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“You say that as if you can’t handle the cold when I distinctly remember jumping into several freezing rivers in middle-of-nowhere Vietnam with you.”  Jai practically hops up the curb meeting Kamil halfway.  He hasn’t seen the other in god knows how long, and now, with the entire midwest separating them, he’s sure that’s how things will stay once the holiday’s are over.  Adulthood’s been a bit cruel in that sense - forcing meaningful friendships to the wayside until temperatures dip below tolerable.  But dwelling isn’t constructive, not on this topic at least.  So, Jai ignores the feelings of nostalgic longing that are beginning to bubble and pulls Kamil into a hug instead of clapping their hands together.  “Glad you made it.  Tired of only seeing your ugly mug through a screen.”

“oh, i can handle it alright,” he nods his head, a grin slowly spreading across his lips, “i spent far too much of my life in michigan to not be able to handle below freezing. but now that i’ve got a taste of that golden california weather...?” he trails off, shaking his head as he clicks his tongue. “it just can’t be beat!” he adds with a laugh as he returns the hug. “oh, you couldn’t be tired of my face even if you tried,” he shakes his head, “look, i’ve gotten so much more handsome!” 

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mari.

She hadn’t really thought he’d be here. Considering he was so good at leaving and not being present, she extended that thought to his home town. She hadn’t seen him around all the other times she came home, so she just figured he didn’t come back. But she was wrong, here he was, and she wasn’t prepared for it.

It all comes back, hitting her like a train. The love, the lost, the longing. Then there’s the anger, and the annoyance, the desire to yell and say vile things. Even though she’s had a couple drinks, and her toes tingle, she can’t bring herself to do anything but stare. She hates that he still looks good and she’s sad that she doesn’t have the right to touch him anymore. She’s happy that he looks functional, he looks like he’s been doing alright. It all just makes her so sad. And upset with herself that she still cares.

“Why did you think I wouldn’t?” It’s a genuine question. Because there was nothing to suggest she doesn’t come home. Even when they were together, she came home semi-frequently. And why on earth would Mari ever turn down an opportunity for drinks? It aches a little, as if he forgot who she was completely. As if they didn’t give two years to each other. But she wants her answer, as much as she wants to back peddle and just let it lie, she knows she deserves to have him explain himself. Not just for that comment, but everything else.

“ oh, ” he raises his brows. he doesn’t know why he’s caught off guard by the question, but he finds himself stumbling for some sort of reasonable answer. “ well, ” he looks around. if anything, it should be surprising that he showed up.  he’d barely returned to constantine since moving to california, while mari was only a car ride away. he mentally kicked himself for having said anything at all. “ you know, ” he says in an attempt to be casual as he shrugs his shoulders. clearly, she didn’t know. that was why she was asking. but, also clearly, he didn’t have an answer. 

he glanced around the bar awkwardly before his eyes land back on mari and he bites down on his bottom lip. “ i just mean here, ” he finally says, “ at duffy’s. ” where you know will and i will inevitably shows up, he thinks, but doesn’t dare say out loud. 

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alara.

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: duffy’s  𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫: @scvns​ !

          ❛      you  know  what  my  mom  always  said  ?      she  said  if  you  kept  making  faces  like  that,    one  day  it  would  freeze  that  way.      ❜      it’s  nothing  more  than  an  olive  branch  dressed  up  as  a  joke,    her  palms  up  in  mock  surrender.      the  chill  of  the  autumn  air  is  already  too  frigid  for  her  liking    ;    she  isn’t  ready  for  kamil  to  plunge  them  both  into  the  sub  -  zero,    no  matter  how  much  she  knows  she  might  deserve  it.      it  had  never  been  her  intention  to  leave  him  hanging,    to  disappear  off  the  face  of  the  earth  without  a  trace.      he’d  always  been  one  of  her  closest  friends      &      now,    she  wonders  if  they’re  just  strangers  in  a  crowded  room,    trying  to  get  by.      ❛      it’s  .  .  .      good  to  see  you.      i  know  it’s  been  a  while.      —      i  .  .  .      how’s  san  fransisco  been  treating  you  ?      ❜

he doesn’t even realize he’s scowling at her until she speaks , and he snaps out of the daze he’s in to focus his gaze on the girl in front of him . alara . “ well i’ve gotten a lot of compliments on this face . so it wouldn’t be the end of the world , ” he replies , willing the corners of his lips not to betray him , as tempted as he was to allow them to curl up into a smile as she raises her hands in mock surrender . “ ah , ” he raises a curious brow , tilting his head to the side . “ been keeping tabs on me , kavas ? thought maybe you hated me or something . ”

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jai​.

𝗟𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝗗𝘂𝗳𝗳𝘆'𝘀

𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿: @scvns​

As Jai’s car door beeps locked, a gust of wind hits him straight on.  His face scrunches at the bitter sharpness, then turns down in an attempt to escape any further pain.  Once the air’s grown still and his face allowed to relax, he shoves his keys into coat pocket and scans his surroundings: lots of the same family-friendly sedans, Duffy’s classic sign, and one familiar face.  “Hey,” Jai calls out, a friendly smirk on his lips.  “I think you’re lost.  The Golden Gate’s the other way.”

arriving to duffy’s was nostalgic in it of itself — he had spent countless nights of his teenage youth attempting to sneak in with a poorly made fake id he’d gotten from seth michaels in tenth grade , and he was turned away every damn time . those same memories get conjured up every time he pulls up to the curb in front of the bar , its old neon sign flickering in the window . he didn’t listen to his mom as he ran out of the house without a coat — just a turtle neck and jeans in hopes of keeping warm ,  but as soon as he steps out of his car the wind chill makes his muscles tense , and he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans , headed toward the front door when he hears a familiar voice behind him . he turns around on his heels , lips curling up into a smile as his gaze lands on the other . “ i shoulda’ known i was in the wrong place when it dropped below freezing , ” he replied as he makes his way toward jai to greet him , sticking out a hand toward him . 

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mari.

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Mari had been careful to make sure she was with one of her friends for most of the evening. Who knows who she might run into when she’s by herself. And she thinks she’s safe when she goes to the bathroom. It’s all successful until she’s leaving the run-down room into the dark hall when she collides with someone much larger. “Sorry,” She giggles, only to look up and see that it’s Kamil.

Of course they run into each other like this. When she’s just a little tipsy and her hands smell like bar bathroom soap. They’re instantly damp with anxiety again and she gapes up at him for a few moments. She hasn’t seen him since he left. He’s still handsome, put together, like time hasn’t affected him at all. She wonders if the same could be said about her. “Hey,” She says without breath, sliding her hands into her pockets before she remembers she doesn’t have any. “Funny seeing you here.”

It’s not funny. They grew up here. He’s part of this group, too. Sometimes she forgets. Sometimes it feels like he was just part of her story. Sometimes she forgets that others have claim to him, too.

you might have heard kamil complaining about the tradition of going to duffy’s every year the night before thanksgiving — telling anyone who would listen : “ no part of me wants to go and hang out with people i haven’t seen since high school . ” and yet , and yet — he waltzed into the same old dive bar every year on that wednesday night without fail , with the same old scowl on his face he had had since high school . 

there’s no avoiding in constantine . you just can’t — it’s simply not a big enough town , there simply aren’t enough things to do to keep certain people at a distance . if he could run into mari at some random bar in chicago , there was no escaping her in fucking constantine . and though he hadn’t gone out of his way to check , he was sure she’d be there tonight . everyone would be there tonight . there was no way he wouldn’t see —

he ran into her before he even had time to process what was happening . the bar was so jam packed with every constantine alumni that was old enough to get in that he had managed to only talk to those he wanted to talk to thus far , but there’s no telling who you’d run into on the way to the bathroom. so naturally , just his luck , it was her . maybe he didn’t have the right to want to avoid her —  he owed her , if anything , but he wasn’t exactly one to own up to his mistakes , and the way he’d ended things with mari definitely wasn’t something he was proud of . 

“ funny , ” he agrees , forcing a faint smile to his lips as he nods his head in agreement . “ i wasn’t sure that you’d ... ” he trails off for a moment before hastily adding in , “ uh , be here . ”

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( deniz can aktas , 28 , cis man , he/him ) — 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 ?! kamil seven is back in town ! they were the dirtbag of the first period ceramics group . i hear they work as a software engineer in san francisco now . didn’t see that coming , since they were so impetuous in high school . i guess they’re pretty diligent now . if you see them at the wonderland markets , remind them of that time they gave mrs . bright a pot brownie by accident !

                                    sam / 24 / she&her / pst

name: kamil seven nicknames: kami, kam, seven birth date: january 7, 1993 (7:05 AM) zodiac: capricorn sun, cancer moon, leo rising  height/build: 6′3′‘, muscular build  education: bachelor of science degree in business from university of michigan, ms in computer science from depaul university  occupation: software developer/engineer at a tech start up birth place: constantine, michigan  current residence: san francisco, california  sexuality: bisexual languages spoken: english, turkish celebrity crush: isla fisher  parents: fatma (mother) & tamer (father) siblings: none pets: a 12 year old bernese mountain dog named joey (at his parent’s house)

history

the only child to two first generation americans, kamil had a lot of pressure placed on his shoulders from an early age. his parents spoke little english, came to america with next to nothing, and worked hard balancing multiple jobs in order to provide ample opportunities for their only son. all they asked, was that he succeed. 

here’s the thing. kam is a capricorn which means he likes to do things on his own terms. it was almost a natural instinct to want to do the opposite of what his parents asked of him, simply because he wanted to show that nobody could tell him what to do. even if that came as a detriment to him. success was something he was driven toward naturally, but so was his stubborn nature. 

it was pretty obvious from an early age that he had developed his father’s anger issues. he threw full body tantrums as a toddler, throwing himself onto the ground as he screamed, kicked, and cried at even the slightest inconvenience. they had chalked it up to the terrible threes at first, but it quickly became evident it was his personality. 

in order to expel him of all this excess, pent up energy, his parents signed him up for hockey. they didn’t know much about the sport, but it was really big in michigan and they thought it would be a good idea for him. and, to their surprise, he actually really liked it. he started playing recreationally at seven, but by the time he was eleven he was playing for a club team. 

his family life wasn’t bad, per say, he just had a natural resentment toward his parents. he felt like they expected things of him simply because they couldn’t achieve it themselves, and he despised that pressure. but he was lucky, they both worked two or more jobs, which meant he got to spend a lot of time unsupervised once he was old enough not to have a nanny. the lack of supervision meant unfinished homework, online chatrooms out of boredom (hey, it was the early 2000s), and experimenting with his father’s liquor cabinet only to fill the bottles back up with water. 

he was put into ceramics his junior year to fill a gap in his credits. it had taken ages of back and forth with his guidance counselor, going through every elective until he finally agreed to try ceramics. it sounded like a nightmare to him — he had never been very creative — but how hard could it be? turns out — not very hard, considering he didn’t have to do much to get an a, and mrs. bright loved him and his moody ass.

prior to first period ceramics, his only friends were on the hockey team. this was his first time branching out at constantine high, and he’s grateful he did. he became closer to his friends in ceramics than the guys he skated in the rink with every day.

he didn’t really have the intention of going to college, but he was offered a scholarship and recruited to play hockey for the university of michigan, so he accepted. he spent his first two years at school as an undecided major, with no idea what he wanted to do in his life — no surprise there. he’d spent so much of his childhood focusing on the resentment of the pressure placed on him by his parents that he never really figured himself out. all he knew was that he liked to play hockey, and though he was good, he probably wasn’t nhl good. after two years, he settled on business just because it was what the majority of his team majored in 

after undergrad, kamil STILL had no idea what he wanted to do. he decided to take a gap year to travel - he had hardly ever been out of michigan prior. his first stop was going back to turkey, he lived with his grandparents in istanbul for three months. from there, he traveled onto syria, then iran, then india, and onto thailand, vietnam, indonesia, and ending up in papau new guinea. he traveled from june 2015 - july 2016, so 2015 was the only year he missed the first period ceramic reunion back in constantine. other than that, he always made it a point to return for the holidays. 

that fall, he started at depaul to earn his masters. he’d finally managed to let go of his resentment toward his parents — he was older by then, about twenty-four, and he finally saw their pressure for him to succeed for what it was: love. 

after his two year masters program, he got a job in san francisco at a tech start up as a software developer. starting salary, $90k. considering back in high school he was a local degenerate that shoplifted from 7/11 out of boredom and frequently pushed his car past 120 mph on residential streets just to feel somthing — it was kind of something that nobody saw coming. 

personality

personality wise, kamil has changed a lot since high school. in high school he was moody & broody and always looking to pick a fight (not necessarily physical, he got plenty of that on the hockey rink, but he would debate almost anything just to debate). he could be kind of a jerk, simply because he was bitter about nothing in particular! he’s always been a risk taker and an adrenaline seeker, so he spent many a-nights getting into trouble just for the fun of it. 

now, he’s grown up a lot. he’s still immature in a lot of ways (see: love life), but he has learned to settle slightly, and he doesn’t argue every single thing any given person says. he’s a lot more mellow, is a good way to put it. he’s not exactly happy — deals with a lot of nihilism and existentialism and trying to figure out what the hell anything means, but he continues to deal with that by getting very high. even all these years later, he knows where the hook up is to get the best weed wherever he’s living

love has never been his strong suit. he’s bad at accepting it, and he’s bad at not being on his own. he doesn’t like feeling responsible for another person’s feelings, so he avoids it when he can. he was in one serious relationship during grad school — but she got a job in chicago and he got a job in san francisco, and he was unwilling to compromise so he broke it off. he definitely put on the facade that he was unfazed, but how could he be? he had been with her for two years and had certainly fallen in love, but that wasn’t necessarily in love. the group would have met her when she came home with him for the holidays, but the following year he came back single :/ 

headcanons 

everyone calls him 7 (seven) like his last name. it was a hockey nickname but it kinda stuck in his every day life. close friends call him kam or kami. it was also his jersey number since he started playing hockey

he will make you the best cup of coffee you’ll ever have (if he likes you)

started smoking cigarettes at sixteen out of boredom, now it’s a nasty habit he can’t seem to kick 

he can’t PLAY piano but he can play clocks by coldplay on the piano. it’s his party trick 

cold weather > hot weather and he will die on this hill 

discovered his love for museums way late in the game, but he LOVES walking around galleries now so please go do that with him 

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