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It's not really like Ashe doesn't know, he's just gonna stay silent about it. "So why Oregon?"

     ”Well — that’s nice.” Dell kept his motives quiet. 

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"Hey man, you can see fuckin' whales from the beach. It's the shit. Oregon's the shit."

      “Never know whether I’ll be camping on a beach or just throwing myself into the waves.”

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"Oregon's the shit, especially if you camp out on a beach somewhere."

       ”Well — it was nice knowing you.            ’m off to Oregon.                                                                     — what?”

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    He nods, smiling a bit at the name. It was cute, he couldn't help but think that. It was just cute, and fitting. "Rabbit, yeah. Cute name. I'm Ashe." He stands, putting his bag over his shoulder and biting his lip. Part of him wants to go over, to tilt his head up and let their eyes meet, but he shouldn't, so he doesn't.     Instead, he bites his lip, looking at Rabbit once more before his eyes fall to the ground again. He means to say he has to go, but without a second thought, something else escapes him. "You got any plans or anything today?"     He knows it's not just that he feels bad, knowing that Rabbit was the one they were talking about last night, that there's more. But he won't admit it.

     Rabbit knows damn well the things this boy heard at the party. It’s a never ending thing, really, the shit he gets for being him. He wishes that he were exaggerating, but unfortunately, he’s not. As soon as he leaves and they’re drunk, they start up. Sometimes, they don’t even wait for him to leave. And really, that’s okay; because it’s something that he’s grown accustomed to over the years.

     He swallows down some sudden lump in his throat and lets his eyes focus on the hardwood floor of his bedroom. “Yeah, it’s my bed.” His voice remains quiet and slightly shaky, though he doesn’t know why. He shakes it off and combs his fingers through his hair.

     ”I-It’s fine, honestly. Since you slept in my bed, I should introduce myself, I guess.” He doesn’t bother to move from his spot, nor does he hold his hand out to the stranger. “I’m Rabbit.”

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"----It was tonight wasn't it? I was looking forward to it, dammit."

      “i        i missed it. i even set        a reminder and everything. how        in the world am i supposed to        live now. i’ve never been this        sad in my life.”

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"Whoa, shit, okay, accident. M'sorry." 

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Semi-Transparent Strawberries to match your blog!

This is my second attempt at this. D: People who run blogs dedicated to this are…well…dedicated! I looked everywhere for tutorials on perfecting this technique, but people seem to be really secretive about it for some reason. I’d still really like to see a tutorial, if anyone knows of any!

If I can perfect it on my own, I’ll just make a damn tutorial! xD

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    He's been awake for a good thirty minutes, but the bed feels nice. It feels way better than a couch or the backseat of his car, but it's different. He's not slept so well in so long that he couldn't stay asleep, eventually just giving up and laying there.      So when he hears the other's voice, he jumps a bit and sits up, looking over to him. "I, well, uh.. Yeah. This your bed?" He's already getting up, knowing he should leave soon to find a place to stay a little bit, a place to get a momentary job, all that. He has to keep moving, and right now, that sounds good. Because he's in this guy's bed and apparently no one likes him; it just feels wrong to stay.      "I was just about to get up, gotta go, I guess. M'sorry."

     Somehow, Rabbit manages to spend the whole night in the park. He’s glad it’s late, because no one’s there, which means no one will bother him. The only downside is that he’s stuck with his thoughts, but he manages to keep them away from his parents.

     He doesn’t leave the park until the sun’s rising and he’s positive that almost everyone is gone and his brother is passed out somewhere in the apartment. But he makes sure to take his time, walking the long way home just in case James is still somehow awake. He takes a deep breath as he opens the door and lo’ and  behold, James is passed out on the couch and the apartment is in ruins.

     Luckily, Rabbit isn’t the least bit tired, so he cleans up the best he can before he heads in his room. At the sight of the other in his bed, he recognizes him instantly as the boy at the door the night before. Rabbit leans in the doorway, unfazed, because this isn’t the first time a stranger has passed out in his bed.

     ”You comfortable?” He asks, looking away.

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    "--Well cool, alright, yeah. Had to make sure this is the right place." He smiles, nodding a bit and heading towards the door again. The kid wasn't asking, he wasn't gonna push it; he's found his place for the night. A part of him does kind of wonder why he's leaving, but he has to let it go for now, just walking on into the party.      Thankfully, no one questions him, and he enjoys himself for a little. He has a few drinks, he talks, but he starts hearing something about "glad he left" and things that hinted that it was about the guy he saw earlier, and he starts feeling a bit uncomfortable. So instead of listening, he walks off, finds an empty room, and curls up on the bed.    He didn't know whose bed it was, though.

     The goddamn bane of Rabbit’s existence; the parties his brother decided to throw every other day. So what if it was the middle of the week? He was going to have a party anyway, crash on the floor at four a.m. and leave Rabbit to clean up the mess when he got home the next morning.

     Really, he should have been used to it by now, but he wasn’t. He especially wasn’t used to the shit-talking that his brother’s friends provided when they were completely shitfaced half way through the party. Why? Because somehow it was always directed towards Rabbit, no matter what. It didn’t matter what he did, they always had something to say. More often than not, he didn’t do a damn thing.

     Hence the reason he always left. It was always easier to leave at the beginning when they were sober and didn’t notice than when they were drunk and had all their attention towards him.

     Though he froze at the door when he saw the other male standing there. “Brother’s.” His voice was as soft and timid as ever, and he pushed the door open a little farther as he slipped out. Rabbit didn’t bother asking who he was; quite frankly, he didn’t care. He just wanted to get out, and get to the park.

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    ----He's been driving for hours, honestly; he seems to have a habit of getting in trouble when he's traveling. Hell, he's a seventeen year old runaway, how's he supposed to stay out of trouble?     So when he finally gets out of the state, he's a little more than thankful, because he's ran into people who would chase him across states. Only problem is that he's broke and out of gas, he's gotta find somewhere to stay, because his car is not comfortable at all and always his last option, and hell, he's used to couch surfing. He's actually planning on doing it again when he graduates, if he goes back. And he does want to graduate, so it's pretty likely that he will.      Then again, it's not easy to find someone to let you sleep on their couch, especially if you've got piercings and the clothing style of someone like Ashe, people tend not to trust you a ton.     What's a true savoir? Fuckin' parties. Because everyone's drunk, and no one notices if someone just slips in, they assume its someone else's friend and not one of their own. So when he sees one, he's so fucking thankful for it that he just walks right up and knocks on the door. Instead of who he would expect, though, a guy is opening it, and clearly heading out.      "Whoa, hey, your party or..?" If this was the guy throwing the party, he was f u c k e d.

    A charming smile always works. 

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REALLY WANTS PARA RPS RN

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ᴏʀᴀɴɢᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ (sᴏᴍᴇ ɴsғᴡ).

❝I was hoping you would have like a gnarly scar. Add character… And mystery.❞

❝You’re slutty, not easy. There’s a difference, semantically.❞

❝Oh I just want to put her in a bag of rocks and drop her in the river.❞

❝I’m all about giving. I’m like a bean-flicking Mother Teresa.❞

❝Seriously, enough clitorference.❞

❝If grateful paid the bills, we’d all be fuckin’ Bill Gates!❞

❝I spent a lot of time wondering if it would matter if I died.❞

❝The system’s fucked.❞

❝Do not defend your boner to me right now!❞

❝This one got away, but I swear to you I will die before I see that happen again. I will keep you safe.❞

❝I’m feeling some sapphic vibes comin’ off you.❞

❝Why did you take us to a gay bath house?❞

❝You know I can promise you that I’ve never been saner than I am right now.❞

❝I have mastered the art of shutting people off.❞

❝I made her come vaginally. Do you even know how hard that is to do? My point is…I don’t even know what my point is anymore.❞

❝You live on a slippery slope, kid, but for some reason you keep doing rain dances. Good luck.❞

❝I think I’ve moved beyond stress to something more deeply disturbing.❞

❝I love you and I fucking hate you.❞

❝Why do you always feel so inevitable to me?❞

❝Lesbian request denied.❞

❝That’s what love is like       it’s like coming home.❞

❝You got some fucked up priorities.❞

❝It’s not like I’m exactly overwhelmed with the possibilities.❞

❝Too hetero?❞

❝You’re supposed to be my family.❞

❝I always miss you until you’re here.❞

❝Don’t you fucking leave me.❞

❝Were you trying to pimp me out?❞

❝You know, another layer of icing on a shit cake does not make it taste good.❞

❝Oh, so here’s the thing     no.❞

❝Adventure is just hardship with an inflated sense of self.❞

❝No, this is divine retribution.❞

❝Do not project your conscience onto me.❞

❝I will fuck you. Literally.❞

❝I heart you.❞

❝You don’t just turn gay, you fall somewhere on a spectrum, like a Kinsey scale.❞

❝I would like to stress that I think this is truly fuckin’ stupid.❞

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"I don't k n o w where you're goin' but do you got room for one more, troubled soul!" He's passionate about singing this song, hardly forgetting he wasn't alone in the car.

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Life's shit, I'm shit, you're shit, we're all shit. Welcome to the club. i. Indie RP blog for the OC Ashe Aivle ii. Non selective iii. 4 years roleplay experience, one on tumblr iiii. Multi-ship and fandom friendly

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