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“I’m constantly making potions and performing spells on people, don’t I deserve to have something done for me?” Magnus was whining, evidently but it really had started to bother him. The warlock was laid sprawled across the large bed in his loft, exhausted from trying to keep up with people a quarter his age. He figured if he complained enough his bed mate might get the idea. “That’s a hint that I want you to kiss me. Hint hint.”
‘ and then you say i’m whiny and needy, look at you--- ‘ truth be told, the sight was amusing and the childish younger male wouldn’t let the opportunity pass. junnie crawled over him and after sitting on his hips, arms folded over his partially bare chest. ‘ what if you say ‘please’ first? ‘ he was merely playing hard to get.
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‘ don’t ya’ like surprises? ‘ he personally thought that blowing fire was way more entertaining that just swallowing it and he’d be at risk if he did the second one right now. another blow, closer to the spectator with a mischievous grin on his lips.
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‘ sure, hope you’re not afraid of fire. ‘ a brief wink and a confident grin were his companions before he removed his shirt, nearly skipping like a little boy to get his tools, which were more like toys to him, lighting the gasoline coated end of the stick on fire, holding some of the fluid in his mouth to blow fire. he decided to blow instead of swallow--- no pun intended.
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‘ that sounds interesting-- i swallow fire, is that entertaining enough for you? ‘
‘ that sounds awfully inviting... ‘ yes, he literally spaced out into his own wild imagination, ignoring the other was still standing there. yong nearly chuckled to himself at the thought of his own ideas.
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‘ what ya’ gon’ do about it, hyung? ‘ a mischievous expression proper of an evil creature played over his features. ‘ sure, sure--- practice all you want, i’ll be over here starving. ’
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connections: literally any.
‘ not working with kids ever again, that goddamned spawn of satan pretended he was crying so he could hug me and motorboat my tits--- ‘ that and because she had the mouth of a sailor.
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‘ someday... someday--- ‘
connections: stranger / acquaintance.
' be brutally honest, does my face tell you that i give a flyin’ fuck about smoking in front of children? ‘ the antichrist was about to burst into laughter. how rude, damien.
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no one had ever taken this request seriously and he thought she was, perhaps, joking, ‘ life is miserable, disgusting, and i see no point in it, could you do it quickly? i’m not a fan of pain--- well, sometimes, in certain ways and parts of my body but that’s another story. ‘ an elbow rested back on the step behind him to be able to glance up at her, placing his cigarette back into his mouth.
connections: client / friend.
‘ stop whining, it doesn’t hurt that much ‘ how comforting. hand poking tattooes would usually hurt even more than normal tattooes.
‘ i probably look like a sissy motherfucker right now, i know, shut up ‘ swollen reddish eyes above wet blushed cheeks.
three cigarettes on the pavement and one more between his lips, sitting down on the step of a long stair, andrew had the most miserable expression you could encounter on the streets. ‘ do me a favor and kill me, will ya? ‘ requested to the nearest passerby.
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status: open connections: little girls parent/babysitter/sibling.
for some odd reason, evan felt.. fine. he didn’t feel angry at the world or even sad at the thought of his past. he didn’t try to hide his feelings today and there was a real smile painted on his lips. maybe it was because he loves children and there was currently one placing a flower crown at the top of his head. he had been sitting in the park earlier, sitting up against a tree and listening to music when a little girl came up to him and started talking to him. at first he had tried to brush her off without hurting her feelings but she didn’t go away. and now here he was letting her make him flower crowns and draw in his journal. yes, the journal he didn’t let anyone touch or see but he allowed her to. “wheres your parents, love? they’re gonna be worried to see you missing.” he murmured. not too long after, a person was jogging toward where they sat.
“ i guess i should probably say some shit like ‘ don’t talk to strangers, gracey ‘ but it’s a bit too late, isn’t it? “ after stepping on his already consumed cigarette on the floor, the tattooed and inappropiatedly dressed uncle received a scolding from a high pitched tone of voice with a lecture about ‘bad words’ and how he had now to put a dollar on the “swear jar” at home, to which he would calmly nod in agreement, sitting down with the two of them as if the stranger didn’t represent a threat at all.
“ you don’t get it. i hear voices that tell me to STEAL cigarettes. “ bullshit. he was trying not to get beaten up after not so discreetely stealing an entire box of cigarettes from the stranger.