@bakshiis ... plotted

i should have realized that the person running down the hall was coming right for my room. i could hear it, but it wasn't like people didn't move quickly around hospitals. when the door slams open, it manages to catch me off guard, and if not for the fact that i might pull my stitches (again), i'd jump. but i've been here before, done this routine. really didn't want the nurses yelling at me again.

"jesus." not who answered the door, but instead, it's brad. my heart slows back down, and i take a deep breath. "you scared me."

i've been focused observing the home of @bakshiis, almost if i'm in a museum. it is true we never came to your house before. i'm well aware of your private nature and i respect it. it was only luck though that you allowed me to stay over your house when i blurted out the idea of us spending a night together. sleepovers are so much fun and i love them so much! my backpack worn with a walking cane held, i remember you're here and gaze at you, beaming sweetly. "so where's the guest room!?" i chirp an inquiry through excited grin, "this is gonna be one of the greatest sleepovers ever!" in a giggle of delight, my feet bounce, the childlike excitement washed over me entirely.

@bakshiis ... continued.

they hadn't been planning on eggs. really, the plan had just been to grab whatever they possibly could and start to throw it. it was just so perfect when they laid eyes on the full carton, it felt like destiny. so they had taken them, and gone out, and started on their rampage. really, they would've thought he noticed a lot sooner.

"well, you stood me up. took me back out. then kicked me out. so i think this is justified." there is a satisfying crack as they throw another, right in the middle of the windshield. "plus, owning a tesla makes you look like a bit of a dickhead. so i'm kind of helping you out."

"please do not play with rusty nails, mapplethorpe. tetanus shot or not." ( listen dad had to say something i- )

the blonde will roll his eyes, a heavy sigh leaving him. "listen, bossman. i don't know why you decided to be such a buzzkill." he'll cross his arms tightly against his chest, blowing a stray curl from his forehead. "america is a fuckin' nightmare!"

☾ MYTHIC QUEST SENTENCES. ☽

➥ STATUS: ACCEPTING.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ @bakshiis said: why are you so boring?

brow furrows as if she's truly considering an answer to the question posed, but that's not it at all - no, poppy's very intensely attempting to discern whether the question is genuine or not. if it is genuine, is it rhetorical? is she meant to answer?

she comes up with zero answers to her own questions, and therefore no answer to brad's question comes to her, either ☾ and if it had, she wouldn't know what to do with it, due to the lack of answers to her own silent questions ☽.

"why are you so... tall?" she counters in a moment of peak panic and utter desperation to say something so as to not simply stand there.

"Look, mate, I really don't know what you're goin' on about. Y'had me at the start, there, but after about a minute, y'totally lost me."

@bakshiis // sc !

@bakshiis || ♫

{ ♪ } -- "Yes, actually." I chirp, offering a little grin. "You'll give yourself a terrible headache and damage your teeth if you keep grinding them like that."

It only took a moment for me to stand, humming quietly and taking a glance at his cup. Then, turning on my heel, I head to the counter. It only took a moment to order another drink just like the one he had. Then, I wander over and set it in front of him alongside a bottle of water.

"Try to relax a little. If only so you don't get a migraine or have to pay for expensive restorative dentistry."

@bakshiis ... liked here. give up baby go. peach pit.

"i waited. you called. then you never made it."

@bakshiis : "there's a fine line, if any, between optimism and willful idiocy."

"hm." barely glancing up from his phone, noah doesn't give much of a response other than that small sound of acknowledgement. "well, i'm a realist." that might not be true. he thinks that's true. he's certainly not an optimist, definitely doesn't consider himself an idiot. "which one are you?"

          "     we should be good people,     "     everyone laugh  !  he's making a joke.  there's nothing good about anyone who steps foot inside the skyscraper his grandda owns,  and everything that one of the kauls sets their sights on dies.  not his fucking problem,  if he had any say in it.  hilo grins,  all sharp teeth dripping bitter sarcasm.     "     wouldn't it be nice to wake up in the morning and not feel like a fuckin' piece of shit  ?     "

               FOR BRADBAKSHI  @bakshiis  ,  FROM  HILO     !

i wish to be entertained. ( yeah ..... )

@bakshiis

i taps at the notebook sitting in front of me, which is full of notes from the brainstorming session i had just been a part of. as a writer, i really hadn’t done much aside from take notes, that i was supposed to turn into something coherent later. considering half of them were just the names of werewolf related media, i had quite a bit of research to do before that was possible.

“are you gonna throw me a ball, or something?” it was impossible not to notice brad in the room, even if everyone had spent the whole meeting pretending not to. for a janitor, everyone seemed to be kind of afraid of the guy. “because i’ve never been very good at fetch, sadly.”

it's beyond rare for me to go on dates. that's more of micah's and philos' thing. but, somehow, being on them with you, it feels easy. i think it's because of how compatible our personalities are. god fucking knows i can't ever deal with people who aren't like me, even in the slightest. when you suggested a date involving us rock climbing, i instantly accepted. physical activities is one of the things i enjoy immensely. getting to engage in one with @bakshiis? it's perfect. "beautiful fucking view, hm?" i soon try to form a conversation with you, our progress being at halfway of the crag. behind us, we can see a large portion of the valley. "i'm curious to know how long have you been rock climbing," in all honesty, i never thought you would be the type to do these sort of things, but you can surprise me at times, which is something.

@bakshiis ... liked here.

"if you hug me hard enough, i actually make a squeaky toy sound."

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His nose was wrinkled as he admitted his thoughts, eyes pulled from Brad to land on where Ted was. The coder(?)/help article writer(?)/what did he do(?) in some deep conversation that was probably disrespectful judging by the look on Poppy's face. He wasn't trying to even guess what was spewing from his lips, but he was glad to be in Brad's presence rather than his. Or hell, even David or Bill. And the latter was even considered his best friend. He'd do so much for him, but lately it was a lot of "how do i reconnect with my daughter" and Paul only knew Alice really when she was little. He couldn't help.. didn't know if he wanted to.

"Mm," Paul hums at the immediate question, eyes darting away to look back to Brad. He shoves his hands into his pockets to stop them from wringing together as he listens to what's shared. His head begins to nod, snort of agreeance escaping him. "I don't even share an office with Ted, but he insists on sharing almost every detail about his... what does he say, his" he pulls his hands from his pockets to use air quotes, "honey pots." His hands drops and he cringes slightly, grimacing, "I'm sorry I said that--" to be fair Paul was sure Ted meant a word that rhymed with the first, but would get fired over if spoken into the air at work. God, he hated that guy.

always sunny starters:

accepting / not accepting @bakshiis as brad bakshi said "should we just attack him and take it?"

the suggestion brings a smile (an evil grin, really) to her face. soft cheeks are pushed upward, eyes narrow and darken further beneath brows that furrow in focus. "hell yeah."

david, the poor unsuspecting bastard, is holding a sleeve of oreos -- an item jo has been unable to tear her eyes away from since the moment david's disgusting fingers lifted it from the bag before him. he's speaking, something about working toward a goal and waiting for the relief of gratification, but she isn't listening.

"The news reporters reported that I died."

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