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text ✉️ koneko 🐱

Blake: But I'm already half way out.

Blake: NO I WANT POPCORN.

Iris: you better be in wherever you needed to be right now or so help me I'll slap you blake!

Iris: I'll give you popcorn when I'm back from Brighton.

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text ✉️ koneko 🐱

Blake: Cause we were just about to board the plane.

Blake: Wohoooo!

Iris: holy fuck blake I'm going to slap you

Iris: go back to the plane. Now!!!

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text ✉️ koneko 🐱

Blake: Sure let Caspar stop yelling at me and I'll be over.

Blake: Sweet. I wanna have chocolate popcorn.

Iris: why is Caspar yelling?

Iris: I'll make chocolate popcorn then.

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text ✉️ koneko 🐱

Blake: Yep.

Blake: Sure. Ohhhhh do you have Tangled?

Iris: mm I think so?

Iris: I stole my roommates movies so he must have tangled yes

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text ✉️ koneko 🐱

Iris: do you remember when you said if I ever texted you in the middle of the night to have sex you'd come over?

Iris: well I don't want sex but will you come over anyways?

Iris: I have Disney movies and chocolate.

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Annoying would be an understatement, Ashley... And you're not even that short? You must be what...? 5'4? That's the average height, I s'pose. I'm 5'1, now imagine the comments.

Oh yeah… I feel you to be honest. Isn’t it just annoying? As well as the ‘Oh my got, you’re so tiny! So cute!’ comments from all the tall people. Not cool.

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Getting real tired of this ‘being short as fuck’ thing. It makes half my cupboards unusable and really puts a crick in your neck if you’ve got tall friends.

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Doesn't sound too pleasant... Maybe you can ask someone to help you out with tidying and stuff like that?

Four months pregnant, and not loving life. Back pain has finally kicked in, and all I really want to do right now is sleep, but I have to tidy, and get things ready for decorating, someone save me.

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The blue haired girl rolled her shoulders up and down in a slight shrug, a chuckle erupting through her lips once he mentioned how he still had to be pretty good. It wasn’t that Oliver was a bad guy – asides from his shenanigans and crazy antics, he was alright. Still she chose not to say anything about it, deciding to listen to the boy instead. Sometimes it was easier to just listen rather than to speak and comment things. “Caspar sounds like one of those selective people.” Iris hummed, only then realising how confusing that might have sounded, “Like, he seems to choose the people he wants to befriend carefully and wisely. Almost as if he’s waiting to see how someone will react under certain situations to see if they’re worth his time. I’m rambling, did this even make sense?” she looked up at him questioningly and truth be told, she wasn’t even sure where the whole rant had come from. It wasn’t like something she often did. A pout was formed on her lips when he mentioned yet again how she was short, a – far too dramatic – sigh escaping whilst she shook her head. “M’not. Shush you.” And yeah, okay, Iris definitely didn’t do good with accepting any sort of nice comment regarding her.

Slightly tilting her head to the side so she could look up at Blake, the girl hummed in response. She could both see where Blake was coming from and what Nicole’s point was. If in a way or another, her friendship with someone else was sort of fucked up, that’d eventually affect the way she saw other people and her friendships with others. Iris could understand that only too well. “Perhaps things will get better somehow, in the future? Just give her time, maybe that’s all she needs.” the girl responded, although she wasn’t even sure if he wanted her opinion on this or if he was just saying whatever was on his mind. She didn’t mind either. In fact, anything that could distract her from her prior fight with Lawrence or her wandering thoughts was very much welcomed. Raising an eyebrow at the boy when he trailed his own sentence off, Iris was unsure whether she should question him further or not. She had all she needed though, he had replied to her question and there was no need to keep asking about the topic, so she just nodded and replied in a rather quiet tone, “Alright, sounds fair enough.” Nuzzling into his chest when he pulled her closer, Iris couldn’t help but laugh at his explanation, “Maybe you should tell Caspar to grow his hair.” she smirked up at him. A shrug of her shoulders was as much of an answer as Blake got to his question. She knew Lawrence hadn’t meant it but it didn’t change the fact, it had pissed her off. “Yeah, I guess.” And when he told her how everyone said he was a cat, she could only agree with them. He definitely did resemble to one. “Gonna change your contact name to koneko.” she managed to say, a yawn escaping her lips.

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“Really? Well then he still has to be pretty good.” Blake laughed. To him Caspar was pretty much his savior. He didn’t talk about that often but people who knew them knew how attached he was to Caspar at all times. “He really is the best. You know he never judged me. Well I mean sometimes he does if he thinks that it’ll kill me, but he really is someone who makes you feel like you’re special you know? He worries more about me being safe then my actual parents.” And he liked that about Caspar. Some found it annoying but that was Caspar. He cared about people and he wanted them to be safe and sound. And to him that was the best form of I love you because he knew that Caspar didn’t have to say it when he showed it so well. “It’s cute that you’re so short. I just want to keep you in my pocket.” He laughed lightly as he smiled when she laughed and kissed her forehead. “You’re just a cutiepie.” He didn’t know how she said she was so harsh and blunt when all he could see was a girl that wanted to be herself and was honestly sweet.

“Sometimes it’s not as easy as it sounds. I know she cares about me. It’s just…Ryder fucked shit up for her or something. I dunno. It’s like we make progress and then it seems we went five steps backwards. But I don’t mind in a way. I know that feeling more than anything.” He remembered that time that he seemed to just piss Caspar off all the time. Looking at her he shrugged. “Probably because it seems like you need someone to worry about you. I dunno you’re a lot like Nina in some ways. Just like Bunny is with Rea. So of course he finds it easy to worry about you. To care about you because he-“ He paused as he shrugged. He left the sentence hanging because he didn’t know what else she wanted him to say. He didn’t want to argue about makeup with her since it was hard as he shook his head and made himself more comfortable by pulling her closer. “She doesn’t let me cuddle with her much more cause she has him.” He pouted and sighed. “And Caspy doesn’t have enough hair.” He wondered if hair was that important to him or he just liked fluffy hair. “But that’s how life works isn’t it? We mess up shit like that. You can’t tell me you haven’t done that before. Sides it sounded like he really didn’t mean to make you feel shitty. Just tell him he did and he’ll apologize right?” He looked at her and smiled sleepily. “I am a cat. Everyone tells me I am.”

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If that ever happens, I'll make sure to show ya the pictures later on.

Alright then let him do it once until you get amazing pictures and then lock your room.

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The huge difference between Oliver and Caspar was, Iris assumed, that Caspar didn’t burst into other people’s rooms and went through their stuff. He didn’t look like someone who would do that. Oliver, however, did that more often than not and it infuriated her. “Oli is like the low quality version of Cas.” Iris knew that wasn’t exactly a nice way to put it but it was the truth in a way. Oliver was pretty the not so good version of Caspar, in a way. Besides it wasn’t like people should expect her to feel bad when it came to saying her opinion on others because she wouldn’t. She didn’t like hushed tones, didn’t like beating around the bush when there was no need for it. The blue haired girl nodded her head once she took in what he had said. She had talked to his best friend once or twice but she had taken notice it wasn’t that easy to convince him to loosen up. “He’s a cool lad, though. Has his own personality and morals but he’s cool nonetheless.” Rolling her shoulders in a slight shrug, she gasped when he tried to bite her finger, even if he was simply pretending, her glare intensifying when he insisted on the nickname. “Blake...” she said in a warning tone, “I’m gonna hurt ya if you don’t stop calling me little one. It’s not me fault I’m 5’1.” Iris huffed, lips forming a pout whilst she crossed her arms over her chest. Even so, the whole act evaporated once he started singing off key, a smile tugging on the corner of her lips before she burst out laughing.

With her head tilted to the side, the British girl pondered on whether she should or shouldn’t question him about it. She ended up deciding on the later. It wasn’t really her place to say anything, it wasn’t her business to mind either. “You can’t measure love. As long as she loves you, you should be happy.” Was all she said, the tone in her voice nonchalant even if the words were far more gentle than what often came out of the short girl’s mouth. Iris wasn’t a gentle one, wasn’t a girly girl who measured everything she said, so when the words slid past her lips they felt almost like they were foreigner in a way. Blinking her brown eyes, she looked up at Blake again, unsure of what to say. “Does he? Why?” she questioned and that was as much as she needed to know for her confusion to go away. Growing up she had slowly become less and less curious about things hence why she had learnt how to not ask so much questions throughout the time. A light laugh escaped her lips when he mentioned mascara made it harder to see her eyes, she didn’t think that was the case but she wouldn’t argue with him about it. Not now, she had other stuff to worry about. “Would be worse if I constantly wore eyeliner. Mascara isn’t that bad.” Amusement was written all over her face when he started whining, her teeth sinking down on her lip to stop herself from laughing at how childlike he looked in that moment. “You gotta ask Nikky then ‘cos I won’t let ya.” she simply replied, a smirk tugging on the corners of her lips until it fully appeared on her features. Her fingers came to a halt when she heard what he had said, she didn’t even know if she was still in love with Luke. More so, she was in love with the memories, with the fact someone had wanted to see the real Iris. “Mm, I know he didn’t mean any harm. Still hurt though. Don’t think he should speak without getting his facts straight.” she mumbled, a sigh escaping her lips before she started playing with his hair again. “Right. Koneko is like kitten in Japanese.”

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“He sounds like Caspar.” Blake laughed lightly. “Well the taking care of the place and making good food. Although we do have a maid come by.” He shrugged it off as he smiled at her. “Well easier said then done about the laid part. But trust me I know. He’s way too nice for his own good sometimes.” It wasn’t that Caspar couldn’t see the bad in people, rather it was that he would still help them even if they were Satan themselves unless they were hurting people he cared about. “Wouldn’t do that to my friend and yes exactly. If they don’t help you out their shit.” He shrugged it off as he didn’t see any more reason to talk about it. Pretending to bit her finger he grinned as he patted her hair. “But you are a little one. That’s why I call you that. I could make up another nickname for you.” He laughed as he started to plan another one already in his head. Things with Iris were easy. They were free flowing and not a lot of thought. They just made him relaxed and not feel like he needed to do anything right away. And that was nice. “You are my little one I must cradle you.” He sang off key even though it wasn’t a song. He wasn’t quite sure what it was but he just wanted to see her smile a bit more.

“Is it? Sometimes I honestly doubt Nina loves me as much as I love her.” He shrugged it off though. He didn’t expect the girl who was so picky about who she liked and didn’t like to love him. Yet. He was going to make himself grow on her till she had no choice but to accept she loved him back. “Well he sees you as his child too.” Blake had found that sometimes it was easier to let things spill that you didn’t mean to then try to keep them in. He wasn’t someone who really needed to have the upper hand all the time in conversations. Sometimes he just let others because if he didn’t really care why put all this effort into being number one? “Yes they make your eyelashes longer. Or something. I dunno it makes it harder to see your eyes in my opinion.” He shrugged it off deciding that he wasn’t about to argue about a subject t he knew nearly nothing about. Hearing her next words made Blake whine. “Nina would let me.” Actually more so Nicole let him because he already would make himself comfortable and he knew she couldn’t escape his cuddles. Closing his eyes he listened to her as he cuddled her closer when she played with his hair. He hummed to show he was listening as he didn’t know her ex died. “That does cause some emotional problems. Especially if you’re still a bit in love with him.” His tone was nothing but soft in that. “Maybe it’s the opposite. Maybe you don’t want to feel sometihng and that’s why you sleep around. But only you know what’s the answer. Either way I doubt he meant harm from that.” He shrugged his shoulders. “What’s a koneko?” 

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             —— when did my mask become my face ?

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        I’m the worst kind of monster:

    The kind that comes with a pretty face

                A cold heart

         And a reason to be that way.