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( @hxziers )

eighty seven, eighty eight, eighty nine... 

he keeps the pace with his push ups, halfway though his workout routine. rap and hip hop music blasts through his sound system as he struggles to finish the set, still exhausted from the previous night’s fight. there’s bruises all over his upper chest that make it slightly hard to move up and down, but that’s as far as harm came -- the other weakling couldn’t get a clean hit on his face. with the upcoming race he couldn’t afford to skip a workout day (he should skip the midnight ventures, though he’d hardly consider give up his entertainment), so there he was, breathing heavy and with his brown curls all tangled up due to all the sweat. 

ninety two, ninety three...

that’s when he notices a knock on the front door, a frown creeping up his expression due to the unfamiliarity. visits were far from common, especially unannounced ones. travis has always been reserved with the location of his flat, only a few people aware of where he’d settled in town, and always pretty clear with how he felt with unexpected visitors -- he didn’t remember the last time someone selling door-by-door actually attempted to approach his door after enough unpleasant encounters with his stick-up-his-ass face and murderous aura. he hears another knock, but proceeds to finish his push up set before even considering checking the door.  grabbing a towel after hitting the hundred mark, he wipes sweat of his face and makes his way towards the black door, opening it without even bothering to check and ready to send them their way.

he eyes the unfamiliar figure up and down and snaps a simple question, “-- what ?”

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( @poisonedpeaches​ )

the brunette's throughly enjoying eating the popcorn she's basically stolen from her twin's cupboard. middway through her routinary run, she's stopped by unnanounced and entered without much of a knock, a simple twist of her wrist enough to unlock the door to make herself at home. despite her sibling's absence, she's comfortable enough to move as if the place was her own, and she's gone straight for a snack to regain much necessary energy, knowing the other wouldn't mind if she did while waiting for her arrival.

dead before admitting it out loud, with all the uncertainty surrounding their town since the incident (aka, humans being allowed in town, much to her dismay), marilyn tries to check up on her younger twin every now and then. with no other plans whatsoever, she just lays on the couch with her now half-full bowl of popcorn to await her sister's return, not much entertainment other than her thoughts of the upcoming halloween night. not much time goes by, only a third of the bowl left when she senses her presence nearby, and she's quick to welcome her at the sound of the door opening."welcome home rosemary," her tone amused, happily using another of her made up middle names. "you ran out of popcorn."