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minhopak:

“You think so?” Milo queries, amusement curling his tone. He didn’t think he was the hardest guy out there, but y’know. He’s a trans hockey player from Philly - he feels like he’s got a few notches on his belt. “Not really. Have you ever watched a hockey game?”

He snorts. “Yeah. My entire apartment is just an ice rink,” he replies before he starts walking again. He snags Tae by his elbow, giving him a tug. “C’mon. Before I freeze to death.”

“yeah, i have. i’ve even seen your games. i saw when your left winger lost two teeth when he took a puck to the face.” games was a lot. he’d been to one of milo’s games, and only watched hocket when the rangers were in the stanley cup.

“well, if that’s not true i’m gonna be super disappointed.” he allows milo to lead him by the elbow. he takes it a step further, and slings an arm around his shoulders. 

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hinemoanax:

“Pity nudes?” They scoff. “No thank you.” They drop down onto the edge of the bed again, making it rock a little bit with their weight. They peer at Tae’s phone screen for a moment before swiping their own off the crate-turned-bedside table to check the time. 

“So I’m not even on your favourites list either? Fuck, Tae. You’re really tryin’ to knock me down today,” they complain.

“they aren’t pity nudes!” he assures them. “if you aren’t willing to kill or die for me, you don’t make it to my favorites list. sorry, them’s the rules, see?” his favorites list contains only four numbers:”punk rock girl,” “ice prince,” panda face,” and “mom.” he fixes them with a serious look. “are you will to kill and or die for me?”

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minhopak:

“Sounds like you’re just looking for an excuse to punch my teeth in,” Milo notes, shaking his head a little bit. “Or to watch some skinhead do it for you.” 

He brushes his slightly-damp bangs from his face, wrinkling his nose a little as the cool night breeze catches on his forehead. 

“Funny,” he adds, rolling his eyes as Tae snickers away. “Hockey isn’t as violent as people think, y’know.” 

He eyes Tae for a moment, lingering on the already-darkening bruises on his cheeks and the split of his lip. “You’ll need some ice on those,” he says, nodding to his injuries. 

“oh no, there’re no skinheads. it’s invite only. but it’s okay, you’re already at a higher risk than most of losing your teeth.” tae’s eyes settle on milo’s face, looking slightly punch-drunk. he takes the joint out of his mouth to flick away the ash. “bull. isn’t that the point of it?”

gingerly, he touches the bruised half of his face. “you offering? oh, is there an ice rink in your place? that’d be pretty sweet.”

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minhopak:

Milo slows to a walk, hot breath curling in front of him. The nights were still cool enough for the air to sting his throat going down, lungs burning a little both from breathlessness and the cold. He ran a lot - it helped him think. The cold gave him something to focus on other than the low level anxiety that often came to him in the night time. Most of it was baseless, though generally it came back to him - thoughts of his dysphoria and his fears about his life - never achieving his goals, failing. All that shit. 

He puffs a little as he rounds the corner - he was getting close to his apartment again and needed to start warming down. He’d run his handful of miles - it was more than enough for one night. He walked through the pools of light dappling down from street lights and the odd store front, one earbud tucked into his ear, the other bouncing loose against his chest. His head lifts from his feet when someone speaks to him - eyes find a familiar figure, and he rolls them. 

“Nothing special,” he retorts drily, eyes flickering over Tae’s face, who was looking a little worse for wear. “What the fuck happened to you?”

tae’s expression softens immediately when he realizes who it is. “nothing special,” he replies, cooly. “world’s most pathetic fight club. you should join some time. then it’ll actually be a fight.” he stops a few paces away, taking in his flushed face and work out clothes. “y’know, i was watching a boxing match once when a hockey game broke out in the middle of it.” tae snickers at his own joke, his face too sore for actual laughter.

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hinemoanax:

“I am a human being living in 2017, so yes,” Kora replies blandly, mouth curling up at the corners. A little laugh leaves them at his words, pulling the best offended look they can manage onto their face. 

“Oh, so I’m not desirable enough to send nudes to? Thanks, Tae. You’re really makin’ me feel good about myself,” they joke - they can’t hold the look for too long, ending it with a roll of their eyes.

tae ho snorts. “if you want nudes, all you gotta do is ask. i can send you some now, if you want.” he always kept a few of his choice nudes on his phone. no dick pics though, in case his phone ever got hacked or stolen. “i’m sure drunk me wanted to send you some. it doesn’t look like drunk me made it off my favorites list... gabe’s gonna be really annoyed.” the thought makes him snicker wickedly.

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ctrianae:

Cat nods. “The smallest. I only spent my high school years there, though,” she adds - she generally considers herself to be from New York, though she didn’t spend a huge amount of time there. The same can be said for her considering herself Colombian - she only lived there for eight years of her life, a small fraction in the grand scheme of things. 

“I’d hope that was the case,” Cat notes. “Y’know, that you found out later instead of willingly making friends with a serial killer-type.” 

“Do I really give off that sort of vibe?”

considering the age difference, the odds of them having crossed paths were slim. still, they’d probably ridden the same trains and visited the same bodegas. that was pretty cool. he looked her up and down. “no,” he answered, “but he didn’t either... well, he def had a weird vibe, but i didn’t think it was a murder-y vibe.” tae ho chuckled. “you didn’t see the look on your face when you answered the door.”

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hinemoanax:

 Kora lifts their brows a touch, moving to dig in their bag to find some aspirin. “Don’t be so dramatic,” they chide. “You’re not the first person to ever have a hangover.” Their tone is light, though - they’re still good-natured. A little laugh leaves them as he recounts his drunk activities, mouth curling up at the corners. 

“Weird nudes, probably.” 

“have you ever looked at your phone on full brightness in the middle of the night? it’s like getting shanked in the eye.” after rubbing his eyes thoroughly, he continued his investigation. “yeah, that sounds like something i would do... if i did, at least it looks like i only sent them to friends who’ve seen it all before.” he snorted. “gabe’s gonna be fuckin’ pissed. looks like i didn’t send you any, thought.” he glanced at them. “bummer.”

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goddamnit-adam:

“What the fuck is a fandom?” Adam asks, furrowing his brows as he looks towards the other man for a moment, “Why do you need to have a word for yourself? It seems strange to me to define myself by something I like,” he says, furrowing his brows and frowning as he looks back down to the CD, “Well, I suppose confidence in your art is…good. I doubt it’s warranted, but, still.”

tyler snorted and laughed. “now i know you’re fucking with me. who doesn’t know what a fandom is? i just told you, fandom is just... fans, a group of fans!” when it became clear adam wasn’t kidding, tyler’s expression turned piteous. “uhhh, that’s literally what everyone does, dude. i bet you define yourself by, i dunno, how much you like depressing books.” the skepticism of the quality of his music irked him, but his confidence was such that he wasn’t shaken by it. “it is, my dude. it is.”

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goddamnit-adam:

Adam furrows his brows, blinking slowly, as he stares forward, “That’s stupid. I just like their music,” he says with a frown as he pulls down the sleeves of his sweatshirt. At the gesture, Adam reaches out slowly to take it, “Okay? I mean, no promises. I don’t promise I’ll like it.” 

“stupid? it’s not stupid. all the best fandoms have names.  the killers fans are called victms, my chemical romance fans are called killjoys, panic! at the disco fans are called sinners, and weird al fans are known as close personal friends of al.” he snickered. that was one of his favorites. “don’t have to promise anything. that,” he tapped the cd in adam’s hands, “will speak for itself.”

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ctrianae:

“Funny,” Cat notes drily, falling silent for a moment as she flicks her lighter to life, cherrying the end of her cigarette. “I’m from Columbia, did a lot of growin’ up in New York. My dad’s from Bed-Stuy.”

“You associate with Ted Bundy types? Good to know. Speaks well for your character,” she adds, pausing to sip her tea. She shakes her head at the offer, setting her mug on the windowsill. 

“I’ll pass. Thanks, though.”

“no shit, bed-stuy? i grew up in brownsville! small world,” he chuckled. it had been a miserable experience on the whole, save for the time he’d spent with his friends. bed-stuy was a neighborhood near brownsville. 

he huffed. “i didn’t know he was like that until... well, he was like that.” tyler muttered bitterly into the tea. “i’m a little more careful about who i hang out with.” he looked at her over the rim of his cup. “you’re not gonna try to kill me, are you?”

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goddamnit-adam:

“A doorknob?” Adam asks, utterly confused, his brows furrowed. When he continues, Adam raises a brow as he looks towards them, “Uh, no? Why would I?” he asks, blinking repeatedly. Clearly, this Tyler fellow had an inflated sense of self. 

“yeah, a doorknob. a doors fan? like how grateful dead fans are called deadheads, the who fans are called wholigans? huh, i guess you’re a wholigan doorknob,” he snickered. tyler was still trying to come up with a name for his bands’ fandom. but, clearly, this guy wasn’t in it so there was no hurry to figure it out. “cuz my band is really cool and you should know about us, duh.” he sat up, fishing a paper slip with a CD in it. “here. now you know about us.”

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ctrianae:

“Oh, a New York crazy? Even better,” Cat says, wrinkling her nose a little bit. She’d had a little too much experience with people like that - she went to school in a funny area. “I’m sure he’ll remind me of home. Lovely.” 

She shakes her head, turning away as the kettle clicks off, having boiled to completion. “I have enough trouble sleeping on a normal night, bud,” she tells him, fishing two mugs out of an overhead cabinet. She drops a teabag into each, filling them with water from the kettle before carrying them over, setting one of the coffee table for Tae. She then drops down on the armchair beside the window, cracking it open so she can light up a cigarette from the pack she’d swiped off the counter. 

“are you from the charles manson commune?” tyler asked with a derisive snort. “cuz that’s the kind of crazy i’m talking about.” taking the tea, he settled more comfortably in the couch, craddinly the cup in both hands. “well, he wasn’t preachy, so i guess not manson. more like ted bundy... anyway, thanks for the tea. sorry i crashed your night so hard.” he took a sip. “i think i got some indica on me. you can have it. it helps me sleep, and i definitely owe you now.”

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ctrianae:

“I was the greatest child alive, so obviously they gave me cash,” Cat jokes, shrugging narrow shoulders. “I was a straight A student so I guess that made them feel like they had to give me something?”

“well, shit, who knew the secret to free money was good grades? that definitely explains a lot,” he mused, sarcastically. “bad grades got me a record deal. take that granpa.”

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goddamnit-adam:

 “I am sure she’s plenty good to people who like her. I’ve always liked…The Who, The Doors, The Smiths…” he lists vaguely, “And I rather like mo-town, but that’s about as far away from that as I get.” He looks over towards him, furrowing his brows, “Why on earth would I be trying to impress you?” he asks, confused by the statement before he looks away again

“ahh, so you’re a door-knob, huh? like your sixty’s groove. i can respect that,” he nodded, lips pursed. “uh, hello, cuz it’s me?” tyler let the question hang in the air expectantly. “i’m tyler beyond? leader of the band kiss and make up? the world’s next great rock star?” he watched adam’s face intently, expectation turning quickly to disappointment. “you really never heard of me or my band?”

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goddamnit-adam:

At the other’s explanation, Adam frowns, “Oh, right,” he says, rubbing at his jaw in thought, “I think I’ve heard that in some movie,” he offers, still sounding unsure, though it sounded familiar. “I don’t think that’s really something I’d personally listen to. I tend to like older music, and a more…rock sound, I suppose,” he shrugs, “At least, judging by that one song,” he says, now looking over towards the other man.

he blinked. “my dude, blondie is classic rock. like, one of the most iconic rockers of the seventies and eighties.” tyler smirked, crossing his ankle over his knee and turning to face adam. “y’know, you don’t have to try to impress my by saying you like rock music. i won’t judge if you like something else like pop, hip hop, or whatever.” this kid gave no indication of wanting to impress tyler, he just had an enormous ego that assumed everyone knew who he was and wanted to impress him.

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goddamnit-adam:

At the statement, Adam hums passively, sitting up slightly straighter, though his increased comfort with the conversation does not encourage him to make eye contact. “What kind of music does she make?” he asks, wondering if she would be the sort to have read the play, “I couldn’t tell you, I’ve no idea who she is.”

tyler looked at him in disbelief. “what kind of music― you don’t know blondie? everyone knows blondie! she’s one of the world’s greatest lady rockstars!” he sat up. “one way or another? you don’t know that song? like, one way, or another, i’m gonna find ya, i’m gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha?” he sang, hoping to jog the memory. “even if you don’t listen to music much, that song is, like, in every movie.”