//Queue running till 3rd May.

None of this was in any way reassuring but Gabrielle had expected the worst, had tried to prepare herself for it as much as she could considering the pain she was in and her preparations for her own demise. She didn't know what had happened and fear gripped her heart as she thought more on it, as she tried to fathom what had happened to her son. Her eyes were burning with intensity as she watched Nicolas carefully, drinking in every word with all the concentration she could muster.

"I won't make it to Italy Nicolas, you are right. I don't even know if I will last this night." Gabrielle confessed somewhat reluctantly. She had never liked admitting to weakness, to limitations. She could not hide from the facts of her situation though, it would accomplish nothing. "What do you think has happened?" She asked Nicolas softly, her hand fluttering weakly against the bedsheets. Nicolas was a man of great intelligence and at this point, she was willing and welcome to any suggestions. She couldn't believe for a moment that any of it was Nicolas' fault.

"Lestat loves you, he would not readily abandon you." Gabrielle was sure of that. It was one of a few things she was sure of at this point. She had believed that her son had loved her as she loved him in a way that was unique to them within their dysfunctional family. If he did though, why did he stay away?

"I had hoped I would see him one more time." The words were barely above a whisper and Gabrielle felt the beginning of tears welling in her eyes and she silently cursed the frailty of her condition.

The Marquise and the Musician

@beautifulsavagegarden (for Gabrielle)

Nicolas was finely dressed when he arrived at the rooms Gabrielle was staying in. He and his father had disagreed on every point of life except for the value of good clothing. The place was a bustle of doctors. Lestat's lawyer was around, Nicolas noted with distaste. But no Lestat. If that idiot let his mother die without seeing him, Nicolas would find and kill the bastard himself, sorcery be damned.

He didn't believe Lestat would neglect his own mother so. But then again, what did he know? A week ago, he would have said Lestat couldn't leap to rafters and survive bullets. A few months ago, he could have sworn Lestat trusted him. Whatever had happened to him, was there any love left in him at all?

It didn't matter. He wasn't here for Lestat. Nicolas was let into the bedroom by one of the Doctors. "Madame le Marquise" he greeted her, formally. He had heard things about her from her son, but the two hadn't really met or talked much.

when it gets hard || sentence starters.

CW for panic attacks, depressive themes

"hey. you look tired. you alright?"

"something wrong?"

"look. i can tell you're not feeling great. want to talk about it?"

"i won't leave you. not now, not ever."

"it's okay to rest. i'm right here."

"sometimes your brain will lie to you and tell you bad stuff, but it's not true. it's never as bad as it seems."

"it will be okay. i promise."

"hey, it's alright to let it out."

"you hide behind that facade so much. why?"

"you're not going to leave me, right?"

"want to do something stupid to take your mind off all this?"

"we'll live. we'll live, both of us will, please believe me!"

"don't do this. it's not good for you."

"we will survive and afterwards, we'll... get some ice cream. or go to a nice restaurant."

"i don't know if anyone has ever told you this, but it gets better. it will get better, i promise."

"do you have anyone who supports you? do you have anyone who cares about you?"

"can i have a hug?"

"maybe it's not okay right now. maybe it won't be for a while. whichever it is, i won't leave you."

"hey, stay for a while. i gotta share this popcorn with someone."

"sleep fixes a lot of stuff. it's like emptying garbage cans in your brain."

"stay with me, please?"

"follow my breathing, okay? in for one, two, three, four... hold for one, two, three, four... out for one, two, three, four."

"let's go for a walk together. where do you wanna go?"

"there - you can cry. it's okay. i would never judge you for that."

"it doesn't matter what you say or do, i won't let you be sad alone."

"i'm your friend, idiot. i'm not going to abandon you."

"don't just repress everything! that's dumb, and it'll hurt your brain."

"if you need a breath of fresh air or a change of scenery, i know a place we can go."

Anne Rice Vampires Ranked by What It Would Be Like to Get Chomped by Them

Armand – Hypnotic, irresistible. You’ll stray into a beautiful garden and never leave.

Louis – Tender, quick and painless. His victims always love him.

Bianca – A class act. Never spills a drop. She’ll tell you a joke right when she leans in.

Lestat – Who needs life when you have that 1,000-watt smile embedded in your jugular?

Marius – Hates waste and unnecessary suffering. 

Akasha – The primal fount can never be slaked.

Khayman – A total sweetheart. You can’t even be mad at him.

Pandora – Super sexy until she rips out your heart and sucks it dry like a Capri Sun.

Daniel – Starts out gentle then gets hedonistic and out of control. Might rip your head off accidentally. Sorry, Boss.

David – Terribly sorry, it’s nothing personal, you understand.

Gabrielle – Will take you down like a lioness with a goddamn wildebeest.

Mael – Marius is so disgusted that you let yourself get killed by this Druid himbo.

Claudia – Uncanny, plus you just know she is into some freaky shit.

Santino – That mildewy smell never really goes away.

Maharet – Hopefully she waits until you’re dead before she steals your eyeballs.

Mekare – [telepathic screaming]

claudia and louis for @krea2re (inspired by that official art of jolyne and jotaro)

How it started vs. How it's going

He still didn't know why they had needed to do this, why they were dragging Daniel back into this. He'd gotten out, he'd had a life and now he was dying from a degenerative condition. When Armand had told him he'd wanted to put on the pageant, Louis had gone along with out of sheer indulgence more than anything else. He'd liked the idea of seeing their boy again. Decades had passed but it seemed that neither of their feelings had changed where Daniel was concerned. That wasn't necessarily a good thing though because Armand's feelings were stronger than Louis' and he, once again, felt like he was the one clinging on. It wasn't a comfortable feeling and Louis was beginning to feel disconnected from this life that had been constructed around him.

After the pretense had been dropped, Louis had withdrawn, leaving Daniel to try process the changes in the interview. He'd already had his suspicions that not all was how it seemed. It was why Armand had gone out into the sun, to try and throw a cog in the machine as such. Louis wondered when he'd get that ability, if it would be any sooner because of the amount of Armand's blood he had consumed across the years. Would it make him happy or would it just further remind him of all that he had lost, who he had lost?

Louis had sat beside the window in his bedroom, looking out through the tinted glass, deeply entrenched in his thoughts when Armand came to him. It was inevitable. He'd expected Armand. When he heard the door open, he took in a deep breath. When he heard Armand's words, he straightened and glanced over his shoulder.

"What you want me to say? Or we past the point of being scripted now?"

@beautifulsavagegarden

Things were strained since Daniel had come to interview Louis. And with Daniel now aware that Armand wasn't Rashid, and that he was a vampire and Louis lover; things were worse.

And now Daniel was asking questions about faded memories. About missing time.

It was a dangerous thing.

What if his own infidelity came back again?

He had fallen in love with a young Daniel. They had made love multiple times. He had wanted to turn him. But Louis...Louis would be the thing that would be difficult to deal with. After taking Claudia from him, he couldn't just leave the vampire to be on his own. So, he had erased Daniel's memories of him. Made him straight. Made him go clean.

But with Daniel back.

It was going to ruin the strained rope tethering he and Louis together.

"Talk to me. Please, Louis."

Armand had a preference for expressive lovers and Nicolas did not disappoint. His gasp was beautiful to hear but it was only the beginning. Armand wanted to hear more than that from Nicolas and, by in large, he tended to get what he wanted. He gently, tenderly, brushed his consciousness against Nicolas', a mental reassurance to match his physical based desire.

Armand was pleased at the other noises that he was able to wring out of Nicolas and that was just from kissing his neck and face. As part of the tease, the seduction, Armand brushed his lips against Nicolas', barely resisting the urge to deepen the kiss and taste him more fully.

Tell me what you want and I will give it. I do not always have to be cruel.

Continued from here with @symphonyofmalice

Armand did not need to be told twice and he moved forward, quickly wrapping Nicholas up in his arms in all of his fragile imperfection, determined for Nicholas to feel the enormity of his desire, to think, feel and breathe only the all consuming love that Armand felt for him. He could not have Lestat and now that he had grown to know Nicholas, he knew that he had to have him. 

“I like it when you say please.” He told Nicholas, his voice quiet as he showered kisses over his new lover; pressing his lips against Nicholas’ cheekbone, nose, chin, lips, brows, everywhere he could reach. 

“Give yourself over to me fully Nicholas and I will keep you safe.” The words were spoken barely above a whisper as he communicated openly what it was that he wanted. He wanted to be the provider, he wanted to be the one holding this beautiful man together, the glue in his very heart. 

song of achilles rp starters

by madeline miller. i altered some quotes so they fit better  ♡

❝  i saw then how i had changed.  ❞ ❝  name one hero who was happy — you can’t.  ❞ ❝  i feel like i could eat the world raw.  ❞ ❝  you are half my soul, as the poets say.  ❞ ❝  i have no need to forgive you. you cannot offend me.  ❞ ❝  i do not fear ridicule. i never have.  ❞ ❝  you have always trusted so easily; you have had so little in your life to fear or suspect.  ❞ ❝  do you hear me? please, say something.  ❞ ❝  your face is like quicksilver, always racing to something new. you unsettle me.  ❞ ❝  you do not give things up so easily now as you once did.  ❞ ❝  now i know how to make you follow me everywhere.  ❞ ❝  i would know your face in dark or disguise. i would know it even in madness.  ❞ ❝  there is no law that gods must be fair.  ❞ ❝  i have never seen anyone fight the way you do.  ❞ ❝  our dead come for their vengeance regardless of witnesses.  ❞ ❝  the sorrow was so large it threatened to tear through my skin.  ❞ ❝  when you die, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with you.  ❞ ❝  you were always better with words than i.  ❞ ❝  i will never leave you. it will be this, always, for as long as you will let me.  ❞ ❝  you smile, and your face is like the sun.  ❞ ❝  i thought you were — something. you do not — you do not move like a human.  ❞ ❝  do you want to walk up to the woods?  ❞ ❝  you can’t be very wounded if you can stand for so long.  ❞ ❝  there are no bargains between lion and men. i will kill you and eat you raw.  ❞ ❝  we are like gods at the dawning of the world.  ❞ ❝  nothing could eclipse the stain of this dirty, mortal mediocrity.  ❞ ❝  i yearn for the darkness and silence of the underworld, where i can rest.  ❞ ❝  those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that i felt anything at all.  ❞ ❝  you seem utterly unaware of your effect on the people around you.  ❞ ❝  it was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. it was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came.  ❞ ❝  you are a weapon, a killer. do not forget it.  ❞ ❝  i have heard that men who live by a waterfall cease to hear it — in such a way did i learn to live beside the rushing torrent of my doom.  ❞ ❝  if you have to go, you know i will go with you.  ❞ ❝  there is no one like you.  ❞ ❝  we have given each other wounds, but they are not mortal.  ❞ ❝  and perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.  ❞ ❝  who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty? it is enough to watch you win.  ❞ ❝  do not let what you have gained this day be so easily lost.  ❞ ❝  you have killed them and taken your vengeance. it is enough.  ❞ ❝  no man is worth more than another, wherever he is from.  ❞ ❝  strange that such a small kindness feels like grace.  ❞ ❝  you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.  ❞ ❝  i cannot bear to see you grieving.  ❞ ❝  i remember little more than scattered images from my life then.  ❞ ❝  i would recognize you by touch alone, by smell; i would know you blind, by the way your breaths came and your feet struck the earth. i would know you in death, at the end of the world.  ❞ ❝  i see a dozen men here ready to leap on each other’s throats.  ❞ ❝  in my land a bow is marked as the weapon of cowards.  ❞ ❝  you may still make a good person.  ❞ ❝  you don’t bother to threaten me, yet. i should be worth threatening.  ❞ ❝  the memories well up like springwater, faster than i can hold them back.  ❞ ❝  i hoped that you would come.  ❞ ❝  the voices of the dead were said to have the power to make the living mad.  ❞ ❝  i have weathered the anger of gods before.  ❞ ❝  i thought of how many nights i had lain awake in this room, loving you in silence.  ❞ ❝  there is nothing in the world i want more than to know what you had not said.  ❞ ❝  you will never gain fame from your fighting. does this surprise you?  ❞ ❝  my mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse: i wish for earthquakes, eruptions, flood. only that seems large enough to hold all of my rage and grief.  ❞ ❝  i will not cry in front of you.  ❞ ❝  listen to me. you go too far in this. i will not be able to protect you.  ❞ ❝  there is no honor in betraying your friends.  ❞ ❝  i’m afraid I have been prompted by a rare stirring of guilt.  ❞ ❝  i promised myself that if i ever saw you again, i would keep my thoughts behind my eyes.  ❞ ❝  i did not want you to see my fear, though normally we kept nothing from each other.  ❞ ❝  gods and mortals never mix happily in our stories.  ❞ ❝  you will be dead soon enough.  ❞ ❝  you are destroying yourself. you will not be loved for this, you will be hated, and cursed.  ❞ ❝  you left yourself today. and now you are returned.  ❞ ❝  you are a better person than i.  ❞ ❝  whatever you do, i shall stand with you, as i always have.  ❞ ❝  you have looked at me a thousand thousand times, but there is something different in this gaze, an intensity i do not know.  ❞ ❝  my life is my reputation. it is all i have.  ❞ ❝  may i give you some advice? if you are truly his friend, you will help him leave this soft heart behind.  ❞ ❝  what are you thinking about?  ❞ ❝  even the boldest of people would whisper a prayer if they brushed against me.  ❞ ❝  the keen edge of my envy was like flint, a spark away from fire.  ❞ ❝  do you think we fight hopeless wars?  ❞ ❝  it is strange, that you would speak against betrayal.  ❞ ❝  if every soldier killed only those who’d personally offended him, we’d have no wars at all.  ❞ ❝  no one has ever tried to take something from me.  ❞ ❝  stay behind me.  ❞ ❝  will you help me put the rest of my armor on?  ❞ ❝  your face is blank and barren, like another language, impenetrable.  ❞ ❝  i am here because i believe that we will win. i am staying until the end.  ❞ ❝  your presence is like a stone in my shoe, impossible to ignore.  ❞ ❝  he is not worthy of you. he never has been.  ❞ ❝  will you tell me who hurt you?  ❞ ❝  it is like a nightmare; i expect, each moment, to wake to relief. but there is no waking.  ❞ ❝  i do not need to prove myself to you. to any of you.  ❞ ❝  you have always thought too much of yourself.  ❞ ❝  some men gain glory after they die, while others fade.  ❞ ❝  even here, behind the darkness of my eyelids, i cannot name the thing i hope for.  ❞ ❝  our joy is so bright we can see nothing else but the other.  ❞ ❝  you have a tender heart. an admirable quality, surely.  ❞ ❝  you are spring, golden and bright. envious death would drink your blood, and grow young again.  ❞ ❝  i will not be the raven on your shoulder all the time, predicting gloom.  ❞ ❝  you look different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight.  ❞ ❝  when there is greed, there is hope.  ❞ ❝  i could have told you more, of the dreams that leave me bleary and bloodshot, the almost-screams that scrape my throat as i swallow them down.  ❞ ❝  you are angry, and not without reason.  ❞ ❝  you feel mislead; you were promised victory.  ❞ ❝  you know, it’s funny; i keep thinking i’ve seen you before.  ❞

𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜

add  + REVERSE  to reverse the roles!

∆ FOLLOW ∆  -  sender grabs receiver’s hand to bring them somewhere

∆ STOP ∆  -  sender grabs the receiver’s hand to stop them from going somewhere

∆ FRIGHT ∆  -  sender grabs the receiver’s hand because they are scared

∆ EXCITE ∆  -   sender grabs receiver’s hands out of excitement

∆ OVER HERE ∆  -  sender grabs receiver’s hand to grab their attention

∆ COMFORT ∆  -  sender places their hand atop the receiver’s to comfort them

∆ HEAL ∆   -  sender treats a wound on the receiver’s hand

∆ COLD ∆  -  sender warms receiver’s hands in their own

∆ CATCH ∆  -  sender grabs receiver’s hand(s) to keep them from losing their balance/falling

∆ LIFT ∆  -  sender grabs receiver’s hand to help them climb up\down from somewhere

∆ SIZE ∆  -  sender starts measuring their hand in comparison to receiver’s

∆ TRACE ∆  -  sender starts tracing the receiver’s hands in their own

∆ OUTSIDE ∆  -  sender kisses the back of receiver’s hand/their knuckles

∆ INSIDE ∆  -  sender kisses the palm of the receiver’s hand

∆ TOGETHER ∆  -  sender entwines receiver’s hand in theirs as they are walking

∆ SWING ∆  -  sender swings receiver’s hand in theirs as if they are a child

∆ BRUSH ∆  -  sender accidentally brushes their hand against the receiver’s as they both reach for the same item

∆ CLOSE ∆  -  sender places their hand with their fingers just barely touching receiver’s, too shy to fully hold their hand

∆ CIRCLES ∆  -  sender gently rubs circles over the receiver’s hand with their thumb

∆ MASSAGE ∆  -   sender works the stiffness out of the muscles of the receiver’s hand with a massage.

Sleep had not come easily to him and when it eventually had, it had been an uneasy rest. The dreams fled from him, mostly, when he woke, but he had been forced to check his wrists multiple times to be sure that there were no more chains. Armand was many things, not all of them positive, but he was certainly a quick learner. Although his time in the hospital had been brief, he had learned that it was better if he did not fight back in such an obvious manner. Violence was no longer the answer, nor was it necessary for the most part.

Armand did not know where he was going, he did not know what lay on his future. He wanted to go home but he couldn't quite recall where home was, what home was. It was beyond his recollection. Trying to grasp it was like trying to catch smoke, it kept slipping through his fingers.

Armand had little concept of time and there were many moments where he felt that he had exchanged one form of imprisonment for another. His senses were sharp, sharp enough that he could detect footsteps drawing closer. His knees were drawn up to his chest on the bed and he looked up, awaiting the visitor that was inevitably due. He wouldn't have any visitors from his private life because he didn't know what that was. This person would be either a nurse or his doctor with the gentle voice.

Trinity Gate

@beautifulsavagegarden

Louis sighed as he parked the car. He was a doctor at the private psychiatric hospital, Trinity Gate. They were specialists in treating patients who were deemed too difficult for other hospitals. He was one of the doctors assigned to a particular patient, he had come into the hospital having been rescued from a sex trafficking ring.

Armand was a conundrum that left everyone unsure and unbalanced with him. They were never sure what he wanted or how his mind worked.

His file had said he was seventeen but it was difficult to work out his actual mental age because Armand acted far younger than a typical seventeen year old.

He headed into the hospital and went to get his patient his breakfast.

I made a thing

gentleness action prompts edit/interpret sender/receiver roles as you see fit

breathe - muse a holds muse b closely to help them wind down after a stressful day/event

stop - muse a holds muse b back from walking back out into the fray

melt - muse a holds muse b’s face gently, drawing circles into their cheeks with their thumbs

acceptance - muse a kisses muse b’s forehead and lingers

redemption - muse a holds muse b’s face together and rests their forehead against them

home - muse a pulls muse b closer until muse b’s face rests in the crook of muse a’s neck

finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm

classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary

honesty - muse a wipes muse b’s tears away from under their eyes

recovery - muse a rubs muse b’s back repeatedly to help work tension out their body

anxiety - muse a intertwines their fingers with muse b’s to ground themself

repose - muse a languidly slips into muse b’s arms while muse b is lying somewhere

subtlety - muse a gently brushes their hand over folds and wrinkles on muse b’s clothing

intimacy - muse a braids/brushes/works knots out of muse b’s hair

domesticity - muse a rests chin on muse b’s shoulder to read/see what they’re holding

second-nature - muse a runs their hand through muse b’s hair who’s leaning into them from behind

casual - muse a slinks their arms around muse b’s to sit closer

wounded - muse a sways muse b and themself back and forth as a soothing mechanism

care-taking - muse a rubs muse b’s arms repeatedly to get some warm into them

excuses - muse a brushes their thumb lightly against muse b’s rub some dirt/dust/etc away

courting - muse a rests one hand on muse b’s back and holds out the other for muse b to hold to help them climb up/down something

simplicity - muse a playfully runs their finger along the bridge of muse b’s nose in one swift motion

@lcvbctten sent a confession of devotion.

“Ulterior motives? We can’t do nice things for each other? I don’t blame you I am pretty suspicious.” / draco for armand?

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"There always are in my experience." Armand replied, his voice quiet but strong. He was perhaps more suspicious than most would be but it was a natural consequence of the life he had lived, if such a term could be used. He was the very portrait of angelic beauty as ever, sitting by the electric lights he had grown so fond of since their inclusion in his life. He derived silent pleasure regularly and often from the change that differing levels of light had upon his skin.

"I am given kindness in return for a form of allegiance. It is an often repeated pattern."

misc sentence starters edit as you see fit

"i've missed you so, love, more than lungs could air"

"i don't see how you could possibly ask more of me, after all i've given"

"i don't consider myself kin to those who give up easily"

"perhaps you've fought too hard, have you ever thought of that?"

"maybe it's the look in your eyes, angry wisdom has most quiver in fear"

"you have offered me nought but reason to self-flagellate"

"your longing for punishment seems unreasonable even to those you've wronged"

"you mistake yourself for a god, that much is clear"

"we only suffer when we're together, you and i"

"i like to think i was meant for more than for longing"

"and you yearn? even after all this time? after all this?"

"it seems much more likely that you're in love with an idea not even you understand"

"i can't do it, what you want from me can only be achieved in your imagination"

"in your eyes i feel lesser than human and greater than god"

"it is a weight to bare, your eyes on me, on what i do and what i think"

"you give me nothing to fight for, only empty promises and empty rewards"

"perhaps i've outgrown it, perhaps i've outgrown us"

"be fair, give me a just fight with a just victory"

"i want your defeat, i want to see you on your knees, and i want mine to be the blade making you kneel"

"what ties us together is uglier than love, holier than death"

"i want justice, you see? justice for the me you killed all those years ago"

"you could ask for forgiveness, grant me at least that"

"what do you repent for, you've no soul left in you to save"

"i can see it in your eyes, the ugly suits you, you find it homely, blood, death, and vengeance"

"let us feast now, let us feast and speak toasts to all those we've abandoned to get this far"

"to forget and be forgotten is the gift of the mortals, perhaps our only one"

"that's just like you, always punish pandora for the men who have claimed her flaws and used them as excuses to maim"

"i don't like you, i never have, i never will, you are despicable and liking you would make me rot the way you have"

"consequences be damned, right? you never cared for neither living nor dead"

"halt, a moment, just one, where would you even go?"

"there is no one waiting for you there, though i suppose that's the reason you go"

"and will you ever stop? what's all this journeying for, if you have no destination"

"this is no life to live, but it makes for a good tale, does it not"

"tell me again, remind me why i am supposedly worthy to be seen by you"

"perhaps i exist only here, only now, only when you perceive me, above all others"

"perhaps i can only exist as myself if you remember me"

"i must go now, but i will leave my soul with you, guard it well, it is more yours to hold than it is mine"

"i don't want to be good or better, i want to be acceptable, i want to be the kind of person you could forgive"

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ? a collection of various questions that can be asked. feel free to change around anything that needs to be !!

" what do you mean ? "

" oh, so now you can tell me ? "

" are you asleep ? "

" do you hate me or something ? "

" can i help you with that ? "

" is that blood ? "

" where did you find this ? "

" do you remember how it used to be ? "

" do you miss me ? "

" can you turn out the light ? "

" did you have a nightmare ? "

" will i always be second best ? "

" why do you love me ? "

" did you apologize ? "

" do you want more rest ? "

" are you okay ? "

" are you going to finish that ? "

" where are you going ? "

" is that smoke ? "

" didn't you quit drinking ? "

" does your mother know ? "

" are we going to be parents ? "

" how do i look ? "

" can i hold you ? "

" is that a puppy ? "

" can i kiss you ? "

" where did that scar come from ? "

" can you hear my voice ? "

" will you shut up for a second ? "

" are you satisfied ? "

" where are you ? "

" where the hell did you go ? "

" why do i smell smoke ? "

" did you try to make me dinner ? "

" will you go out with me ? "

" will you go on a date with me ? "

" will you marry me ? "

" could you please kiss me goodnight ? "

" are you kidding me right now ? "

" did you shut the door on your way out ? "

" can you see me ? "

" did you get a picture of it ? "

you could say they knew eachother