“can i just say how much i hate flying from chicago to boston and back again every single month?” zahir asked as he sighed exhaustively, slamming his laptop shut after booking his flight for the end of the month. “but then again, perks of living away from your family.”

          JAMESON SQUINTS,      hazel hues looking upward at the sudden outburst.    a brow raising in curiosity,     ❝  why do you KEEP doing it then   ?   that important   ?  ❞

          hello my loves ! so , for a couple weeks i’m taking a much needed semi-hiatus because my life is just all kinds of hectic right now and it’s really harshing on my muse for james since it’s hard to focus on real life and rp , never fear tho i’ll still be popping in every couple of days when the muse strikes me ! but, since i won’t be be on super actively , if u need to contact me at all , don’t be afraid to ask for my discord ! ( and obviously i’ll still be answering ims whenever i can ) . anyways i’m gonna stop typing , ily all !

      it was practically innate for maven to spoil everyone he came into contact with. it was a rare generosity for most people but for maven it was a mundane thing, like breathing. ❝ i do not ! every kid should have their own miniature carousel in their backyard accompanied by a large bouncy castle ! ❞ he protested, as if his point was practical to jameson’s values.  ❝ — is that the ONLY condition ? james, b a b y, i didn’t know you were that easy. ❞ he teases. though maven would. the lengths he would take to be called that were profound. 

          HE FINDS HIMSELF      rolling his eyes whenever maven speaks.    it’s a natural thing, after years of friendship there isn’t ever anything malicious in the gesture and he knows maven knows that.     ❝  no, they shouldn’t and i’m gonna end up popping that thing right in front of your face.  ❞     watching the other’s money go down the drain brought some joy into his boring life.     ❝  oh, shut up--- i’d be easy for you and ONLY you. for now though, i’m still waiting for that kiss you’re promising me, put your money where your mouth is, mavey.  ❞

       despite the messy look noemi was giving off; a bun with few curls skewing off in random directions, sweatpants, & a dark tank top, today had actually been a productive day for the girl. she had gotten her weeks-worth of shopping done: consisting of groceries, clothes, & a new v e l v e t matte lipstick set that she was so proud to be wearing. however much happiness em felt though, was quickly diminished as she ordered her usual drink before turning to see a packed cafe. this was, unfortunately, the usual. seats were open here & there but people were just too damn STUBBORN to give up the other seat; whether it’s because they didn’t want to move their bag or because they insisted someone would be sitting there ( it was all just a fib for them to be alone ). once noemi started moving she had the complete mindset of leaving, finding a nearby bench to sit on, & to enjoy her coffee there. but a voice had caught her off guard, one that was direction in front of her. “ ah, ” she said softly, taking the few steps forward to close the gap between her & the other, “ sitting would be nice. especially since i heard a rumor saying it was bad to drink & eat while standing up —- something about everything going directly to your stomach or something ? super weird. ”

          JAMESON WAS THE WORST,      in general yes, but also when it came to anything related to gushy feelings.    it was not his forte to want to deal with that sort of stuff.    the pounding of his heart or the way his stomach had twisted into a knot when he saw someone.    there wasn’t ever a time in his life he could TRULY recognize said things, but he knew they were there.    perhaps just choosing not acknowledge them in situation since they made his mind fuzzy and an anxious feeling shot through his body.    however, he couldn’t avoid her.    the cafe, like always, was booming with people and he thought it rude to NOT offer the extra seat he had.     ❝  i’d assume so,  ❞     he chuckles, a sort of nervousness giving an odd edge to his tone.     ❝  also, wouldn’t want to spill, there are plenty of assholes out there who wouldn’t even offer to help you clean up--- gotta avoid them at all costs.  ❞     another nervous chuckle as he gestures her to the spot in front of himself.