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just a reminder that im here now 

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i moved 

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reminder that i am here 

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shilah is here now

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im also rebooting shilah with a different fc and changing his backstory bc ive learned more doing the things i did so if anyone is interested hmu

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hey.....

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I chopped most of my long hair off and got this shirt

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I miss y’all what is up what are my mutuals/friends been up to hope ur day is great

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hello just wanted to update that im situating into this next semester better then i was the last, but im having trouble with my meds working again so that’s why i haven’t logged on. but im working through it. on another note, some of you are going to receive the halloween packages i said i would send in october lol - i just had a lot happen so money was lower! but im sorry for the lateness and i hope its still meaningful. 

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Like for a lil sketch today if I can in quiet work moments !!

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JOSEPHINE.ruinaa

          she sits on the edge of the bed, watches him change. when he moves back to the bed, she stretches back, propped up against the headboard so that he can settle against her. there’s a moment of quiet and it doesn’t take much to guess why that decision was made, especially if he’d known it was something that would upset her, too. “oh.” her hand cards through his hair, nails scratching gently at his scalp. “–– i’m sorry.” 

           in a way,  he feels selfish for being upset about something that doesn’t affect him in the same way it affects others.  and maybe he is for it,  but he was still overworked from the entire meeting and the fight that erupted and how he knew,  looking at his student,  that if his parents had their way he was going to grow up with the same mindset.  the world never changing.  “  it’s okay.  “  

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JANOS.cycloniic

Janos’ gaze flickers from the door to Josephine’s room, to the couch, and back to Roman, hesitant for a number of reasons; most of them stemming from the swell of uneasiness in his chest whenever he’s left alone with Roman. He knows Josephine loves this man, knows she trusts him, but Janos has still not been entirely convinced.

Sometimes, he wonders if that nagging doubt will ever completely disappear. Janos watches him go down the hall to the bathroom as he perches on the edge of the couch, and he wonders how much of Roman’s feelings about him mirror his own; how much, or how little, does Roman trust Janos? Is he doing this as a favor to Josephine, or to try to gain his favor? Why not just turn him away and pretend he’d never stopped by?

Shaking his head, Janos pushes those thoughts away as he shucks his jacket and button up shirt, sucking in a quiet, pained breath as the fabric bunches over his wound. He’d used his tie as a pressure bandage, and he begins to gently unwrap it, peeling it away from his bicep as Roman returns from the bathroom with the well-stocked medical kit. The kit is familiar–comforting in a morbid sense. By the time Roman is in front of him, he has the three inch gash exposed, sitting bare-chested on the couch, trying not to bleed all over it.

     “–thank you. I appreciate you not waking her.” His response is delayed, quiet, as he’d not wanted to call down the hall after the other man. 

     “I often wonder if it is no longer appropriate for me to come here for this,” he mentions, directing a rather pointed, meaningful look in Roman’s direction.

          roman has been with josephine long enough that he’s used to the people that stop by.  janos,  luz,  shilah  --  some came once and never again,  and some came and never left.  and janos:  he came every now and then,  didn’t always stay long unless josephine asked roman if he could stay the night  (  even though he knew it was just out of respect;  if he said no,  she would either cry to him or get upset  )  and they never interacted very much.  

          this was probably the most one on one interaction that they’ve had in all the years he’s known janos.  he doesn’t think about it;  he focuses on the wound in front of him,  back in a place that was oddly familiar still,  and is only brought back out of focus when janos speaks. 

           his hand doesn’t waver,  but he slows for a moment before continuing to clean the wound.  “  it’s only inappropriate if you make it to be.  “  he says,  just as pointed.  “  your josephine’s friend.  i wouldn’t turn you away.  “

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JOSEPHINE.ruinaa

          tomorrow morning, she decides. she’ll ask him then –– not tonight, when he seems so exhausted, worn thin. she knows it’s something they need to talk about if it’s bothering him this much. they don’t keep the same things from each other like they used to. it never worked out for them in the first place.

           “hey,” she says again, soft, arms wrapping around him. a turn of her head, a kiss against his hair, and she smooths a slow circle between his shoulder blades. “it’s okay. whatever happened, it’s okay.”

           it’s a stretch of his neck to keep there,  so he pulls from her and leads her into the bedroom.  a quick change of clothing,  down to his boxers,  and he’s right back to her.  “  --  a kid got pulled out by their parents.  i had a meeting with them today.  “  

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MIKE.gnnablow

that makes him think of will, their smallest - smaller than el, even. he nods, processing the new information.  ‘  you seemed like you would have been cool.  ’  he offers, somewhat offhand.  ‘  maybe that’s just because you’re cool, now.  ’

           the statement makes him feel a weird sense of pride and happiness;  he isn’t sure why he needs some kind of cool approval by a young teenager.  “  well  --  “  he smiles,  eyes crinkling.  “  josephine might say otherwise.  “  

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JOSEPHINE.ruinaa

          “you ––” she wants to fight him on it, pry it out of him, but then again, she always does. taking a step back from him, she lets her hand drop from his arm and holds it out for him instead, just to see if he’ll take it. “–– okay. we don’t have to talk about it, then.”

           he’s surprised that she doesn’t fight him any more on it and his face probably shows it.  carefully,  he takes her hand,  and goes to her until his head drops on her shoulder.  taking in a deep breath,  he doesn’t say anything,  eyes closed tight. 

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BEVERLY.gnnablow

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‘  hey, so, how did you and jo end up together?  ’

           “  ah  --  “  he doesn’t like lying to kids,  but it wasn’t exactly a romantic fairy tale in the beginning.  “  we,  um,  met at a bar.  exchanged numbers and...  started talking.  “

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MUTT.guttersniper

“ k. “

           “  ‘kay?  you’re not happy about it?  “