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"Oh hello abs, I’ve not seen you in awhile,"

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{Hi! Just swinging in to say I love your blog. okay, carry on c:}

THANK YOU! 

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"Oh hello abs, I've not seen you in awhile,"

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"Me and Mr. Frog have been watching Face Off all morning...this is the extent of my attention span," Andrey felt like he hadn't been out in ages, rather than just one morning. The doorbell ringing had been a bit of a surprise for him, and probably weird for the person on the other when he showed up toting a giant frog plushie.

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I want to see something, reblog if you're older than 13 and younger than 25.

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"Who're you to say what's best for me?" Andrey said, frowning, taking a rather long drag on the cigarette, "You're too busy trying to bust the town open to get away from me to even get to know me, so you've no right to say what's best for me,"                                                                                  

"You are not horrible and you know that’s not the reason. I’m doing what’s best for both of us. Both of my exes ended up dead and I’ll just break your heart. You don’t want that in your life so that’s why I’m doing this."

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Andrey rolled his eyes, "Look if you want so fucking bad away from me, then go, I don't care anymore, if I'm that horrible to be around then whatever," he said back, a little bitterly, he was tired of the arguing, and the stress of the arguing.                                                                                      

Artemis nodded, taking a seat next to him. “Look about last night…” She was speaking of the night before in the ally where both of them were highly inebriated and she was also high. “…I’m sorry for being such a bitch. I-I’m not leaving but I can’t keep doing this with you Andrey. We have to cut ties.”

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                                                      Andrey had been sleeping a lot lately, this was the first time he'd ventured out in a while, lighting up a cigarette and playing with the coffee mug in front of the cafe. It wasn't as hot as the beginning of summer had been and a small breeze ruffled his hair. He ashed the cigarette, feeling someone staring at him, "look I didn't see a no smok-oh hi," he said softly, tapping his forefinger against the cigarette, "sit down if you want I suppose,"

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"Yes, kind of makes it worse because then I don't know when to expect the lightning and I don't hear the thunder, and I get paranoid, and it's just...not good," he explained, sitting down on the bed and curling up in his comforter, forgetting he'd dragged it from his bedroom with him for a moment.                                                                                                          

"Experiment till you find something you like," she called in answer. When he returned with the clothes, Paige stuck her hand out, gratefully pulling them on. The shirt was huge on her, but that was hardly a concern. If the shorts hadn’t sported a drawstring she would have been in trouble, but she pulled them tight and emerged from the bathroom feeling much better. "Have you tried putting headphones in and listening to music?"

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"I don't know what though," he said shrugging, chewing on his lip rings, he disappeared into his room for a minute and came back out with a shirt and shorts, "It's not much, the shorts have a drawstring, so they won't be too bad,"                                                                                                               

Paige took the towels gratefully, dabbing at her damp hair and then scooting past Andrey and into the bathroom. She left the door open just the tiniest crack, so that her voice would filter out to him clearly. After all she felt bad that he was so panicked. “The only thing that used to calm my sister down was if I sang to her,” she mused softly, stripping down out of the wet clothes and toweling her body off. “You have to find something that works for you, that takes your mind off the sounds. Ill fitted clothing is better than wet I suppose, so if you’ve got something to give me that would be appreciated.”

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"closet," he pointed at the bathroom, scooting into there, not wanting to let go of the comforter, coming back out with a a few towels, "Uhm...I have clothes, but I dunno if they'll fit you," he jumped a little again when the lightning struck again. He inhaled, "I hope it stops storming soon, I'm fine with rain, but not lightning and thunder."

Paige had never minded storms. When she was younger she and her father would sit outside on the porch and count the seconds between roars of thunder. It was, therefore, not at all a problem for her to travel in the nasty weather, though she did let out a loud curse when the wind stole her umbrella from her.

She enjoyed a thunderstorm…but she liked to enjoy them while being dry, which was no longer an option. By the time she rang the doorbell, the brunette was soaked to the bone and grimacing. Her expression changed, however, to one of surprise and then amusement as she was hastily dragged in by a large comforter in the shape of Andrey. Paige bit at her lower lip, trying not to laugh. “My sister never liked storms either. The key is to distract yourself,” she said, and then shivered, looking down and realizing her wet clothes were making a mess. “Um…got any towels? I don’t want to turn your living room into a lake.”

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The loud crack of thunder sent the man skidding into his bedroom on his socks from the bathroom, "FUCK ME," he yelled, diving under the covers, "I don't like lightning, I don't like lightning..I don't-SHIT," he bundled up in his comforter, hiding his face. 

He heard his doorbell ring and jumped even higher, he swallowed hard and scooted across the floor in the comforter, not looking out the windows at the hard rain hitting the glass, he opened the door, "IN IN IN LIGHTNING THUNDER IN!" he said, frantically when another boom sent him flying. He shut the door and looked at the person he'd ushered in like a giant Andrey burrito, "I don't like storms." he said simply, looking terrified.

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OOC: I'm back home guys! We just got in and I was making sure my internet didn't get damaged because of the storms we had while I was gone. I'll probably be on normally tomorrow at some point. 

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"I'M ON THE FUCKING GROUND I CAN'T GO HOME," he'd hit the bottom, literally, and the more he stumbled trying to stand the more gravity pulled on his alcohol soaked person, "Can't do fucking anything right, I just mess shit up, can' do anythin'...Evan is right," he slurred, finally giving up on trying to stand and just sat there.

"Really Andrey? There’s not a fucking thing I can do! I fucked things up again! N-Neither of us are in any condition to argue and you obviously don’t need me here so there’s no point in staying here. Go home."

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"Oh gooood look, worry then walk away, jus' walk away!" he hit the ground with the sudden movement of his arm, "Owww, tha' huuurt," he whined, rubbing his arm. He was too drunk to properly check it, and too drunk to have much of a sensor on what came out of his mouth.

"Good for you…" She didn’t want to be forgotten but she was the one that pushed him away. She turned and wobbled as she began to walk away. 

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"I didn't want to stay home, it's lon'ly there, an' I just wanted to drink, an' drink an' forget e'erything, an'...it worked," he said, laughing a little drunkenly. 

"I don’t question that fuckhead!" She took a stumbled step forward. "Why the fuck are you getting drunk alone? Something could happen to you! You s-should’ve stayed your ass home!" She was now in a state of anger and worry. No longer caring of the vulnerability showing through. 

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"don't dammit Andrey me!" he slurred, his attempt at looking intimidating with his finger pointing an utter failure, "i've..I've every right to be face-shitted as the next person," he thought a moment on what just came out of his mouth before realizing how badly he mangled those words. "I've I've rights an' emotions an' M'a human being!"

"Dammit…" Artemis was near sobs at this point. She had experimented for once with other narcotics and ended up taking ecstasy, unaware of how emotional it would actually make her. She was stumbling all over town making it outside the bar she frequented. She was too fucked up to be let in so she stumbled on forward, passing the alley and seeing some sorry bastard purging in the dumpster.

It took her a moment before she recognized who exactly it was. She sighed heavily, approaching him and taking support onto the nearby brick wall. "Dammit Andrey…" She sighed.