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It is nothing short of an awkward experience to be low on cash and fumbling around in pockets for spare change, a situation Asher had grown used to when pay wasn’t exactly flowing in. With a queue of three behind him, any other man would have become red-faced and embarrassed; Asher didn’t much care. So what if he couldn’t afford a soda and candy bar? Spinning on the balls of his heel, he offered a smile at the man behind him. 

“Can you spare a dollar?”

Seeing the man in front of him turn around was a bit weird, but Mike just adjusted the small basket hanging from his arm and kept looking forward, not really up for any sort of confrontation while he was on a snack run. Which was fine, except now the guy was smiling and-- Ah shit, he’s trying to say something to me.

Mike stared at the man for a few moments, though more for understanding than disbelief. It takes a while to figure out what his lips were forming, but it wouldn’t really be cool to ask him to repeat things, would it? Might as well risk it.

“I, ah... Sorry man, I didn’t hear you the first time.”

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why have a regular high school au when you can have a sky high high school au

hormonal teens and superpowers

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“I ain’t panickin’, man. Just wonderin’ what the hell you’re doin’ here.”

“My name is Sherlock Holmes; please don’t panic. I mean you no harm.”

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"I'm sorry but have we met before? You look familiar somehow." [ i have no chill sorrynotsorry]

Somehow? 

Mike wasn’t sure to be insulted that he didn’t seem to leave that much of impression, or worried that Luke’smemory might not be all that great. 

“Pfft, and here I thought you couldn’t tell a joke~”

Third option it is, then.

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luke-twdg-casanova replied to your post “I'm sorry, do I know you?”

I forgot I even sent this.. I dunno what to say, now.

[it’s totally fine, don’t even worry about it. c:]

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[Sorry about that, my friend's an asshole.]

                                                    Meet and Greet 

It took him a few moments to follow along with what they’ve signed, but Mike managed to get the basic gist of what they were saying. Maybe? The apology bit came through well enough, at least.

[It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.]

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"I'm sorry, do I know you?"

                                                       Meet and Greet

Does he? Mike isn’t all too sure, but trying to play it off like he does know the guy probably wouldn’t go well.

“Pro’lly not, man. Uh, sorry about that?”

Was that even something that warranted an apology, though?

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Meet and Greet

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"You could have been killed! Are you okay?"

"Excuse me but I think you got my order by mistake."

"Do you have siblings? I know someone who looks just like you."

"Here, let me get that for you..."

"Stop staring. It's impolite."

"I'm sorry but have we met before? You look familiar somehow."

"My memory isn't quite what it used to be. Who are you again?"

"Cheesy pickup lines are not going to work on me so don't bother."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't think anyone was behind me. Are you okay?"

"I don't know who you are but you can buzz off."

"I'd really like to be alone right now."

"I appreciate the gesture but I really don't drink..."

"I know I look like someone famous, but I'm not them. Honest."

"Perhaps you have seen my face before? Television. Newspaper. Blog maybe?"

"Sorry about that, my friend's an asshole."

"End of the world sucks, doesn't it?"

"At the risk of sounding cheesy and clichéd, do you want to have a drink?"

"God, I hate this song. Makes me want to stab my ears with a pen."

"Stay away from them. They're bad news."

"Why is it so hard to just find someone nice? That's all I really want."

"Hi. You don't know me but we kinda see each other every day..."

"Does this sort of thing happen to you often?"

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howl's moving castle sentence meme

"I feel terrible, like there's a weight on my chest."

"A heart's a heavy burden."

"Sorry, I've had enough of running away."

"Look at what you've done to my hair! Look!"

"I can't live like this."

"I see not point in living if I can't be beautiful."

"The nice thing about being old is you've got nothing much to lose."

"There you are sweetheart, sorry I'm late."

"I was looking everywhere for you."

"I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't torment my friend."

"You're being so obedient."

"She bullied me!"

"And you are... who?"

"I'm your new cleaning lady. I just started work today."

"I have this weird feeling you're going to leave."

"It's... you're scaring me."

"I don't care if you're a monster."

"May all your bacon burn."

"Don't be alarmed but I'm being followed. Act normal."

"Did you use your magic to make this?"

"It was a pleasure meeting you."

"I've never felt so peaceful before."

"I'm so tired."

"I feel so at home."

"She was once quite beautiful, so I decided to pursue her, then I realized she wasn't, so then, as usual, I ran away."

meme

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Guess it was a good song choice.

Well, that definitely helped to shatter any thoughts of this Evan guy being a robot-like character. Could be a singing robot, though. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he continued to play, now rocking slightly from side to side. Singing was a welcome accompaniment, and he found it adorable. Their singing influenced his next notes, and on this line:

Or blow me a kiss, and that’s lucky too~

He played the ending phrase as a trill, his face lit up with excitement. Any notion of awkwardness never crossed his mind, even when the photographer switched to humming. How many pictures would Evan take? Mike found himself wanting to see the finished results, even though that would likely take a while. Best not to let them hear that, though.

I love him.

He was absolutely delighted to hear what was being played. In fact, he was so delighted that he couldn’t possibly stop the words that fell out of his mouth. “Chim chiminy. Chim chiminy. Chim chim cher-ee! A sweep is as lucky. As lucky can be…” Mike had successfully, temporarily distracted Evan: who found himself growing to like the Mike more and more.

“Chim chiminy, Chim chiminy, Chim chim cher-oo! Good luck will rub off when I shakes hands with you– Or blow me a kiss And that’s lucky too.” Was it awkward to sing while staring and taking pictures? Well….. if it was Evan certainly did not understand the concept. His lips now closed, decided it better to hum the words rather than sing. He had always thought his voice wasn’t particularly suited for singing.

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For a few moments it seemed like Mike was looking through Evan, barely registering the words they said. Normally he could read their lips, but everything felt like it was coming through a thick fog. Or maybe steam? He really wished they’d just let go of the razor, though, since he didn’t like seeing it cutting into their hand like that. It wasn’t meant for that. His was the only blood that should’ve spilled tonight, and he couldn’t even get that right.

After what felt like an eternity, his grip on the blade loosened. His eyes stayed trained on the stranger, unfocused though they were.

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Mike took a few steps back, clearly defensive. Something about this just seemed... weird. Then again, he might just be paranoid. “You seem awful insistent on me stayin’ here. Why not just say you’re takin’ me prisoner and stop dressin’ it up?” He might be reading the situation incorrectly, but this could all just be some kind of trap that they’re waiting for him to just walk on into. 

Gared knew that he probably should have not gotten himself involved with the man. In such a situation, he should’ve went to someone higher-up in charge, but seeing as he’d been the one to spot the thief, his better judgment had decided to deal with it himself. He let out a sigh, looking up toward the other. “I don’t understand why you can’t just stay here? This place has what you need. Wouldn’t it just be easier to stay rather than to steal and leave?”

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Addams Family Values Starters

Wait!

We cannot break bread with you.

You have taken the land which is rightfully ours.

Years from now my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs.

We will sell our bracelets by the road sides, you will play golf, and enjoy hot hors d'oeuvres.

My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts.

The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, "Do not trust the Pilgrims, especially ____."

And for all these reasons I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.

___'s at that very special age when a girl has only one thing on her mind.

Do you think that maybe someday you might want to get married and have kids?

But what if you met the right man, who worshiped and adored you? Who'd do anything for you? Who'd be your devoted slave? Then what would you do?

You have gone too far. You have married ___, you have destroyed his spirit, you have taken him from us. All that I could forgive.

And then Mommy kissed Daddy, and the angel told the stork, and the stork flew down from heaven, and left a diamond under a leaf in the cabbage patch, and the diamond turned into a baby!

Our parents are having a baby, too.

They had sex.

You have enslaved him. You have placed ___ under some strange sexual spell. I respect that. But please, may we see him?

We don't hug.

Oh, they're just shy.

We're not shy.

We're contagious.

I'm just like any modern woman trying to have it all. Loving husband, a family. It's just, I wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade.

I'll never forget you.

I don't wanna hurt anybody. I don't enjoy hurting anybody. I don't like guns, or bombs, or electric chairs. But sometimes people just won't listen. And so, I have to use persuasion.

Dementia! What a beautiful name!

Children, as your new nanny, I know we're all concerned about the environment. So, this morning, let's discuss how to prevent forest fires.

I'll clean my room. In exchange for your immortal soul.

I don't want to be in the pageant.

Your work is puerile and under-dramatized. You lack any sense of structure, character and the Aristotelian unities.

I am getting just a tad tired of your attitude problem

You'll meet someone. Someone very special. Someone who won't press charges.

I have seen the unholy maggots which feast in the dark recesses of the human soul!

So I-I killed. So I maimed. So I destroyed one innocent life after another. Aren't I a human being? Don't I yearn, and ache, and shop? Don't I deserve love... and jewelry?

I'm not perky.

Would you die for me?

I'm saying I want you dead and I want your money.

But... but... don't you love me?

I hope that someday you'll know the indescribable joy of having children, and of paying someone else to raise them.

Do you think we love the baby more than we love you?

Do you know what happens if my mother uses a fabric softener?

I just can't tell, does he like me at all?

My baby is ill, and my husband is dying.

And I dreamed that when I met him that we would wait until our wedding night to give ourselves to one another, to make the ultimate sacrifice.

I will worship you forever. I will devote my every waking moment to your happiness alone.

I am your eternal and helpless slave.

At his request, I would rip out my eyes. At his command, I would crawl on my belly through hot coals and broken glass.

I'm good with my hands.

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Scales were simple, but it was enough to keep Mike from focusing on Evan aiming a camera at him. This still seemed like a weird situation to him, but at least he could go back to doing what he had planned on in the first place, just... with an audience.

“Hmm.” Hmm?

Was there something wrong? It was actually a bit concerning. Should he not have actually played any notes? Maybe he should’ve just been quiet. Agh, this modeling thing was already far too stressful. Before he let worrying thoughts run rampant, he was already playing another tune.

This time, it was an actual song. A Disney song, to be more specific.

Evan would have, could have easily waited for as long as required. It wasn’t as if he had anywhere to be– not needed for anything important as far as he knew. “I have been told I am quite bad at introductions.” He commented, stretching his fingers before bringing the camera up. 

Now, he was silent, focusing on what he had originally asked for. Pictures, and a part of him had become distracted by the notes being played. Thankfully the few shots he didn’t take were what he didn’t want.

“Hmm.”

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He absentmindedly scratched at his scarred ear while looking off to the side, half cursing himself for not making up some sort of sob story to try and keep the... whatever it was he stole. Of course, that might not have ended so well for him, so the would-be thief was quite satisfied with his nothing. “It happens.” Gared’s next words earned an arched eyebrow and a shrug. “Probably still would’ve been fine had I left.”

At least the other were honest, that was more than could be said for most men who attempted such things. Most would attempt to come up with some pathetic excuse, even more so than the man did beforehand. “You’d be disappointed.” Though, perhaps that would have been a better punishment than nothing, because Gared couldn’t see himself letting the men know of this man. “I don’t see why you’re tryin’ to take things and leave. It’s fine here without that.”