#my answer is an atrocity but hey an answer is an answer hehe

[kanazawa-division]

The day was coming to a close in the city of Kanazawa as the previously blue skies had become nearly pitch black.

Presents and gifts stacked high in Joey Kurusu’s home, and yet, there was another to be sent to his abode.

Just resting on his doorstep was a delivered package with his name and address printed on a sticker that was plastered to the side of the box.

Without much thought, he brought the package inside and tore inside it without much thought.

Resting on top of a box was an open-faced card with a message written to him in red handwriting that was far too messy and hardly legible.

“Hey,

Heard it was your birthday today. Happy Birthday. I don’t know if you remember me, but you helped me a lot in a previous hunt. I captured the fugitive thanks to you. Thought I’d return the favor and get you something for your birthday. My teammates helped me pick this for you. Makina, our youngest member, said you can use this as a stand for your gaming controllers or consoles. And Anika, our leader, said these kinds of things make the best gifts. Hope you like it.

— Shian Meizono from Akihabara Division”

“Fucking hell…” Mamoru remarked as he stared at the atrocity in front of him.

Joey couldn’t answer for he was too busy literally rolling on the floor, wheezing and laughing so hard from the sight of his gift Shian had so gracefully bestowed upon him. He would laugh harder every time he would catch a glimpse of it, Mamoru tried to keep a straight face but the blonde’s laugh was infectious and even he couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head fondly.

“Ahahahaha..I…hahaha…h-how…h-howwwhahahaha, how do we even use this? D-do we, hehe, do we just put them in it’s lap?” Joey laughed out as got off from the ground and dust himself off, giggling at the…whatever it was.

“Don’t ask me, also, they’re going in your room, I am not explaining why we have crew members from among us with sexy legs whenever we have people over.” Mamoru leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, Joey pouted. “Awww, but they would so good with our Genshin Impact TV stand.”

“I still can’t believe you convinced me to buy that.”

“Uh, no, you begged me to buy it after seeing it had Albedo on it.”

“I did no such thing.”

“You also begged me to a lot of things to you when I cosplayed as Albedo during our anniversary-“

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“No wait baby I’m sorry!”

Thank you for the gift!

[cigaretteparfum]

🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨

lakjdfkadjf SO SORRY this has been in me ask box for so long i didn't mean to ignore you @leewalberg. 😭

picking only five songs is so hard but i've managed to (somehow) done it by separating them into kategories so here it goes!!

category 1: k-pop/c-pop. i managed to narrow this down to just Yixing's songs (surprise surprise) and my final pick is Ambush from his Producer album (2021)! i fell in love with that song pretty much from the first listen but i've also been revisiting it a lot lately. the whole album in general is amazing with quite a lot of repeating motifs all over but Ambush is definitely me favourite. ^_^

category 2: english. am torn between me personal holy trinity of Florence + The Machine, Hozier, and All Time Low (one of this is not like the rest), but ultimately i guess i'll have to go with All Time Low's Stay Awake (Dreams Only Last For A Night) from their 2008 album So Wrong, It's Right. that song has been my faithful companion through thick and thin since i was a kid so like. i have to choose it.

category 3: indonesian. alkfjkladjf HELP this one's the hardest to pick but ... Sandhy Sondoro's Malam Biru from his self titled album released in the distant past of 2010 -- that's me final answer. i guess it's more of a jazz-y song? alkdj idk much about genres so if you were to tell me am waaaayyy off i won't even be surprised. me favourite thing about this song has to be Sondoro's voice; it feels kinda rough but in a crunchy way. if you try listening to it you'll prolly get what i mean (... or not, lmfao).

category 4: vintage. the late Solomon Burke's Cry To Me (Rock 'n Soul, 1964) babeeeeeeeyyyy. i can't not dance whenever the song plays. found the song the first time on The Man from U.N.C.L.E movie's soundtrack and it hasn't ever left me playlist since. i absolutely adore this song and i absolutely love Burke's voice. i love his voice so much i want to materialise it, liquify it, then inject it into my bloodstream. listening to his voice is not enough i need it to be infused with me DNA. I LOVE HIS VOICE A LOT. i love his voice a normal amount.

category 5: instrumental. Radio Protector by 65daysofstatic, from the album One Time For All Time (2006), definitely. that's the entire essence of me soul captured within the confines of a less than four minutes song. (is it a less than four minutes song? i think it's less than four minutes am pretty sure.) look, forget MBTI and zodiac and all of that, you want to get a reading of me just listen to this song. you'll probably get the picture, and likely a pretty accurate one at that.

...holy shit i can't believe i actually manage to stay on track and only choose five songs. who knew it could be possible?! anyway here's at least several dozens more songs i eliminated during my attempt:

(expand at your own risk because it's long ... like HELLA.)

EXO: Obsession, Groove, Exodus, Growl, Monster (obviously), Call Me Baby, Ooh La La La

Lay: Sheep (obviously), Amusement Park, I'm Not Okay, Good Night, Goodbye Christmas, Bad, Flying Apsaras

Kai: Blue, Mmmh, Nothing On Me

Xiumin: You (WE NEED XIUOLO SOON LIKE REAL BAD)

(G)I-DLE: Oh My God, Put It Straight (the original version, not the Queendom nightmare one), i'M THE TREND, Hwaa, Hann, Last Dance

Taeyeon: INVU, I

SKZ: God's Menu, Thunderous

SVT: Rock With You

ToppDogg: Amadeus, The Beat

HyunA: Lip & Hip, Show Window

All Time Low: Coffeeshop Soundtrack, Hometown Heroes/National Nobodies, Outlines, Weightless (the original 2009's It's Nothing Personal version is good, but i prefer the 10th anniversary It's Still Nothing Personal version better), Monster (a different kind to EXO's), Safe, Kids in the Dark, Satellites

Florence + The Machine: Various Storms and Saints, Mother, Third Eye, Howl (it's kinda like EXO Wolf's distant cousin if you think about it), Light of Love, Grace, No Choir, Shake It Out, Too Much Is Never Enough, Caught, Hunger

Hozier: Talk, Be, Wasteland Baby, Someone New, Work Song, Sedated, To Noise Making (Sing), Movement, It Will Come Back

The 1975: Robbers (i replayed this song for like, three days straight last year non-stop and now it's forever in me On Repeat playlist lol), Chocolate, UGH!, Sex, She Lays Down, Menswear, Please Be Naked (this one's an instrumental but probably my most favourite of all The 1975's works)

Arctic Monkeys: From The Ritz to The Rubble, I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor, Still Take You Home, No.1 Party Anthem (lol)

Mako: Ocelot

COIN: Run, Crash My Car

Neon Trees: In The Next Room

Mother Mother: Get Up, It's Alright

Margaret Whiting: Time After Time

Half Alive: Still Feel

Acapella Onion: Jolly Sailor Bold (originally from The Pirates of Caribbean 4)

Sheila On 7: Sepia, Yang Terlewatkan, Melompat Lebih Tinggi, Betapa, Sahabat Sejati

Agnes Monica (now known as AGNEZ MO): Karena 'Ku Sanggup, Tak Ada Logika, Godai Aku Lagi, Matahariku

Peterpan (now known as NOAH): Menunggumu, Menghapus Jejakmu, Langit Tak Mendengar, Walau Habis Terang, Bintang di Surga, Khayalan Tingkat Tinggi

Tompi: Sedari Dulu, Aku Jatuh Cinta, Menghujam Jantungku

Tulus: Tuan dan Nona Kesepian, Jangan Cintai Aku Apa Adanya, Adaptasi

Ayu Ting Ting: Sambalado, Tatitut

Stand Here Alone: JAV

The late Chrisye: Kisah Kasih di Sekolah, Seperti Yang Kau Minta

The late Glenn Fredly: Januari, Terpesona

Gigi: 11 Januari, Nakal

Bondan Prakoso: Ya Sudahlah

Alexa: Dewi, Wajahmu Indahkan Duniaku

Audy: Menangis Semalam

The Dance Company: Papa Rock 'n Roll

Isyana Sarasvati: Keep Being You

Endah N Rhesa: When You Love Someone

Kunto Aji: Terlalu Lama Sendiri

Naif: Mobil Balap, Air & Api

Rif: Radja

Seurieus: Rocker Juga Manusia

(the indonesian songs elimination part really can fill an entire playlist on their own alkdjf i told you that was hard)

65daysofstatic: Await Rescue, Drove Through Ghosts To Get Here, Retreat! Retreat!, trackerplatz, Debutante, Don't Go Down to Sorrow

Emiliano Ercoli: Waiting Place, Buriana, Another One (Inside The Shell), Palingenesi, Unsaid Things

Philip Sheppard: Atomic Cathedral, Welcome to Dystopia

Burial: Prayer

The Best Pessimist: Above the Fog (part 2)

If These Trees Could Talk: From Roots to Needles

so how many songs in total is that? don't ask, at least i manage the complete the main quest of picking five as the main answer lololol the rest is just ... bonus. jfakdjfk let me know if you'd be interested to have all of them compiled in one playlist! <3

[4birds-of-a-feather]

Chapter 27 - Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight (when it’s exactly twelve o’clock that night) [part 4]

Birds Of a Feather

Today is Sara’s birthday (both the author and the fictional one!) so we decided to come out of our usual hiatus to post a silly update and let y’all know that we’re grateful to have such wonderful, loyal readers that haven’t given up on us ✨ Hope you’re gonna enjoy this!

(In the previous chapters: the game of Never Have I Ever has been intense, to say the least, and now the guests are left to go on with the party with the aftermath of thoughts and memories that the game brought up)

The game finally ended and, unsurprisingly to everyone, Elias was the undisputed winner. Nevertheless, he laughed it off, saying he just lied and avoided drinking when he could have done it because he’d rather have the others get drunk so he could make fun of them. The gang didn’t even pretend to believe his version.  They hated him more when Layla came up with the idea for the prize. Elias was already rubbing his hands, expecting a kiss or something similar, but it turned out the girl wanted to award him by revealing to him the solution to her previous game. “Sorry, Layla, but I gotta tell you, you don’t know what you just did there” Mike shook his head as she walked him by with two full glasses in her hands. “Hehe, what?” she stopped to talk to him and after an awkward couple of seconds handed him one of the drinks. She had meant to catch up with Eddie, offer him the drink, drink up her stronger one for some liquid courage, and tell him that she liked him.  But now there she was, talking to Cready, and didn’t want to seem rude, keeping the alcohol to herself. “You put a big weapon in the hands of the wrong person, that is Elias. Now the guy’s gonna go to every girl in the room and use it as a bargaining chip to get something out of it” Mike explained keeping a straight face, something that made her laugh in his face “Don’t laugh, I’m not joking!” “You’re an evil genius, how did you come up with such a plan? I bet Elias didn’t even think about that!” “Uhm, I don’t know… but I bet you didn’t think about it. Or you’d have already used it with a certain someone…” he remarked and hid his smile drinking a sip from his glass. “What the hell are you talking about, Michael? You’re drunk” Layla tried to sound dismissive but was actually smiling. “I’m talking about things, you know. Things that should be done. And if you’re gonna do things, New Year’s Eve is the night – I mean, it’s the mother of all nights, isn’t it?” “The mother of nights to do… things?” Layla asked with an arched eyebrow. “Exactly. Like, it’s New Year’s Eve! It’s a big event” “A big doing-things event” the girl nodded suspiciously. “You almost feel like you have to do things tonight” “Ok but no. This idea of having to do things... it’s kinda cliché. Isn’t New Year’s Eve just so overrated?”�� “Maybe. I guess you don’t need to ring in the New Year doing things… if you actually do things during the rest of the year too. But if you don’t…” Mike didn’t finish his sentence, keeping the weird theoretical conversation on a very practical matter going.  “And what if I wanna start doing things tomorrow?” “Well, it’s almost tomorrow, so...” he shrugged and took Layla by her wrist, showing her her own watch.  “Half past eleven? Already?” Layla emptied her glass at once and handed it to Mike, then left and went around the apartment looking for someone, finally determined.  <New Year’s resolution #1: doing things> 

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Sara was quietly sipping on her fruit punch when the stereo system started to blast Lambada at full volume; after she recovered from a near death by choking, she proceeded to look for the person responsible for that atrocity. Meanwhile, around her some people had begun to dance to the tune in a totally unironical way – that made her quicken her pace. “I knew I shouldn’t have left you in charge of the mixtape!” she finally gave the culprit a push from behind “You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that?” “I’ve been told, once or twice...” Stone gave her a lazy smile “What, you don’t approve of my musical choices?” “Fuck off” the girl started to walk away, then suddenly stopped “Oh, by the way: all these years you’ve been pulling my leg by saying I’m the shortest person you’ve ever known? Get your eyes checked, champ” she nodded in Demri’s direction while looking pointedly at him. “That’s because she doesn’t count – she’s like some kind of nymph” “Oh, wow, a nymph” Sara kept her deadpan face but seemed to stress the last word “And that makes me a…?” “... a person with dwarf ancestry, no doubt about it” “I hope you choke on one of those stupid pretzels you made Layla buy” she cut it short and made her way to a group of people from where Demri was calling her. “Hey, girl! I’ve been meaning to ask you: what sign are you? ‘Cause I have a faint idea of what you might be, but I wanna make sure I haven’t lost my touch” “Aquarius, what about you?” “I knew it! We’re neighbour signs, I’m a Pisces and I simply adore Aquarius people” Demri grinned enthusiastically, then looked at the others “They’re so full of knowledge and different interests, they always show you a point of view you would have never thought to see from, they-” “Ok, ok, enough with this astrology bullshit” Stone interrupted her, having apparently joined the group “We get it, you really like playing the little witch but cut us some slack, please” “Hey, it’s not bullshit! The planets are actually involved in shaping our personalit-” “Yeah? Then why Chris and I were born on the same day but he’s like that and I’m like this?” “I guess you can blame genetics for that” Sara blurted out, making Layne chuckle loudly enough to get the stink eye from the guitarist. “... that’s because you both have Sun in Cancer but were born in two completely different years, so all the other planets and signs are different too! It’s not so hard to get it, Stoney – this must be the hundredth time I’m explaining it to ya” the other girl didn’t miss a beat, and Sara could have kissed her then and there for the way she had just handed Stone’s ass to him – his embarrassed shitface was priceless. “So… how does this work? How can you actually know which planet is in which sign?” Chris seemed to show genuine interest about the topic, and Demri gave him a radiant grin. “Well, beside the birthdate you also have to take into account the time and birthplace you were born… the latitude and longitude and all those things, and you have to do some calculations to figure out the results, but you use some printed tables to help you with that” she sighed “I knew I had to bring my manual here! It’s old so the tables aren’t up to date, but they would have been good enough for our birthdates… fuck my life” “Hey, I’ve got one huge book that Layla gave me for my last birthday – if I’m not mistaken, the tables there go until 2020… I could lend it to you a few days so you can xerox the pages you need and then we could meet someplace so you can give it back to me? What do you say?” Sara didn’t have to wait for an answer because the other girl had literally jumped on her and was hugging her tightly. “You’re the best Aquarius I’ve ever met! God, I love you, you crazy, beautiful people” “I take it you approve, great” Sara chuckled “Just lemme go in my room to see where I put it – the sooner I start to look for it, the sooner you’ll be able to shed some light upon these amateurs’ miserable lives” She shot a cheeky wink in Demri’s direction and then proceeded to make her way to her room. <Who would have thought to find a fellow astrology enthusiast right here? I have to concede to Layla that, after all, giving this party wasn’t such a bad idea…> The girl smiled to herself: the day was reaching its end but it looked like it wasn’t going to be an entire failure – not something she would have expected after what had happened in the afternoon. She finally opened the door, a hand already going to flick the room’s light on, and when she turned she stood petrified. Apparently, there already were a couple of people on her bed: a girl with a blonde bob was straddling a guy – at least, the hands that were struggling to unclasp her bra seemed to belong to a man. The confirmation came when the hidden figure stuck his head out and revealed himself to be none other than Jeffrey Allen Ament. “Oh – I’m so-sorry, I’ll just go… don’t let me disturb the two of you” she muttered as stiffly as she could, then mustered all her strength and bolted out of the room.    

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The ice cubes in the drinks Layla had been holding in her hands were melting. She had fixed two more for Eddie and her but hadn’t approached the singer yet – and not because she couldn’t find him.  There he was, sitting on the couch, totally absorbed in a conversation with Matt Lukin, who was also sharing a joint with him.  Layla found herself fantasizing about what the hell those two could be talking about, whether they were having a deep philosophical debate or they were just trying to answer age-old questions like “What do teeth taste like?”, “Which armrest at the movie theater is yours?”, “Do pets name their owners?”, “Is the S or the C silent in SCENT?” The girl realized her drinks were warm and downed them both, hoping they would make her more talkative. Right after that she went to grab two beer cans from the fridge and walked through the people at the party up to Eddie at a moderately fast pace.  Eddie saw her coming towards him with some anticipation and just smiled at her. “And that’s why it’s called sand, I swear to god” Lukin pointed out as she was in front of her. “And why is that?” Layla asked and Matt shot her a glance and sighed, as if she was asking a question with an obvious answer. “Because it’s between the sea and the land, of course”   “Right, I’ve never thought about it!” she said as she handed one beer to Eddie. “What’s up, El? Are you having fun?” Vedder asked her and for a moment she thought that was probably the first time he called her like that: that was how Sara called her. She couldn’t say if it was a good or bad sign but didn’t think too much about it.  “Yeah, the party’s been pretty successful so far… I mean, it didn’t turn into a disaster yet and nothing is on fire in the house, so yeah, everything’s alright” the girl replied and couldn’t help being surprised by the number of words which were escaping her mouth.  <Couldn’t I simply say YES, WHAT ABOUT YOU? I guess it’s the alcohol speaking…> “And how come we say things are on fire while it’s actually fire being on things? Ever wondered about that?” Lukin questioned the two as he snatched the beer can from Layla’s hand “Thank you, darling” “Oh you’re welcome! And no… honestly I’ve never thought about that. Well, Eddie, can you just come with me for a second?” <Smooth, Layla, very smooth> she did a mental facepalm at how obvious she must have sounded. “What did I do?” the singer asked, suddenly alarmed, and Layla giggled and thought that he probably was too stoned to even understand shit. “Haha nothing, I just need you… err, need you for something” she pointed at somewhere vaguely around the hall with her thumb. “Uh ok, sure!” Vedder sprang up from the couch and took a last hit before handing what was left of the joint to Lukin. Layla started walking and gestured for Eddie to follow her. When he did she suddenly felt scared – actually terrified. She hadn’t practiced any speech, she hadn’t practiced anything, she just decided she’d tell him and now she had no idea how to practically do it. “Where are we going?” he talked into her ear as she was slowly walking through the people in the living room. “Uhm… just… DOWN THERE…” she didn’t turn around to answer and thought that yelling over the music was a much better option than finding herself face to face with Eddie just yet. “Are we leaving the house?” Eddie frowned as the two of them found themselves beside the front door of the apartment. “Oh no, I just, I thought of a quiet place, you know? To talk and stuff. And I think it’s quieter, here, don’t you think?” Layla said and knew that talk and stuff was up to her and it was too late to back away now. “It is. I honestly thought you wanted to save me from Lukin’s existential questions”  “Hehe well, also. But I also wanted to talk to you” “Oh. About what?” a million things rushed through Eddie’s mind right then. What if she wanted to tell him she was getting back with her boyfriend? What if it was the opposite? What if it had nothing to do about them at all? What if it was just the solution to her mysterious game… <Yeah, that must be it, stop building your usual castles in the air> “About… about things and… failure, you know?” “Failure? What do you mean?” he asked confused. “I mean… you can fail either if you do things without thinking about them or if you think about things without actually doing them, right?” “Yeah…?” Eddie nodded and squinted at her, trying to guess where she was going with this. “And this is one of those there-are-two-types-of-people things. And I think I belong to the second type, I always did” “Uh-huh” “Like, I’m the one who always thinks about doing or saying stuff but rarely does. I'm that type of failure” “I have to disagree with that” “What?” Layla was surprised but also somehow relieved about Eddie interrupting her, so she could have a few seconds more to figure out what the hell she was talking about and where she was heading with all this nonsense. “You didn’t think too much about crowd surfing at our last show, well, not during our set but… I mean, you’re thoughtful and all but sometimes you’re capable of such impetuous acts. And you’re everything but a failure” Layla didn’t know if she was more surprised at what Eddie thought of her or for the fact he could use the word impetuous while high.  “Well, I wish I was more impetuous in everyday life and not just at rock concerts”  “Why are you telling me this?” “It’s… it’s just Mike’s fault!” “Mike?” “Yeah, we were talking about New Year’s resolutions and stuff like that” “Do you wanna know what my resolution is?” Eddie asked, still suspicious about the whole conversation. <So is that what it’s all about? New Year’s small talk?> “Yes, please”  “Well… my resolution for 1991 is… to record this album and not to suck too much, to finally try and make an actual living of this thing that everybody in my family calls a hobby, you know? To play as many shows as I can. And not be fired by Stone” Eddie said and he wanted to add Kiss you to the list but he wasn’t intoxicated enough to say that out loud. “Oh well, that’s a very interesting bunch of resolutions” “What about yours? Being more impetuous and…?” “And…” <And tell you that I’ve been thinking about you, a lot. I think about you even when you’re right there with me. Like, I’m even thinking about you right now. Basically I always think about you. But not in a creepy way. It’s not like I’m listening at your door all the time. I’ve actually done it only once. Or twice. It’s not like I check the time when you get back home at night when I’m casually awake. Because it’s not like I stay awake on purpose waiting for you when you’re out at night. It’s definitely not like I picture your face while listening to your tape when you’re not around. It’s not like I listen to that cassette all the fucking time or anything. Well, to the casual observer of my thoughts it may look like I’m kinda creepy, like I’ve been thinking of you in a marginally creepy way… Oh my god, why am I telling you this? Wait, I’m not actually telling you! It’s all in my head so… nevermind> “... and get my master’s degree and find a real job. And get back into swimming” <See? I’m totally not thinking about you at all> “That’s cool”  “Well, I used to be a pro. I can’t be a pro anymore, I don’t wanna be, I just wanna do it more. I just love being in the water” “I see. I love that too” Eddie agreed and came closer as Layla backed up until she had her back against the door. At the same time, without knowing, they were both thinking about being in the water together. “Anyway, I’m sure you’re gonna reach all your goals. If the record is half as good as the demo, then it’ll be huge” Layla snapped out of her water fantasy, while out of the corner of her eye she spotted an ocean blue sparkly blur pushing its way through the living room and running across the hallway behind Eddie’s back. “Wow, well, thank you” the guy was inches away from her but she was now focused on her friend, getting into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her. <What the fuck is happening?> “... I gotta pee” “Huh?” “Yeah, gotta go. It’s almost midnight so… see you next year, hahaha” she nervously added and walked away, just like that, leaving a confused Eddie staring at the front door.  

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“Seems like she’s conjuring that book directly from Mars” Stone dead-panned: it had been a while ever since he had seen Sara going into her room. This time Layne didn’t laugh at him but thanks to his remark – to his wounded ego’s relief – and had instantly gained a slap on the nape provided by his girlfriend. “The more time passes, the more insufferable you become, Stoney” Demri huffed “It’s like you have some kind of biological need to pester anyone who has the misfortune of being on your way-nevermind! My ally has come out of the cave unscathed!” she added, after seeing the other girl finally exiting the room. Stone turned again and there she was, striding through the hallway like some sort of acid-tripped Starry Night. “Huh, looks like her treasure hunt didn’t go well” Layne remarked, noticing how her hands were empty; furthermore, she kept on walking without sparing their group a single glance until she disappeared from their view. “Annnnnd she’s gone” Chris clicked his tongue and raised his glass high in some sort of toast to Sara. “She’s gone but the real question is: where is she going?” Staley looked alternatively at his girlfriend, Cornell and Gossard, the latter remaining suspiciously silent. “And why?” Chris added after taking a sip. “Why? Well, given the expression on her face and the fact she didn’t seem to give a shit about us or the rest of the world, I think it’s pretty obvious she’s upset for something… or someone” Demri pointed out “But that could be just my stupid Pisces intuition talking, don’t mind me” <Tsk, it doesn’t take an astrologist to tell that the girl’s fucking mad> Stone thought but it wasn’t until he spotted a very well-known person in the corner that it all clicked in his mind.  When he saw Jeff rushing into the hallway, looking around, followed by a blonde girl who was talking to him while fixing her shirt, it all started making sense. <That poor excuse for a vertebrate….> the guitarist shook his head and scrubbed his hand across his face in frustration. “I need a drink” he said, excusing himself from the small circle of friends, and apparently walked up into the kitchen. Instead, he made a bee line to wherever Sara went. 

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“Sara? Come on, Sara! What’s up? Just tell me if you’re ok in there” Layla had been knocking on the bathroom’s door for a couple of minutes when Eddie first and Stone soon after showed up behind her. “What’s happening?” the guitarist tried to assess the situation, without mentioning what he had just witnessed. “It’s Sara,” the other guy answered him, while Layla proceeded to increase the knocking’s intensity, hoping to bother the other girl enough to let her into the bathroom “I think she’s not feeling good” “Oh – you think it has something to do with the food? Or maybe there are too many people in here and she felt dizzy...” Stone kept on feigning ignorance about the real cause of the girl’s distress. “I don’t know, it could be? Layla and I just happened to see her run in this direction and decided to follow her to see what we could do, but she doesn’t seem to be willing to cooperate with us” “And can you tell us what are you doing here, Stone?” Layla huffed, upset because her best friend still had to answer to her pleas to open the door “The less people we are, the more chances we have to make her feel a bit better” “Nothing, I swear I was up to nothing” he raised his hands “I was just going to get myself something to drink when I saw you guys quickly walking in this direction and thought that I should check on you, that’s all”  “What if she… you know… took something and…” Eddie scratched his nape, casually speculating, but Layla and Stone shushed him up almost at the same time. “What? No way, man” “Sara’s not into that stuff. I know what happened. It’s all Jeff’s fault” the girl pointed out and Gossard was surprised to hear that.  <Did she see them too?> he wondered. But if that was the case, he was mostly surprised that Layla would mention it at all.  “Why Jeff? What did he do?” the singer questioned, thinking of another typical round of Sara and Jeff quarrelling and being at each other’s throat. Eddie thought maybe Jeff could have gone too far this time. “I told him to go to Pike Place Market but I bet he didn’t!” she said, still frantically pounding on the door. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Stone had no idea what was going through the girl’s head and looked at Eddie, who seemed equally perplexed. “It took him little time to do all the grocery shopping I asked him to do for the party. I specifically told him to go to Pike Place to buy seafood but he came back with some low quality prawns he must have bought in some fucking convenience store or something closer to home. Sorry Sara, I should have known better!” the girl added the last sentence directly addressing the bathroom door in a louder voice. Stone laughed internally at Layla’s assumption, whereas Eddie thought she must be really worried if she used the F word. “Well, darling, if it makes you feel any better I’m not hearing retching sounds coming from the inside, so I think the food poisoning hypothesis can be excluded” the guitarist patted her on the shoulder, but she kept on knocking on the door. “I’m sorry to inform you that I won’t feel better until my best friend comes out of the cave! She doesn’t know it yet, but I make a damn good Jack Torrance impression and I’m honestly itching to let her see it” “... ouch, maybe it’s better if I go looking for something to drink for her, the situation is quickly escalating” Eddie added and began to walk in the kitchen’s direction, hoping to find something for himself as well. “Please, let it be some chamomile tea because she doesn’t need any more Godzilla fuel” Stone shouted at him, avoiding a brutal push from Layla, who had heard everything. “Can’t you just stop being sassy for a minute? I’m worried, for real, can’t you see it?” “You don’t need to be, trust me. Sara’s ok, nothing happened, really”  “How can you say that?” the girl felt he was keeping something from her.  “Because I know” “And how do you know?” “Because… Well, I was there so I know what happened. And it was nothing. Sara is just making a scene for nothing – which is typical of her, lemme tell ya” “Why do I feel you’ve got something to do with that nothing that happened?” Layla looked at him suspiciously. <I knew he was up to something the moment he arrived! After all, he was talking to her like five minutes before she fled into the bathroom, it must be Stone’s fault!> “Ok ok, I give in! I’ll confess.” Stone raised his hands as a defeat sign and said the first thing that came up to his mind “We were discussing movies and I just shared one maybe slightly unpopular opinion” “That is…?” “I just said that Martin Scorsese is overrated” “YOU SAID WHAT?” “I mean, he directed a bunch of pretty decent movies but-” “A bunch of decent movies? Did you use these exact words?” Layla now could see why Sara wouldn’t want anything to do with the world outside the bathroom. “Yeah, more or less. Anyway, he did something good but… err, I just find him so boring, you know” “Well I think I can speak on behalf of Sara and say you can stick your unpopular opinion up to your you-know-where and apologize to her, Martin and the movie industry” she folded her arms and started tapping her toe as if she was actually waiting for apologies. “And that was what I was expecting, I was expecting her to tell me to fuck off as usual but she just up and left. Maybe she’s in a bad mood” Stone shrugged and silently prayed for the girl to believe his bullshit. “Yeah, she’s been in a weird mood all day” Layla recalled her friend disappearing the whole afternoon and then reacting strangely during their drinking game. “I’ll apologize to her” “Good. Just do it” “But… I can’t do it if you stay here” “Hahaha and why? Are you shy all of a sudden?” “It’s hard for me, you know” “Are you like the poor man’s version of the Fonz? Who can’t physically say I’m sorry?” “Sort of…” “I don’t know if I can leave you and Sara alone, can I trust you?” she sincerely asked. “Oh for fuck’s sake, sure you can! I’m not Jeff” Stone retorted and his remark had multiple meanings but Layla could only grasp one of them, the most obvious one. “Ok, come on Sara, tell this guy off and get out of here! It’s almost midnight!” she addressed her friend again with one last weak knock on the bathroom door and then went back into the living room. “Scout, the coast is clear… now you can come out” Stone had waited for Layla to disappear before addressing again the door; there was silence, when finally a croaky voice came from inside the bathroom. “... that makes you Boo Radley, I suppose” The guitarist smiled to himself: “I guess it does” “I appreciate the sentiment but I just wanna stay alone” “And monopolize the bathroom for the whole evening? Nuh-uh, missy, I won’t all-” “Stoney, what are you doing here, talking with the bathroom door?” a wild McCready appeared out of thin air, looking at his bandmate in a mildly concerned way. “Just trying to find out if it’s made of oak or pine” “Well, try to get an answer really soon because I must go inside!” “Jeez, Mikey, you know you can smoke from the balcony, right? Nobody’s going to call the police” “What did you understand??” Mike grabbed him by the shoulders and started to shake him “I already did that, we’re talking about another kind of emergency!” “What? You lost your contacts and need to put in another pair?” “I NEED TO SHIT! There, I said it! Are you happy, now???”  “... you could have done it from the start” “That’s what I was trying to do” “... too bad we have another emergency going on, so you should find another suitable place for your crap – literally”  “WHAT THE FUC-” “In your shoes, I wouldn’t get excited… you never know when shit’s about to hit the fan” “Fuck off you and your shitty puns, Stone! Where am I supposed to go??” Mike whined, shifting his weight from one leg to another with little jumps. “I don’t know, you could shit in Jeff’s bass case? Or hidden behind the ficus plants, but pay attention because Elias might still be lurking there…” “I’m going to knock on some apartment doors and the first that opens to me is gonna be the chosen savior!” McCready made his way to the front door, but stopped halfway “Don’t think I’m gonna forget how merciless you’ve been with me, I’m having mine served cold” “Hope you’re not talking about your imminent masterpiece, Cready…” “FUCK OFF, STONE” and, thus said, the victim ran outside the VedderAment residence.  Gossard let out a huge breath of relief, then turned again towards the door: “Now, where were we?”  

[killer-barnes]

Kissing, Interrupted.

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter and the reader are getting pretty steamy and someone decides it’s the perfect time to interrupt. Talk about cockblock, amiright?

Warnings: language, kissing, fluff, Star Wars, makeout sesh (holla). (Let me know if I missed any).

Word Count: 1,479

A/N: For the amazing @literallyrozie812, thanks for the request! I hope this fic gives you guys all the Peter feels. Also, I apologize if it sucks ass lol. I’m not experienced in this part of writing, so bear with me as I slowly dig my way into it! Let’s hope I did at least a 4/10. Thanks for all the never ending support, guys! As always, feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated.

Being raised as a Stark definitely has its perks, but let’s not forget about the downsides.

For instance, not being able to try out the Iron Man suit because of one accidental mistake of you blowing one up. 

Hey, it happens… right?

Or not being able to join the team on missions because it’s “too intense” or “not safe.”

Like, hello? I’m an Avenger? I deserve to participate, Dad.

And don’t even get started on boys.

Oh, lord. If he knew about Peter and you, well, let’s just say Tony’s suit isn’t the only thing that would be blown up.

Keeping your relationship with Peter a secret wasn’t that hard, which surprised you both. Tony and the team were out and about most of the time, anyways. Plus, since you and Peter went to school together, you both had the opportunity to hang at his place to avoid that accidental run in if Tony were to show.

With it being Friday, you and Peter always had a movie day before the weekend started. You guys would marathon your all time favorite movies, mostly Star Wars, and pig out on a ton of unnecessary junk.

The best part was Peter, despite all that delicious junk food (even though you told him otherwise).

Walking into your last period, Algebra, the one class you absolutely dreaded, you took your regular seat towards the back, so you could drift off without getting caught.

The weather was slowly turning into a storm ,which you were happy about.

It’s the perfect weather for a movie day!

Hearing your teacher blabber on about some Algebra nonsense, you feel your phone vibrate in your jean pocket.

Seeing Peter’s name appear across the screen, you smile to yourself since he knows you’re in your worst class of the day.

Peter: To Y/N

Hey, babeee. You excited for movie night? I can’t wait to watch Star Wars, hehe!

Chuckling at his message, you reply:

Y/N: To Peter

You bet your ass I am, Spidey! We better be watching the prequels, you dork. We never watch those!

Peter: To Y/N

Y/N, babe, no. We’ve talked about this! Those are shit compared to the originals.

Y/N: To Peter

Oh, c’mon. They aren’t that bad!

Peter: To Y/N

…

Y/N: To Peter

Okay, fine. They are pretty bad…

Your attention was interrupted from the bell ringing, signaling the end of the day.

Making your way to your locker, you are surrounded by a swarm of fellow high school students eager to get home for the weekend.

After being pushed and smacked by a never ending amount of backpacks, you load all the books you’ll need this weekend into your bag.

As you were haphazardly stuffing them in, you feel a pair of hands cover your eyes, causing you to immediately know who it is.

Peter.

Turning around to see his cute face, you give him a quick peck on the cheek, a warm dust of pink spreading across your cheeks.

You always got a little awkward and shy when it came to showing affection in public, especially at school.

Pulling you into a huge hug, Peter looks down at you, smiling brightly.

“You ready to get shitfaced with junk food?!” He exclaims, as his eyes widen with excitement.

Chuckling into his side, you mumble a yes as your face is pressed against his chest, not allowing you to speak properly.

Letting go of his hold, he intertwines his hand with yours as you both walk out the doors of the school.

“Alright, so… my place?” Peter questions, looking down at you.

“Hmm, let’s do mine. My dad said the team would be on a late mission and won’t be back until early morning.” You replied, smirking.

“Sounds like a plan, my man.”

“Peter.”

“What? It sounded cool… and it rhymes!”

After running to the corner store by the Stark tower, you and Peter arrive to the building and head towards the kitchen to get necessary supplies.

“If you grab the popcorn, I’ll grab the soda cans.” You told Peter, holding as much as you hands could handle.

“Sure, Y/N. I’ll meet you up there, okay? I’m going to grab the movie.”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting!” You exclaimed, carefully holding everything in place.

As you walk up stairs, you hear Peter shout from the kitchen, “DON’T YOU DARE EAT ALL THE CANDY! I WANT SOME!”

“NO PROMISES,” you shouted, equally as loud.

After you set everything down and add some blankets to make the bed even fluffier, you plop on and open a can of soda as Peter enters, holding up the movie as well as the popcorn.

“I see you got comfy without me.” Peter pouts, sticking out his lower lip.

“Oh, hush and get yourself over here, Spider-Boy.” You say, rolling your eyes.

Once he puts in Star Wars, he sprints to the bed and jumps dramatically, causing you to lift off the bed just a few inches.

“Geez! Calm your shit! You almost spilled my soda, jerk!” You yelp, tightly gripping the can.

Giving you an offended look and looking away, Peter sarcastically replies, “Excuse me? The safety of your soda is more important than me? Hmph, I see where your priorities are.”

“Mhmm, the soda gives me all the suga I need.”

“You want sugar, Oh, I’ll give you sugar.” Peter adds devilishly, attacking your face with loads and loads of kisses.

After about an hour of watching the movie, Peter starts to get bored.

Peter getting bored during Star Wars? What is this atrocity?!

He notices that you, as always, are very engrossed in watching it.

Taking that to his advantage, he moves towards you so you are leaning up against his chest, while he sits against the headboard of your bed.

He starts off slowly, just simple grazes of the hip here and there.

You, of course, don’t notice, which causes Peter to feel antsy.

He wanted to kiss you so fucking bad.

Noticing his antsy behavior, you turn to look at Peter, asking him, “ Peter, why do you keep moving? I feel like I’m the only one watc-”

Peter quickly takes his chance with your face towards his, by pressing his needy lips on your soft ones.

Taken you by surprise, you slowly sink into the kiss and moving to straddle his hips for a more comfortable position. As you do this, you hear Peter let out a throaty groan, causing you to smirk against his lips, humming with content.

As the kiss increases with intensity, Peter starts to move his mouth down to your neck, sucking ever so slightly, making you release a quiet whimper.

Your hands fly into his hair, massaging his scalp lightly with the tip of your fingers, feeling him sigh against your neck and tighten his grip on your waist.

Moving back up to your slightly red, swollen lips, you engulf Peter’s lips back onto yours.

“Mmm, baby. Your lips are so soft” Peter murmurs against your mouth, pressing light delicate kisses all over your face again.

You giggle, pulling away slightly.

“Noo, come back here!” Peter squeals, pulling you back towards his chest as he pecks your lips a few more times.

What you didn’t realize was that your dad, Tony, was home early.

Still in the overly heated make out session with Peter, Tony opens your door, expecting to see you alone, innocently doing some homework or watching a movie.

But no.

He sees fucking Peter Parker snogging his daughter’s face into oblivion.

After clearing his throat loudly, you end up falling off of Peter so fast that you land on the floor.

Before either of you can even get a word in, Tony loudly interjects.

“So, this… this is what I come home to? The hell is this? How long has this been going on?”

“H-Hey, Dad… How’d the uh- missio-”

“Don’t avoid the question, Y/N.”  

Sighing, you answer, “about, u-uh, 4 months bu-” trying to defend both of your honors.

“Four months?! You’ve hidden it all this time? Have you been learning spy tactics from Nat? How the hell did I not notice?” Tony asks, really just questioning himself.

“Well, to begin with, you’re never here, Dad.” You comment, annoyed.

“Alright, alright. That’s fair. But you know how busy I am, Y/N. I can’t babysit you 24/7.”

“I never asked you to! God, Dad. Give me a break. Peter means a lot to me. I know you know it too.” You mutter.

Pausing for what feels like eternity and dramatically rubbing his hand down his face, Tony directs his attention towards Peter.  

“Just to be clear, Spider-Boy. If you break Y/N’s heart, I’ll be sure as hell to break yours. Literally.”

Hearing Peter nervously gulp, you chuckle, thinking.

See what I mean?

A/N: Sigh, I keep telling myself it will always be awkward writing for the first time on something like this. Hopefully I got you all feelin’ those Peter feels.

[aerostoriesforyouall]

The Boy Gives Life &... (episode 1 part 1)

The Boy Gives Life &...

 Episode 1: The Lacinho Doll

           Charlie’s parentes, along with him, entered by a gate in a big house; the house’s door, itself is opened by Julia’s mother; the parents greet each other, and everyone enters the house.

              Charlie is amazed by the house.

- Your friend is in her room, Charlie – says Juliana; (Julia’s mother) – Wanna enter?

- Yes... yes...

         Juliana takes him to the house’s corridor, while they walked, he was amazed and astonished by the corridor’s frameworks. Charlie, along with his friend’s mother arrives to a door that had written in a little sign:

“Beware, this room belongs to Julia”.

- Honey, your friend is here – says her mother, knocking on the door.

- Ah, tell him to enter, ma.

- Oh, you’re really not keeping the door closed, little lady.

- [sigh] Alright, fine – Julia opens the door, greets her friend, and let him enters the room – Don’t you touch a thing, got it?

         The mother goes back to the living room where the guests were.

         The little girl’s room was filled with huge plushies and dolls.

- Wow... – Charlie was astonished.

- Very cool, uh? – says his friend, picking up a rag doll that was on her double bed – This is Lacinho... it means Little Bow in english; my first doll ever; I’ve had her since I was one year old.

         The rag doll looked old; and its face was drawn. Its hair was red, its “skin” was slightly bit “parda”; (look it up); but with “freckles”. This toy wore a blue dress with two pink hearts in diferente sizes; brown shoes with White socks. Her name was probably because of the little purple bow on her hair.

- A... aa... wantmetogivelife...? – asks the room’s owner friend and guest.

- Uhum – “says”/agrees his friend – I Always wanted to know what she has to say to me.

         Julia sits the doll on the ground; and then, Charlie’s hand starts to glow as he’s touching and giving life to the toy...

         For some seconds nothing happened... but then, Lacinho opens her eyes, slaps the boy’s hands and says while doing fight poses:

- Your hand is too close, little guy! Get away because I ain’t afraid of men, ya know?

         Her voice was weirdly of an adult woman. She keeps going:

- So, where the heck is the one who made me alive in this place?

- An...? – says Charlie, confused while rubbing his slapped hand.

- It was him that gave you life, Lacinho, yeah, this tired faced boy there – says Julia.

- Huh, eh? Didn’t notice you there, girl, who are ya? Are you the one who Always cleaned and brushed me?

- Exactly me, so you do have memories of that?

- Yeah, I do and I’m glad you’re a female and not a male. I can’t even imagine how many atrocities a boy would do to a rag doll like me, dude.

- Ah, so you don’t need to worry, he isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed... hey, introduce yourself to Lacinho.

- ...Hi... I’m Charli... – he says while waving at the doll...

         Who says:

- Ain’t he cute... are ya two pals?

- Yeah, exactly... – Julia clearly begin talking in a sarcastic manner to him – “Gimme a hug, ma friend”

         She starts to laugh, and the doll, with a smile, comments:

- Didn’t expect u knowing sarcasm at such Young age, lady.

         Charlie then actually hugs Julia for both the girl’s surprise.

- No no no, Charlie, it was a j-joke – says Julia while blushed and getting him away – It was a joke, you silly.

         Lacinho giggles and comments:

- I ship you two so-very-much, hihihi.

- No no no no he is just a friend of mine, that’s it, he-is-a-friend!

- Yeah right... just joking, girl, I already know you’ve been friendzoned, little guy.

- But it’s the truth, Little Bow, he is just a friend, I’m serious.

- I know that, bestie, it’s just a silly joke – the rag doll walks to the door, and points with her hand to the corridor, saying – Can I meet better your parentes now that I can speak?

- ...Well, sure, of course, let’s g...

- But please ya two come with me, since a moving and talking doll might be scary, ya know... – she puts her hand in her chin, and finishes with a smile and other intents – On the other side.......

 - Did you see what the Octla did now? – Leonardo; (Julia’s father) says in the middle of a conversation between the adults.

- Those are just a bunch of thieves – says Sarah.

- Exactly, these should totally hey hey, - the boy’s parentes stops after seeing the children approaching with Little Bow.

- Hi, Darling – says Juliana – Have you come to introduce Lacinho to us?

         The daughter held the still doll on her arms. She says:

- Ma, uhh... it seems there’s something  on her face...

         Julia approached the doll to her mother, just so she could pick the toy.

- Hm? Really? – Juliana picks the rag doll, and starts to analyze it – Hmm... I don’t see anything wr...

- BLABULABLABULABLABULABLABULA!! – Lacinho “shouts” in the mother’s face.

- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! – Juliana throws the rag doll, almost hitting the ceiling.

         The rag doll recompose herself in the air, flipping and “falling with style” on the living room’s table close to the adults.

- Hahaha, it’s just a joke, woman, this Charlie guy here gave me life, I’m good, seriouslly – says her.

- Uhm?! What?! Oh yeah... oh yeah, I had forgotten about that... – says Juliana.

         The boy’s parents looked up. Julia’s father wasn’t in the sofa anymore.

- You can go down already, Leonardo – says his wife...

         And then he falls harshly on the sofá while Charlie’s mom get slightly bit awnkward by this fall and her husband spooked.

- Relax, this wasn’t the idea of your kids, it was mine, woman, hehe – says the rag doll while she jumped in the center of the table, stretching her hand then to her owner’s mother – Name’s Lacinho; or Little Bow if you like, nice to meet you, gal.

- Uhh... my pleasure uhm... – Juliana then thinks of something, and stretches her hand to the doll with a short smile – My name is Juliana, my pleasure.

         The mother then “shakes” the rag doll’s hand, with a loto f strenght; squeezing the doll’s hand.

- Damn gal, you’re Strong, but I feel no pain in this body – says “Little Bow” with a smile.

- Pff, really now – says Julia with a cocky smile – Mama, show us what you got.

- Exactly, little doll, take a look – Juliana raises a little her shirt, to show her ripped belly – A lot of gym and effort gives me that result.

         The rag doll gives a shy and short whistle as to show she was impressed, and asks:

- How many you can?

- At the moment, 155.

         Another short whistle by the rag doll, and then she says to the others:

- Ah, hello for you guys as well.

         While the doll greeted the other adults, the kids observed.

- Teehee, awesome, I have the coolest doll ever – says Julia to herself, and the says to her friend – Alright, Charlie... since you gave me the most awesome doll ever, you desserve a prize, you can have my hu...

         He was distracted by a framework of blue roses.

- Hey, I’m talking to you, silly – says her, while giving two soft slaps behind the boy’s head, gaining his attention – Since you gave me the coolest doll ever, you desserve a prize; my sincere hug, but don’t get used to it.

         She actually hugs him, he doesn’t know how to react, but then she lets him go.

- Ah, I knew there was something going on between you two – comments Lacinho, sarcastically smiling while looking at them both.

- No no, I was just giving him my sincere hug as a prize for giving life to you... speaking of that... Father! Mama! Can I change to his school?

- What?

- I wanna go to his school, meet new people and show my doll to every boy and girl, can I?

- But why don’t you show it to your friends from the school you’re already on? – asks Leonardo.

- Ah dad, this is because I won’t be able to show the cool things that Charlie can do; and because...

- We have to talk this better, sweetie, we can’t decide a thing like this so fast. – says the mother.

- Ah common I wanna go there already why don’t... you... why uhh... – Julia stops her tantrum after seeing her mother’s venomous eyes – Alright alright, I’ll play, uhh... Charlie, let’s see some cellphone games, yes? Yes, let’s go.

         Both of them go back to her room.

- Ok, uhh... Sarah, now that they’re not here anymore, how is Charlie’s school? – asks Juliana.

         The boy’s father feels a little awkward, but the mother answers for him:

- It’s a public school, but don’t you worry... uhh... but before, how is the cardo f Julia’s school?

         Juliana picks a card; (like playing cards). Sarah do the same thing.

- Alright, Infrastructure 10; Technology 10; Price 10 Danger 2... and Teachers... 3 – the little girl’s mother read Julia’s school card.

- Wow, it’s a prestigious school... – says the mother of the little boy, who starts to read his school’s card – Alright, Infrastructure 4; Technology 4; Price 0... Danger... 6 and well, the Teachers are 8 at least...

- 8?? That high??

- Actually it’s almost 9; this school uses mosto f its governamental budget with teachers.

- And if the problem is Danger, I can protect her! – says Lacinhp, who was still in the room.

- What? You’re still here? – asks the daughter’s father.

- Yeah, I’m here yet – says the rag doll confidently, while punching the air – And I’ll be ready to protect your daughter!

         The four adults stay in awkward silence, while looking at each other.

- Uhh... you do know that you’re a rag doll... do you...? – asks Juliana.

- Hmm... hey! I can give some good ol’ scares in whoever decides to mess yer daughter, I mean, no one will be prepared for a doll who moves by itself; and even less for a doll who actually attacks the others; I may not have strengh but sure I’ll scare them a lot.

- But doesn’t that mean you can’t move until someone... hmm... – Marcos thinks aloud.

- Even then, just me moving if someone decides to mess with her will be enough, ya know... – she starts to look around and changes subject – You guys seem to be a little... rich...

- Oh, my husband is an tailor and Works in a doll factory – says Juliana.

- Oh come on, honey, did you really need to say it out loud? – answers this husband, obviously being a little ashamed of his job for some reason – Wasn’t enough you’ve saying that I am a tailor?

- Don’t worry, man, we’re not gonna judge you, I’ve been working in the Le Mauie toy factory for 15 years for now – says Marcos – And there I am na administrative assist...

- Wait a second, Le Mauie? It’s the rival company of where I... work...

- Ah, but I’m sure this won’t affect our relationship...

         Both of them look away for a little, trying to disguise the awkwardness.

- So, I’m sorry to interrupt the chit chat, but... you said you were a tailor, isn’t that correct? – Lacinho asked to Leonardo.

- Uhh... yes... why do you ask...? – he questions.

- It’s just an idea that I had... – the doll looked at both of her hands...

(it will continue in part 2)