold never deterred Oz from his morning training. 

In fact, it was the rush of running towards the sharp sting of wind burn on the tip of his nose and cheeks – a pleasure only frigid Connecticut weather could beautifully allow – that he felt most violently alive. He was always chasing that feeling.

Oz wasn’t the Track Team captain because of his smile. He was fast. And he demanded that he not only meet but surpass yesterday’s speed. Yesterday’s sucesses were insignificant. All that mattered was today. He could hear his father’s voice. If you’re going to do anything. You better be the best. The air pushed through his nose and out his mouth, clouding in front of him arms pumping at his sides. Being better wasn’t an option. Be the best.

Still. When he saw a fallen item on the ground in front of him he slowed to a stop, tapping his watch to stop his timer.

“Hey!” calling out to a figure ahead of him, swooping down to collect the item and jogging to catch up, “I think you dropped this!”

Noah was a common loiterer around the track, he was always looking for a certain someone in the area and he hated when he actually had to interact with anyone there as he was embarrassed, book shop clerk, stoner and a general nerd at the track? It’s just a bit odd, isn’t it? Of course, it was his precious zippo that fell and now he feared some athlete discouraging his smoking habits. 

Spinning on his heel, he smiled falsely, ‘’Oh, thanks mate.’’ Extending his arm out accept his missing item, he scanned the other’s face, recognising around campus but not truly knowing who he was. ‘’I’m always losing shit.’’ He laughed plainly, hoping that if a conversation did form he would adapt fast to the appropriate chat. Then he realised. Oz. Fucking Oz. How could Noah forget? Hated for simply hating another. ‘’Oh- er, long time no see.’’

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norezstrictions‌:

náti hadn’t been to the bar alone in several weeks, usually preferring to have a drinking buddy to stop themself from … well, that part they weren’t sure about. but the aching reminder of their father’s drunken abuse made them afraid to get too drunk without somebody with them. it felt safer. still, they were a few drinks in when they felt a tap on their shoulder. their body tensed immediately, shoving the hand away and twirling around on the bar stool to face whoever dared to touch them without their permission. 

noah was a surprise. “makeover?” shortly after, their eyes averted, touching the unfamiliar ends of their shortened hair. “yeah.” their tone was sour, heart in their stomach until his offer to buy them a drink distracted them from their internal misery. they offered the slightest of smiles, deciding that they were not in a position to turn down kindness. from their few interactions with noah they had deduced that he was an outsider at st. e’s too, so they trusted his offer as being genuine. “… hennessey and coke.” they down the last bit of their drink, then sighed, “it’s that kind of night.” they turned back around, patting the stool next to them for noah to sit.

Noah leant his arms on the counter, wincing at the sticky substance which clung to the fair hairs blanketing his skin. Ordering their drinks, Noah began to ponder whether or not to question exactly what kind of night it truly was, already having an inkling. Unable to think of his own conversation, he chose to pry as then again, who would mention if they were completely opposed? Everyone craved attention.

‘‘Do let me know what kind of night it is as I might be in the same boat.’‘ He mused, taking the short glasses, hair pulling away from the counter. ‘‘Heartbreak? It’s my current ache, too.’‘ Noah guessed, it is the stereotypical reason when down in a bar.

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It had been several hours at the dive and several whiskeys later, there were no sorrows tonight except a few underlying wounds to be reopened, a couple shots later. This moody atmosphere was not something Noah often sought out but that particular night he was enjoying it and all the pretentious misfits that filled the cramped, dreary bar. There was one misfit that he remembered the silhouette of but the appearance had changed drastically since he last glanced at them. Slim finger met shoulder with a tap, ‘’If it isn’t Atenati? Makeover I see?’’ He enquired, leaning onto the bar before them, calling the attention of the barmaid, ‘’Tell me what you’re drinking, it’s on me.’’ @norezstrictions

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@libbykensington

a real gentleman

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(ง •̀_•́)ง hell hath no fury

holden: unless you're interested in getting the ever living fuck out of you beaten out of you, i suggest you look into apologizing for what you did, you fucking snake.

sheer, hot wrath was the only consistent emotion holden had maintained since the confessions had been dropped. it came in waves, when he caught a glance of his best friend’s lightly sagged shoulders, the chagrin veneer that sometimes sat over his expression. holden didn’t push it, the exposure had been intrusive enough, especially given who it had come from. all of the anger that dwelled within holden was to be exacted towards the traitorous vermin who’d consciously outed blue, noah.

holden: sad that you're still lusting over someone who moved tf on? boo fucking hoo

sending out a text was likely not the most intelligent decision, realizing that it had only made noah more slippery and harder to find. thankfully, the campus was small and there weren’t far too many holes for noah to dip into. it was only a matter of time before they crossed paths. holden allowed himself to be patient, to choose his moment… to allow noah to feel safe, to make him believe that perhaps the texts had held empty promises. after a few days, holden camped himself outside of the library, stewing in the brisk winter air as he lit cigarette after cigarette, waiting for noah to trail out.

holden:  also idfc who your parents are or if you show this to the faculty, the police, bring it tf on. it's over for you on sight, you weasel bitch.

 it took a hours, but it was worth the wait to get noah alone, and vulnerable, just after he’d cluelessly clambered down the steps. wordlessly, holden grabbed him by the collar of his shirt pulling him to the side of the building, away from the lights, and out of sight from prying eyes. “you think forgot, you fucking weasel?” he hissed out in a low voice, both hands grasping at the smaller boy’s collar, knuckles snug under his chin. “you’re so fucking lucky daisey just got butchered and they’re looking into us, or else maybe you’d be the body in the woods,” he jeered, malice tied in to his every syllable, hatred seeping out of his eyes. “tell me why you did, and maybe i’ll spare you a broken bone or two,” holden spat, reaching up to grab a fist full of the other’s brown hair, pushing his head roughly against stone building’s wall as he loomed over him, breath catching in his throat as his anger radiated via every action, every huff of air that fell past his lips. 

The proverbs say REVENGE is best served cold? Now, Noah had to disagree and clearly, Holden did too. REVENGE is SWEET, HOT, VIOLENT and oh so, CRAVED. The consequences did not matter, the line between what is good and what is bad was blurred. It had been a week since Holden beat the blonde to a pulp, his revenge was taken but now it was Noah’s turn. He wanted to strike fear. Sure this wasn’t the way back to Blue but Blue wouldn’t have to know and Holden wouldn’t have to know it was him either. Random attack on a jock, it happens.

School property? Who gives a damn, the school has bigger problems to look into. Students are turning to dust left, right and centre. Noah knew where the villa was, he had visited Blue there once before and roughly knew the layout. Noah was good like that, memorising small details in case they were in use later. God bless his talent, as his father would have called it, in remembering which bedroom was Holden’s. He could not forgive himself if he got the wrong room, hurting Blue. Sure he felt bad for scaring the other’s in the house but it didn’t matter, this had to be done.

It was late, or possibly you could say early, Noah knew that nobody was up especially on a Monday night and the lights were off- Noah just had to hope Holden was in. He crouched low on the grass, coming closer to the window, white brick in hand. The brick was from behind the bleachers at the football field, keeping the attack close to home. Letters were painted on it in a vibrant red:

HELL HATH NO FURY

Arm leant back, hand releasing brick and gravity taking its course as the brick met glass, smashing through it, shards falling into the room which Holden was to sleep in. The brick hits the floor with a note, written out in the same capitals, words of no meaning, simply to scare Holden or the other members in the house although the accusation was strong:

WHAT HAPPENED TO DAISEY RUTHERFORD?

Then he fled, seeing the grass become illuminated as the light leaked through the remaining shards of the window, glass glistening on the dirt. Through the village he ran, converse slapping the pavement harshly, heavy feet echoing as twilight engulfed his shadow. Only the destruction was left.

@holden-woods

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lcminescent‌:

For the first time since Noah and Blue had met up that night, their only savior being the intrusive and incessant flicker of a faulty light illuminating the parking lot, suddenly, Blue felt his anger begin to satiate. Blue was still irrevocably heated - that was to be expected. Especially at the gratuitous uses of baby which, in Blue’s mind, Noah had long but forfeited. However, the mention of a him, a third party to the pair that Blue hadn’t even considered gave him pause. It caused a sinking feeling to settle in his stomach, and Blue searched Noah’s eyes needily as he vainly attempted to untangle the strands the other was laying before him. There was more, and before being driven on irrational emotion, Blue had to understand completely. He couldn’t handle the way their relationship toggled like a yoyo. He needed to know if he was going to be in… or if he was going to be out. “If you keep asking for promises man, the word is gonna mean nothing,” Blue commented flatly, trying his best to seem at least somewhat okay with the situation unfolding without continuing to let out how disappointed he was. Blue knew for a fact that many people couldn’t believe what Noah had done. 

Blue gently got back up to his feet, offering to help the other up with a reticent glare as he motioned towards his car. “We shouldn’t just be sitting out here man, we’re gonna be fucking bowled over.” Not the best time for a bowling pun, despite their location, but the awkward scrunch on his lips was enough to affirm that Blue was at least… willing to negotiate with Noah. The two, keeping their just distance, managed to head towards Blue’s decrepit, maroon coloured vehicle. The two piled inside as the blond found himself playing with the radio, trying to do anything and everything to distract him. Blue was conscious how anxious Noah was, and although it was probably his own fault, Blue couldn’t help but feel twangs of guilt course through him. He hated seeing anyone like this - especially someone that Blue used to think the world of. Even after Blue did the terrible thing that he did. “If there was a time where you had the floor to spill your guts and tell me why the fuck you did what you did, now would be the time…” Blue breathed out rapidly, unable to make eye contact with the other as he put his hands on the stationery wheel, his keys still in his pockets.

It was lighter again, the air shifted. The old unknowing fading, their stream of consciousness returning. Humour was always the correct medicine and Blue let it flow so effortlessly. Watching Blue’s fingers fiddle with the radio, Noah sighed, eyes soon trailing up the arm and to the face of the other. It was time for his honesty and time for truth. Noah was to say the one thing he never thought he would say aloud, the one intimate secret that he promised to never say but then again if you keep asking for promises, the word is gonna mean nothing.

Noah was to tell the truth the whole truth. The nitty and the gritty, the beautiful and the damned, the beauty and the beast. Once decided there was no turning back. Once said it was then promised to be true but then again, what was two more promises? Only to add the pile of others made throughout a lifetime. Momentarily the promises were sincere and that was what was to count.

NOAH TOLD THE TRUTH. 

HIS SECRET IS OUT.

TO REMAIN HIDDEN IN THE TRUST OF BLUE HAWTHRONE.

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“Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

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‘‘Not to become an annoying teenager but, what should I wear to the charity ball and most importantly, what is this beautiful lady wearing?’‘ Noah smiled, trying to make light of the situation, aware of how upsetting the ball truly is but also as he was unsure how Libby was feeling about him after the gossip blog, seeing as everyone else on campus hated him. @libbykensington

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lcminescent‌:

As Noah found himself falling to the ground in an ungraceful heap - a sight not at all common from someone born in the most affluent suburbs of Ashmont, Blue felt himself fall to his knees besides him, a nervous expression on his face. He couldn’t pretend that the fact Noah had outed him to the entire school sat well with the blond at all. But he saw the pain flickered behind his eyes, and was blatant to see the fact that there was more to the story than he was saying. And although Blue’s emotions were known to be volatile at times, he couldn’t help but find sympathy for the boy who, after all, had cared for him in a way no one else had all those years ago. Blue heaved on a breath, unsure how to proceed. He wondered if others in the parking lot of the bowling alley looked at them, and wondered what was going on. Or, if of a rare few were patrons their age, would know exactly what conversation was being had. The thought of others thinking about Blue in any way other than the way he’d hoped was almost too much for him to bear, as he cemented his hands firmly on the ground as he looked at the other, trying to dissuade all those other thoughts from running wild in his mind. “I want to know why you did it,” Blue murmured sheepishly, unable to meet the other’s eye as to hide his fractured expression grow from sorrow to guilt. “Because this isn’t like you, Noah. This just makes no fucking sense.”

As Blue’s features changed, Noah’s own blues trailed his features, every crease. This wasn’t a romance and not something that Noah wanted to be romanticised, it was a chain of memories, a chain of mistakes and now he’s the latest mistake tangled with his past. Although it seemed to the eye that Noah was merely obsessed, he wasn’t. The darlings did not die easily for Noah, every feeling valid, mature in youth. It was undoubtedly true that traces of Blue were etched onto his heart but those patterns would never escape. As time travelled and so did his body, drifting away from Ashmont, the boy he knew may have been forgotten but the feeling would be there still. That was the pain of those who became important to you, they were with you for a lifetime.

Jaw clamped shut, teeth clingy to the tongue like a bear trap holding a beast begging for it to surrender but the creature begged to escape, to yowl, to be free and that’s just what his tongue became. Teeth lifted, letting his tongue be free, blood filling the space between his lip and bottom gum. He was free to say the truth, what was happening, who he was hiding, all his precious secrets. ‘’It’s not me I’m protecting or hiding, it is him and always has been him. Blue, baby, I’m sorry I did this to you. I was scared, I’m not scared for what happens to me if my truths come out, it’s what he does or what happens to him if they do. I’m saving him. If I tell you, then you must promise to never tell.’’ Noah begged, eyes red, tears running, hands clasping the other’s wrists. ‘’I know it’s rich coming from me but please, I can explain as long as you promise me- even if it’s a lie. Just promise for now and then do whatever after. Just promise me, Blue. One more promise and I’ll go or we can start again or whatever.’’ He was desperate. ‘’Just give me one more promise? Please?’’

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atenati‌:

atenáti’s dark eyes landed on him, a lazy shrug lifting only their left shoulder. “yeah, i knew her. didn’t like her though. and unlike most of campus, i’m honest about that regardless of her summer horror movie death.” they crossed their arms, watching a group of blondes seeing who could produce the biggest tears for a group of reporters just across the street from campus. they laughed, shaking their head and looking back at him. “there’s nothing romantic about death, but it does show you how people really are.”

‘‘I didn’t like her either but I tolerated her for family reasons.’‘ He shook his head, too watching the girls in the distance. ‘‘Exactly. We live in a world were romance is defined by loss and pain rather than love and mutual care. Quite depressing, really.’‘

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bggestnerd‌:

closed starter for: @noah-malone !

    “ okay, okay, here’s a good one … ” she wasn’t sure if GOOD was necessarily the right word but it was most definitely going to be a funny one. “ would you rather… ” pause– for the dramatic effect. “ have a snake for a tongue or have lobster claws for hands? ”

The game had gone on for a while until the questions became darn stupid but the pair were amused nether the less. ‘’Snake for a tongue because repping the Slytherin house and I guess it could be sexy to some strange and then I go be a freak show but lobster claws? I’d be Mr Krabs and it’s just impractical.’’ Noah laughed shaking his head, trying to think of another. ‘’Okay, tell me what you would do. I’m thinking of another.’’