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mocse·:

Moose’s eyes widened a bit, but he otherwise carried the same amused smile on his face. “I mean… that’s a pretty valid argument, yeah. When we all started high school… I don’t think we had even half an idea of what we’d be dealing with - Jason Blossom being killed by his own dad, a serial killer, a civil war with the southside… I think we dealt with a lot of stuff high schoolers never should have had to deal with in the first place. We only signed up for regular teenage drama, man,” he joked a little. As Teddy spoke, Moose couldn’t help the warm smile that grew on his lips. “Oh, I’m not sick of them,” he laughed, small teasing smirk now on his face. “You’re free to keep ‘em coming. Though, for the sake of keeping me at least a little humble, you should probably stop. But, what I can give you in thanks is at least a big ol’ hug.” And with a wide grin, he drew the other man into a tight hug, releasing him a few moments later. “You underestimate my ability to be a cheapskate. I did just give you one of my precious quarters. Sympathy milkshakes sounds a little pricey if I do end up winning.” Glancing over to the machine, Moose got himself into position. “Ready.”

“I’m so surprised that my mom didn’t pack up all of our things one night. Goodness knows she had plenty of opportunities to. Every year, it feels like another reason to leave pops up. Is it possible to shut down a town? If so, I think the town with pep would be the first one on the list.” Teddy half-joked. Sometimes living in Riverdale was out-right horror-fest. So, why did everyone stay? On paper, it certainly made no sense. “Have you ever thought about leaving, Moose?” He asked as soon as the thought crossed his mind. It was a subject he rarely spoke about with other people, but he felt it warranted at least a little discussion. “Oh, please, you’ve never been much of an ego-boaster. If you were, I wouldn’t be so quick to compliment. Even if they are 100% true. Does that count as another one? I don’t think it does. Let’s pretend it doesn’t to keep me from looking super cheesy.” Teddy was surprised when the other hugged him. He rarely found other guys who were even comfortable with the idea of accidentally brushing by each other, let alone hugs. And let alone former jocks. But, he supposed that not all stereotypes were true to form and that he was glad Moose wasn’t one of them, so he gladly accepted and reciprocated the hug, patting the other on the back as he did so. “What makes a quarter precious? I never knew you were much of a coin collector, Moose. Maybe you’re the dork in this situation.” He teased, with a gentle nudge. “You underestimate the power of my puppy dog eyes. I’ve gotten free meals with these bad boys.” Nodding affirmatively, Teddy palmed the start button and off they went! Hoards of alien ships covered the top half of the screen as the two little human ships on the bottom were tasked with blasting them. “Eat my dust!” Teddy exclaimed, mashing the attack button, making dozens of pixelated aliens evaporate. 

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forsythiias·:

on an ordinary day, she might have pointed out how in spite of being told she could ask, teddy hadn’t really revealed the answer to the question she felt had been put plainly forward. he’d given a very good speech on the value of CURIOSITY, but she was still no closer as to knowing why he was up there in the first place - being an outside of the box sort of guy didn’t exactly tell all, but at the end of the day, she ACCEPTED it. “if it’s really so important, you couldn’t have left it down here in the first place,” jellybean chastised, though still she hefted the weight of the bag and prepared to give her best attempt at a throw. “you ready? three- two- one-” she tossed it upwards with as much force as her little arms could muster, hoping against hope that it’d reach it’s destination - and that neither it, nor teddy, would hit the ground.

Teddy opened his mouth to retort her point, not wanting to be made a fool of until he realized that ship had long since sailed, so he just as quickly closed his chompers. “You make a very compelling point. I see your valid and almost scarily accurate point and a raise you a ‘I’m just kind of absent-minded sometimes and you’re just gonna have to accept that I don’t often do and/or think like most logical people typically would.�� ” He spouted with a raised finger and an all too-knowing tone of voice. And just as he finished another Beckett famous speech, he all too late realized that the bag was being thrown up to him, after all. And on a countdown, no less! Which didn’t serve to make him less nervous, countdowns added way too many implicated stakes. “No, but I’m gonna try and give it a go!” He did his very best to scramble for the bag, though he was several inches too elevated to catch it before it went tumbling back down tot he soft grass. With a huff, he ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m starting to think I don’t need it as much as I think I do.”

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angclmuurphy·:

‘’ I’M not in a hurry, ‘’ she explained as she turned her whole body to face the boy, she looked down at the thread he was fidgeting with. ‘’ I lost my keys.. ‘’ angel shamefully admitted, ‘’ guess I’ll have to make myself comfortable, ‘’ she gave him a small smile as she chuckled.

“Been there,” Teddy related with an exasperated huff of a sigh. “If I had a dollar for every time I lost my keys I’d probably have upwards of like, three dollars.” He admitted with an honest innocence. “Y’know you probably could’ve just flagged down a housekeeper in the meanwhile. But, hey, I’m probably not the go-to guy when it comes to losing keys. One time in back in high school, I waited hours for my mom to get home until realizing there was a spare under the mat.”

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     ‘    LITTLE FORWARD …  ’   a shrug of the shoulders hides the fact that eli would be totally in to it  ―  although the guy reminds him of himself so it’d be a   little   weird.   beggars can’t be choosers.   he tilts his head up,   hand shading the sun from his eyes.   what he  REALLY   wants to ask is,    why the mans in a tree?    however if there’s one thing his mother taught him,   it’s  that it’s rude to ask questions.    ‘   you wan’t me to throw it?     alright. ’   he gets a good grip on the bag,   ‘  you should probably know,  i’ve never taken a gym class in my life. ’  and with that,   he launches the bag in to the air.

“Eh, I’m typically known as the kind of person who accidentally says the wrong thing while trying to say the right thing. And often that comes at the expense of sometimes saying something a little crass, a little blue, if you will. Hope you don’t mind!” He called down. It was odd that even suspended several feet into the air, his sole focus shifted from what he needed in that moment to what sounded the most correct or polite. First impressions where everything, after all.  “Yeah, that’s it!” Teddy encouraged, already readying his hands to the best of his ability. “You should probably know, then, that gym class hardly prepares people physically to the extent you may think it does.” He retorted as he leaped forward towards the flung backpack. Good news: he caught it! Barely, at least. By the strap. Bad news: he flopped hard on his stomach on the branch in an effort to secure it. Groaning, he waved the bag over the other’s head. “T-Thanks...really appreciate it.”

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mocse·:

“I mean, yeah,” he chuckled. “I definitely didn’t say it was a bad thing. Some people were dealing with gangs, mobsters… I could go on. Me? I only had to deal with the normal teenage struggle of sexuality for the most part. Point for me,” he flashed a cheesy grin. His eyes widened a bit at the care coming from the other man’s voice. But, eventually, his expression warmed and he nodded back at him. “Don’t worry, I get what you mean. And you’re right, thanks.” Moose really didn’t consider himself to have a low sense of self-worth. But, when he thought about Midge, he just felt… guilty. He knew there wasn’t any use blaming himself for her death - in reality, there was little chance he could have done something to prevent Hal Cooper from taking her life. But it was the fact that he hadn’t given her the dedication she truly deserved. He’d doubted their relationship, had thoughts about someone else… Hell, he didn’t blame her for deciding to see someone else behind his back. Shaking his head of the thoughts, he placed a big smile back on his lips. “Fine,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a quarter. “But only because I don’t want you to be shooting any sad puppy dog eyes at me,” he teased.

“Call me coo-coo banana pants, but the teenage struggles of sexuality can sometimes be even harder than all of those things combined. Because all of that struggle is internal and you have no idea how to face it or how to handle it or how to feel or think. Calling it a struggle is, well, a little bit of an understatement. But, I’d take it over the looming force of a deranged serial killer any dang day.” Teddy spouted, realizing all too late that he had gone on one of his many famous tangents. “I know I’m right. I know I might sound like a bit of a Pollyanna at times, which is fair, but I’m not down on this whole bringing yourself down kind of thing. We might not have been attached at the hip back in high school, but I knew you well enough to know that you were a really nice guy without a lot of baggage. Well, baggage on a large scale, at least. You have a lot of great things going for you. Any person would be lucky to have you in their life to some capacity. Alright, I’ll stop harping on and on because you’re probably sick of the seemingly endless stream of compliments. At least I’ll try.” His eyes lit up when a replacement quarter appeared. The game was back on! “I’ll find a way to pay you back, I promise!” Teddy joked, knowing full well that a quarter was nothing. “As for puppy dog eyes, I make no promise that I won’t flash them in the slim chance I don’t whoop your ass.  It’s a classic move that ends up getting sympathy milkshakes.” Teddy explained with a cheeky grin as he slipped both quarters into the machine which lit up immediately. “You ready?”

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“I couldn’t possibly tell you,” Teddy admitted, fidgeting with a loose thread on his jacket as he spoke.  The last thing he wanted to be was of no help. “Though if I had to guess,” He glanced down at his watch briefly. 12:20 PM. “I’d say lunch. Lunch’s on average aren’t much longer than thirty minutes, ergo, I would place my bet on 10 minutes. What’cha in a hurry for anyways?”

ANGEL LEANED towards the front desk, pouting as she tapped her foot against the floor in a rapid pace. the door jingle made a sound and her head turned at the sound, ‘’ hey, ‘’ she spoke. ‘’ you got any idea when there’s going to be anyone here? ‘’ the girl pointed at the empty desk in front of her. 

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cassianwxxd·:

“Hm I’d hardly say “we” considering I run this shop mostly on my own with the help of some of my friends,” he says nodding over at the quiet figure seated in one of the few tables near the front windows, an old friend from the Serpents. “I came up with the name after one of my friends and I were driving through and saw that there had been a massive accident, all over some idiot just leaning over to turn the radio station up. So, I figured if the music is so good you’re in a reck, then it’d be a good name for a store where I want people to value good music.” 

“Wait, what?” Teddy interrupted, spinning on his heel to face the other man. “You run this place for the most part on your own? You can’t even be that much older than I am and you’re already a small business owner. Forgive me as I begin to feel horribly inadequate.” He jested, though a part of him couldn’t help but envy the other’s competence and and proficiency with manning an entire store by himself. “The song had to have been pretty good for it be his primary focus at the time, huh? D’you happen to remember what it was. And for it’s worth, I think the name’s not half bad after a memorable story like that.”

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mocse‌:

Moose lifted up a finger to interject, but soon dropped it again, another laugh falling from his lips. “Yeah, actually. That was just about all I did, huh?” he joked. Moose shook his head, smile growing yet again. “Crazy, right? It still shocks me every day that she liked me, of all people.” She had deserved better than him, in all honesty. He wished she had gotten that chance to find better. Moose’s eyes widened a bit at the flashy display of failure. Laughing loudly, he crossed his arms. “Oh my God, dude, speaking of high school, you’re still the same dork I remember.”

“Eh...pretty much.” Teddy admitted, deciding at the last minute not to lie on the matter. “But, hey, that might be a good thing right? You wear easily one of the less complicated people at Riverdale High, let’s put it like that.” Teddy put simply. “I enjoyed your company.” He admitted off the cuff and as nonchalantly as he could possibly muster. “Don’t say stuff like that, alright?” He mumbled with a newfound sense of loving, but stern authority. “She chose you for a reason, right? Don’t doubt that. You’re what I hear call a TP: total package. Though, I can’t really wrap my head around that because I just think of toilet paper and...I’m getting off topic. Point is: don’t dull what it is that makes you shine, ‘kay?” Grumbling, he couldn’t manage to outstretch his fingers far enough to reach his precious quarter. “Hey! You don’t see me pointing out obviously accurate things about you from high school.” Teddy retorted, dusting his hands off as he rose back up to his feet. “...Do you maybe have a quarter I could borrow?” He mumbled sheepishly.

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mocse·:

Moose laughed in reply. “Well, the wait is over. I’m officially off of my video game hiatus. It never should have started to begin with,” he declared, thumping his chest for good measure. And, as Teddy began to express his condolences concerning Midge, his expression softened a bit. Letting the other man finish speaking first, Moose nodded slowly. “Thanks, Ted,” he smiled warmly. “It’s been years and… it still sucks, but life goes on. I know Midge would be pissed if I let it keep bringing me down, you know?” Chuckling, he moved to follow Teddy over to the machine, an amused smile tracing his lips. “Wow, look at you and that swagger. You really think you’re the king of this place, huh?” he teased. “But, hey, who am I to deny a challenge from the king?”

“Well, not to be that guy, but it would explain your total lack of skill, Moosey. I seem to recall a time back in high school where you were either in one of two places: the field or the arcade. It’s good to have you back, though.” Teddy mused, rolling his eyes playfully at the male’s triumphant showcase of bravado. “It doesn’t matter if it’s been thousands of years. That pain and those feelings are just as valid, and don’t you forget, alright?” Teddy feigned stern love, pointing a strict finger at him. “But, yeah, I think she’d prefer this version of you. That was the one she fell for, right?” He said softly. Seeing Moose return back to his more carefree and jubilant side easily was the highlight of his day thus far. Beating Moose would soon top it. “You’ve gotta have swagger when you’re number one, right?” Teddy joked with a wink, flipping one of the quarters from his thumb, where it fell and rolled under the machine. “Aw, I thought I nailed that one down!” Teddy whined, dropping on all fours to try and retrieve his lost coin. “I practiced it for days and everything!”

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julietsheaven:

Juliet looked up startled by the request or the fact that someone was speaking to her from a tree. She started at the baggage the person referred too. “Uh I can try.” The brunette took hold of the bag and attempted to throw it as high as she could. “What exactly are you doing up in a tree? I f you don’t mind me asking.”

“Thanks! You’re doing me a real solid!” Teddy called down with his hands cupped around his lips. He did his best to try and catch the bag, but his hands weren’t even close to catching it. The boy was too high up. “Don’t mind at all,” Teddy began with a sigh. Trying to catch his backpack was becoming something of a chore for him and he was already out of breath. “It’s a fair question. Not many people casually climb trees, right? Well, it’s really rather simple: I like the view and the peace up here in the shade of nature, so I climbed. That’s it.”

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forsythiias·:

in actual fact, it was a good job that teddy messed up his first attempt at making his request of her, cause dim a moment as it WAS, jellybean didn’t immediately know where the voice was coming from. stopped dead in her tracks by the sound of someone speaking from, it seemed, the heavens, the brunette searched all around before the clearing of his throat drew her gaze upwards, along with the corners of her lips. it was only one she’d spotted him amongst the foliage that she took note of what he was SAYING, and only when the word baggage left his lips that she noted the bag left a few feet to her left. “am i allowed ask why you’re up there, before i try make so spectacular a throw?” she called back, though even without an answer to the million dollar question, she had started to make her way over to his bag, “just wonderin’, is all. i don’t get to see something like this everyday.” 

“Well, of course you’re allowed to.” Teddy immediately retorted as he removed a stray leaf from his locks which conceivably latch on to anything and never let go. “It’s a free country, after all. In fact, I encourage you to ask. I value curiosity as much as the next guy up in a tree. A quizzical mentality is good for the soul. I read that on a snapple cap once, if you could believe it.” He answered, popping a squat on the branch he had previously been standing on. For as often as he did it. the bounciness of the branches made him very queasy. “I consider myself to be something of a not-everyday kind of person. So, really that just means I’m doing a bang-up job if you think about it. Now, are you gonna toss it?” Teddy whined. “It’s important!” 

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mocse·:

Moose heard the familiar voice and it didn’t take much for him to realize who it was, but he remained focused. Of course, that focus was broken when he did not, in fact, crush the level as he said he was. “Damn it,” he scowled, stepping back from the machine. But, getting over it as quickly as always, he gazed toward Teddy and shot him a grin. “I couldn’t keep myself away for too long. I love video games too much,” he gently shrugged his shoulders. As tragic as Midge’s death had been to experience, Moose had moved on. If anything, he had small moments where he thought of her fondly still. This place, for instance - Midge would have loved it. The girl never was much for video games, but after Moose kept insisting she get into them too, she had caved in and the rest was history. “Do you come here a lot, dude?” he asked next. “I bet you could kick my ass at all of these,” he added, chuckling.

Teddy simply gave a knowing nod and smile as he watched Moose’s little avatar disintegrate into a pile of pones before asking for more tokens. Level 5 was a bitch, everyone knew that. Of course, Moose was a pro who was gaining his stride back, it’d take some time. “It sucks it took you this long, though. I could’ve been destroying you for years now.” Teddy jabbed with a playful grin on his features. “I’m...really sorry, Moose.” He blurted abruptly, his casting up to the other’s. As much as he wanted to make sure his old friend was happy, the inner conscience was bugging him to make sure that Moose was alright coming to Midge’s for the first time. It took guts, whether it had been 5 years or 50. “I may not have known her long, or even well, but I know that she’d be happy that you’re here. I know I am.” Teddy shot Moose a warm and caring smile before clapping the other’s shoulder gently before gesturing him to follow. “You’re not wrong, you know.” He began, sauntering over to the multiplayer Space Invaders machine. “But, I’d like to consider myself a compassionate kind of guy. Maybe I’ll go easy on you. That is, if you’re up for the challenge?” Teddy invited with a raised brow and two quarters he retrieved from the depths of his pocket.

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Teddy had just gotten out of rehearsal for the day and sought out one of the very few ways he could unwind after such an exhausting day, video games of course. Midge’s was a favorite of his, he knew the place and it’s games inside and out. Or so he thought. Hearing the soft chime of the bell above the door jingle, his eyes locked on a body he could’ve sworn he would have never seen in the arcade. “Forgive me, play on,” Teddy murmured, raising his hands in defense as he approached Moose. The stupid look of intense concentration was worthy of a small laugh, he couldn’t help it. “Just thought we’d never see you ‘round these parts. Color me pleasantly surprised.” He piped up, a satisfied sort of smile stretching his expression. It was nice to see Moose overcome the traumas that seemingly held him back. He clearly loved a good game. “Good luck, though. I hear level 5′s a total butt-kicker. You might be a bit rusty, Moose.” He teased.

Thank God this arcade was… well, an arcade. This had been the first time since its opening that Moose had set foot in Midge’s. For what were probably obvious reasons, he’d opted to stay away from the space for a decent while. But, luckily, he’d quickly allowed himself to get sucked into one of the many, many games that it had to offer. Leaning over and staring intently at the bright screen, his eyebrows furrowed in complete and total concentration. Which was why, when he sensed someone walking up to him, he was quick to speak to whoever it happened to be. “Shh, shh. I’m about to crush this level.”

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“Hey, d’you think you could do me a quickie? No, wait that sounds wrong,” Teddy interrupted himself, high atop the branches of an old Oak. “Okay, we’re gonna totally disregard that first attempt at a sentence, alright? Perfect, beautiful. Let’s try this again.” He cleared his throat and began anew, a soft chuckle becoming speed bumps for his words. It was all too ridiculous. “I seem to have, uh, left my baggage on the ground, which I realize now is not the best idea. D’you think you could maybe, possibly throw it up to me?”

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“Hm, now that’s kind of a loaded question, don’t ya think?” Teddy immediately responded without hesitation. Even after the stranger’s sudden bout of bashfulness, Teddy pushed on. It was an interesting enough question to pose. Why not answer it? “I would say...it depends. I know, not the most exciting answer of all time, but it’s true! If those who are standing by doing nothing know that there is something afoot, then yes. If they don’t, then no. Kinda have to treat it on a case by case basis.” He explained. Teddy could’ve gone on an hour long tangent about the subject, but the play that inspired the question in the first place stopped him. “Oh, no wonder. Arthur Miller. All his stuff is pretty heavy and thought provoking. I don’t blame your curiosity, really.”

lorelai had been getting prepared for the upcoming school week, and that meant re-reading her favorite play of all time: the crucible. besides it being a requited reading for every junior class to have read it, lorelai identified with it- she identified with john proctor. she knew what it was like to handle an accusation, to have her name soiled HOWEVER in more ways than one, she even felt a bit like mary warren. she was that scared, fragile girl.  sure, abigail was behind all those witches being hanged- but mary was there the whole time- she could have stopped it, but she didn’t. lorelai was mary warren and her siblings were the innocent women who were framed as witches. when did her life become the salem witch trials? “do you think the bystanders are just as guilty as the people who actually kill?” rory pondered verbally, as her thoughts became too loud for just her head. her face turned red after she spoke, holding up the aged book in her hand, as a way to tell that she was indeed referring to the works of arthur miller.

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“Oh,” Teddy murmured, having half a mind to bolt out of the quaint hole in the wall of a music shop. It was one of the only stores like it in all of Riverdale, though, so he’d do his best to not get any limbs chopped off. “Good to know you guys are tough on crime, then, huh?” He quipped, chuckling nervously as he made a B-line to a shelf of records in the back, flipping through them attentively. “So...10 Car Pile Up? Where’d you come up with a name like that?” Teddy asked, clutching a vintage Hello Dolly! in his hands. “You don’t look like much a car junkyard to me.”

“Welcome to 10 Car Pile Up, records are primarily the only form of music we sell, there’s also some guitars and drum kits in the back if you’re interested. I’m Cassian, let me know if you need anything, but if you steal anything from my shop I’ll cut your hands off and pin them to the front window.” 

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Hello, hello! My name is Nico and I’m stoked to bringing you all my sarcastic and charming lil’ theater nerd, Teddy! Below is his basic app and below the cut you’ll find some headcanons/a bit more of his bio as well as some connections! I can’t wait to get writing with you all! <3

riverdale’s very own Theodore Beckett is now twenty-one years old. they have lived in town for eight years, and pop never forgot their regular ━ cheese fries and a salted caramel milkshake. you’ll likely find the theatre major hanging around Carson college, probably spending any/all of his time in a rehearsal of some kind. their friends on the northside will tell you all about how they’re +Welcoming, +Witty and +Endearing, but others might describe them as -Closed off or -Snarky. oh well, no matter how you feel about Teddy, you can’t deny that they can win anyone over with that charismatic smile (and that hair too!).　

Theodore knew that he wanted to be known as Teddy ever since he was a wee lad watching Full House reruns on tv. Every time Danny, Joey, and Uncle Jesse sang the Teddy Bear song, he was at his happiest.

Similarly enough, watching the old Alvin and the Chipmunks, Theodore was always Teddy’s favorite. Small world. He really latched on to his kindness. And he was obviously the cutest one, so he latched on to that for himself.

When he was 13, Teddy’s father left his mother and so she used that as reason to uproot the remaining Beckett clan and start life some where new: Riverdale.

Starting high school in a new town, where most people at least knew of each other was awkward, so Teddy didn’t have many friends at first. The usual kind of exuberant and light-hearted energy he usually has was real low-key until he joined the, wait for it....drama club!

Joining the club allowed for him to flourish, make friends, and discover his actual passion, which then carried him onward to a full ride at Carson College for musical theater.

Teddy is a softboi, through and through, there’s no denying that. He’s not a big tough guy, though you’d think with how much his mouth runs he’d know how to fare in a fight.

Fun fact: Teddy loves to climb and dangle from trees. I couldn’t even tell you why, he just does. We love a possum boy.

Possible/Wanted Connections!

Frenemies: This person is half-part annoyed with Teddy and just wants him at multiple arm’s lengths. And the half the time, they think that he’s alright.

The arm-in-arm duo (a best friend, basically): This kind of speaks for itself? A guy, gal, non-binary pal who has vibed with Teddy ever since he blew into town, hence they go everywhere arm in arm!

The art fart: A pal equally interest in some artistic field, it could literally be anything, that could talk about the arts with Teddy for hours and hours in a coffee shop being super pretentious.

The elusive intrigue: This is kind of a general and random one, but this is the person that Teddy sees around town every so often and he can’t help but wonder why they keep crossing parts? Even if they don’t know each other? He finds them incredibly interesting.

The man on the inside: This is a south-side friend that keeps Teddy up to date on all the goings-on on the Southside. Obvs this isn’t his only Southside friend, nor is he afraid of the Southside, but ever since Fangs broke up with him bc of Northside vs. Southside pressures, he often feels unwanted there.