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✉ texts: leo

casper: i'm chosing to take the nice things from this

casper: like the fact you called me YOUR idiot and that you said you love me

casper: and pretend u didn't say i could be failed for this

leo: correct you are my idiot and i do love you

leo: ok listen send another email with the correct shit this time and we'll sweet talk the professor too

leo: you wont get a fail on my watch :)

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texts | open

vienna: so real talk is this fucking "vacation" even going to be good?

vienna: like ohhohoho ya sure your classmate was murdered but hey you can go to vermont if you give us "a small fee" like fuck OFF

vienna: yet honestly ig I'M the fool because i'm still out here planning my stupid outfits. sighhhhh.

leo: they'll pass it off as some trauma bonding experience to bring us all closer together or some BS

leo: honestly i just want to get outta here for a hot minute. is it fucked up to go?? probably

leo: but fuck it ykno everything is a trainwreck anyways

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dakota-park​:

“Agreed. It’s the second most cliche suspect after the girlfriend did it,” she said, not convinced it was either of them. It was more likely to be someone who wasn’t obviously connected to Steven or one of them if you wanted to pin it on one of his friends. “Plus, have you seen Angel lately? He looks mortified all the time and not in a trying to get away with killing my best friend kind of way.” She considered talking to him, but she didn’t think he would go anywhere near her let alone agree to talk to her about anything. “It’s too perfect not to be planned. What I don’t understand is… If he talked to Steven before he died… If he knows something about what happened that night, why didn’t he tell any of us?”

“if there’s a love affair i swear ---” he throws his hands up in defeat, soft laughter following after his words. perhaps it was morbid that he could find humour in the situation, perhaps it made him a terrible friend -- but numbness was the only coping mechanism he knew. “i mean, did steven even get to tell angel anything ?? maybe he doesn’t know anything at all.” he sighs, tapping his pen against the desk anxiously. “i still think, whatever steven knew...is what got him killed.” it was the only assumption that made sense to him. information was powerful, it’s what they were all searching for. “it has to be, right ?? he must’ve been on to something -- just wish we had our hands on it.” 

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skyeshq​:

skye had thought that class would never end. the professor dragging on and on about how important these finals were – as if they hadn’t aced every exam they had ever taken (including some people payed them to take). it wasn’t a shock to her to exit the building and see leo waiting for her. skye smiles back at him, a gesture not many people get to see. but despite this, they still swat his hand away, albeit gently. “don’t start with that soppy shit,” skye said, rolling their eyes slightly. “coffee and a pastry first, then i’ll think about allowing you to hold my hand.”

he wasn’t expecting skye to take hold of his hand right off the bat -- in fact it only fueled his adoration towards them. he shoves his hands into his pockets, the warm smile never leaving his lips. “stop being so cute and maybe i’ll stop the soppy shit.” he can’t resist the urge to tease. “fine, fine -- you’ll get your coffee and pastry.” as if he’d refuse in any case. “let’s get going then.” 

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lytachatto​:

“Wish I could just skip the all-nighters bit and just do the caffeine and good grades only,” Lyta complained, a heavy exhale indicating her fatigue was nearing the point where she would simply have to give up. “The best thing about electives is when you get one that surprises you and makes you wonder if you’re pursuing the right major.”

“would be nice -- but i doubt the syllabus is going to cut us some slack any time soon.” his shoulders slump once again. leo tried to remain positive whenever possible, but his lack of interest in his own major decided otherwise. “i’ve had that happen a few times...but my major is pretty set in stone.” 

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softpinkmvtter​:

leo was cute when eden was sober, but when eden was drunk? she felt as though it was a mixture of a lot of things- his arrogance, the way his lips pursed at her when she was picking at him, the way the moonlight kissed his skin on the nights she found herself in his bed- she noticed it all. her cheeks naturally got red when she was drinking, one thing she was very grateful for at the moment as she felt her whole face on fire in his presence. “are you kidding me?all that shit is cheap shit.” she giggled, still holding her bottle close to her body- lowkey wishing it was him she was holding instead.

“good riddance, then.” alcohol was a slippery slope for leo, it allowed a more truthful nature to emerge. of course, even while drunk, he still kept a lot in check, although a few things seemed to slip here and there . if one thing was consistent, it was his flirty nature, which caused him to shift closer towards eden, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “i’m so glad you’re here.” a lopsided grin graces his features, pulling her in closer as he continued to speak. “everyone here is so fuckin’ boring.” something a more sober leo would never say, but he was comfortable enough around eden to simply not care. 

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✉ texts: open

casper: so i think i just turned in my original score instead of my business analysis report on accident

casper: you think i can say it's meant to show how you feel while looking at the data i collected?

leo: oh my sweet, sweet idiot

leo: ykno i love ya but i might just laugh if you get failed for this

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sxvxrds​:

if the sight of the lighter hadn’t put a smile across his face then the sight of leo would have been to blame. one look set his mind right back in time— a victory, a party, a good time. “fuck, thanks, like… thanks,” marco answered breathlessly, offering a quick laugh as he reached for the lighter. only once his thumb pressed to the sparkwheel did he settle, taking that breath that he needed. and once the end of his rolled papers lit, marco spoke, words coming before the very first, very needed inhale. “alright, so i totally owe you now.” smoke billowed from his lips following that initial intake. marco took a shorter second go before his head titled back again against the brick, his fingers not offering the lighter, but the joint. an offering. “so are you also skipping class or do you just… i don’t know, like… normally play guardian angel or whatever. guardian lighter angel.”

fond memories always seemed to appear when it came to marco, a party that turned into something more -- something exciting. “my pleasure.” his grin never disappears, eyes lingering upon the other. while he was attempting to quit smoking, failing miserably, he was more than thankful to have never kicked the habit of carrying his lighter with him. it got him here, at the very least. “oh, a favour ??” his head tilts to the side, eyebrows raising in curiosity. a side of him wanted to object, saying it was no worry at all. however, the flirtatious side took over. “lucky me.” he remarks with a slight smirk. he glances at the joint for a brief second, his ‘good boy’ persona shaking his head no, but he goes against better judgement as he takes hold of the joint in question. “totally, i walk around just hoping someone asks for a light.” he chuckles before taking a long drag, holding out the joint once he was done. “nah, my class ended and i ended up walking around. nothing better to do, y’know ??” 

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softpinkmvtter​:

eden absolutely hated her drunk self-mushy, warm, clingy- but she didn’t hate it more than the idea of not being drunk on a weekend before finals. she sat pretty, as always, and no one would ever truly know how drunk she really was seeing that she held her liquor well for being five foot three on a good day. her feet swung in a childlike manner as she sucked on a lollipop and cradled a bottle of 1942- “the party gods don’t appreciate a cheapskate trying to make a fucking run for it with the party liquor” she hummed as she tried to hold back a snicker at the action of the other. 

@pyrrhicstarts​

it wasn’t often he allowed himself to get to this level of intoxicated -- but with everything that’s happened it seemed only inevitable. leo rarely let loose completely, but tonight was one of those nights, and the empty beer cans beside his feet told a story of their own. he wasn’t a lightweight, far from it, but he wasn’t exactly pacing himself at this point. he leans his head back, glancing in the direction that eden spoke of. “seriously ??” a sloppy grin tugs at his lips, laughter soon following. “hope they took the cheap, nasty shit.” 

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lytachatto​:

“Every semester, my electives have kicked my ass the most,” Lyta complained, flicking through her notes while very obviously not retaining any of it. “Is there a trick to choosing that I’m missing?”

“ i wish i knew the answer myself.” he offers a soft chuckle in response, shoulders shrugging as an answer. “you pick ‘em and pray that all nighters and caffeine will save your ass.” 

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clarawalkcr​:

“WHY NOT?” she was quick to snap back at him, though rationally she knew it wasn’t HIS fault but everyone on campus knew that clara walker wasn’t in the most rational of states. “at least if i get caught for vandalism, the school board might ACTUALLY pay attention. you know…because they value property more than they value students lives.” that was what was the most frustrating. the lack of accountability in steven’s murder. so many unanswered questions. and not enough people seemed to give a shit. how could people just continue on and celebrate christmas? as if nothing had happened? as if her brother hadn’t been murdered. as if nana wasn’t missing. “it’s all fucking bullshit.”

“they’ll sweep it under the rug, clara.” he sighs, he knew she was in an impossible situation -- and he wasn’t exactly the best when it came to comfort. all he could provide logic and reasoning. “they’re a business, i guarantee they’ve hired countless lawyers in order to keep their image clean.” he’s learnt enough scheming law tactics from both his mother and brother. “i wish i could tell you they care, and that they’re hearts are broken -- but the hot shots at top only give a shit about their image.” perhaps this wasn’t helpful to clara in the slightest, but it was all he had. “if you want to hit them where it hurts, gotta ruin their image -- not their property.” his shoulders lift into a sheepish shrug. “i know it’s not what you want to hear...but the last thing i’d ever do is lie to you or sugarcoat the truth.” 

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dakota-park​:

“Maybe so,” she admitted with a small nod. It was still weird to think they were friends now, or at least the closest thing she could get to friends, especially with how much she tried to avoid getting close to him when they first met. As much as their new friendship was built on trying to avoid their feelings, this was the most honest either of them had been with each other since Steven introduced them. “I did the same thing with the 1968 articles last week. It just feels like there’s something obvious that we’re not seeing!” She sighed, clearly frustrated with their lack of real progress. Even their new suspect didn’t feel fruitful. “Have you found anything that could connect Angel to Nana? I don’t buy that Steven’s death and Nana’s death aren’t related. He either killed both of them or he didn’t kill either of them.” 

dakota was a comfort he didn’t quite know he needed. their avoidance was unhealthy, but at least they had one another. besides, he took it as a necessary consequence. they needed to figure out what happened to steven, it could only be them. the ghoul gang, the one’s who were determined to discover the mystery of nana. steven had brought them all together. it had to be them, leo would repeat to himself on a constant loop. they needed to be the ones to bring him justice. “something about angel doesn’t sit right with me.” he shakes his head with a heavy sigh. “it seems...predictable. the best friend was the killer all along ?? i dunno.” his shoulders slump into a shrug. “maybe angel is just a red herring...or this is all some twisted master plan. it’s all so...complicated.” he felt so defeated, unsure of which lead they should run with.

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trcmors​:

        nick caught the guy staring at his cigarette and was curious if he was going to get a complaint back. but no- your library, your rules… yeah, nick wishes. he grinned at the thought whilst taking the book from him. he scanned the barcode, looked at the screen, and frowned in a surprised fashion. “day early, actually.” he set the book behind him on a cart for re-shelving and turned when a thought struck him. “uh… did you want one?” he gestured toward the cigarette in the corner of his mouth. 

“early ?? perfect.” if he really had to think of it, when it came to leo he hardly ever handed anything in late. it wasn’t how he was raised. if it was on time, it may as well be late. it’s what his parents would often preach. “yeah–” the response in automatic, instinctive almost, before he finds himself frantically shaking his head in the negative. “i mean no ! – no thank you, i’m perfectly fine.” he huffs out in a short, quick breath. smooth, leo – smooth.

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digbypalmer​:

HE WAS BEAUTIFUL. annoyingly so. that kind of beautiful where it made it really hard to look away and digby was pretty sure leonardo was aware of this. which made it extra annoying. he hated pretty boys. mainly because they made it hard to think straight. “yeah people get fucking weird when they’re drunk.” which was rich coming from one of the weirdest guys on campus. brows raise at the slight compliment, leaning forward, “JUST pretty cute? not really fucking cute? if you’re trying to flirt with me, ramos, you’re gonna have to up it in the compliments department.” digby teased, throwing the other a wink before taking a sip from his drink.

leo knew he was a flirt, that he possessed a certain way with words. it was only natural for him to act on it. shamelessly flirting with whomever he felt allured to. he enjoyed the chase, the thrill of it all. “oh believe me, i’ve got a few horror stories in my arsenal.” he remarks with a laugh. he’s spent plenty of his free time at frat parties. “now where’s the fun in that ??” he tilts his head to the side, offering the other an almost mischievous grin. “you’ll come to learn i like to play long and slow.” he tips back another sip of his drink, gaze still lingering upon them. “not gonna blow my load all in one go.” pun intended. 

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sxvxrds​:

marco tilted his head back against the brick wall, drawing in a deep breath of the fresh virginia air. two and a half hours— that was how long he’d been expected to stay put, seated on hardwood and staring at a whiteboard as some old guy droned on about… fuck, what even were they talking about? clearly it was going to be a long semester. a long night too, hence why he’d up and dismissed himself mid-class. call it a bathroom break. call it whatever but marco knew of one way to help get him through, so he shoved his hand into his front, left pocket. only… the go-to-spot for his trusty lighter was oddly empty. right? no. back? nope and no. “fuck, man,” marco groaned, tapping his head against the wall once and then twice before pushing himself off. only he’d managed only a first few steps of retreat before coming face to face with someone pretty familiar. “oh shit. hey. um… sorry, weird question… you, uh, happen to have a light?” @rcmos​

his lectures were finished for the day, but instead of heading back to his dorm he found himself wandering, backpack slung over his shoulder, taking a prolong and, very much detoured stroll back to the dormitories. he was restless -- for a lack of better words. an itch cemented deep in his bones that he couldn’t quite figure out. a strange sensation, one that he wasn’t quite fond of it. it left him uneasy, without a clue as to where he was heading. that wasn’t the course of action for a ramos, god no, they had every singular detail planned out to perfection. they were never left wandering. no -- everything had a plan, except for leonardo in this current moment. thankfully, his thoughts were distracted by a familiar face, causing a grin to tug at his features. “you’re just in luck.” he fishes in his back pocket, retrieving his trusty lighter and holding it out towards the other. “i’m just your guy, always got one on me.” 

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dakota-park​:

“It’s not official business, so…” she trailed off, the implication being that she wasn’t sure if they were allowed to talk unless it was Ghoul Gang related. Not that she really wanted to talk to him about her assignment, she was more interested in his work. If he found something new, she wanted to be the first to know. “Not unless you know anything about fashion history,” she replied, letting out a sigh as she considered putting her assignment off till the very last minute, so they could discuss more important things. “What are you looking at? Anything new?” she asked, against her better judgement.

“i think you and i have surpassed official business.” a sincere comment, for once. it wasn’t typical he allowed someone in so close but it was bound to happen. he and dakota were grieving, as much as they so desperately tried to avoid it, and they were doing it together. “ya got me there -- not my field of expertise.” he offers a soft chuckle before he turns his laptop so she can catch a glimpse. “absolutely nothing.” a defeated sigh escapes his lips, shoulders slumping. “i was triple checking that we didn’t miss anything, but these articles are all just rinse and repeat -- pathetic, clickbait bullshit.” it wasn’t like him to be so negative and harsh, but time as of late proved to bring out a different side of him. 

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( closed -- @skyeshq​ )

"there you are.” he offers the sweetest of smiles, a hand gently reaching out to brush against their’s for a brief moment. it wasn’t uncommon for him to wait outside their class, not needing to find an excuse to seek out their presence. he enjoyed skye’s company, perhaps more than he’d like to quite admit. he was on the verge of memorizing their schedule at this point, only natural with his obsessive tendencies. “c’mon, let’s grab some coffee.” he holds out his hand to them, completely gesturing to take hold of his hand. affection seemed second nature to him at this point. “i’m buying, of course.”