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issa-is :
“I will worm my way right under that stony exterior. You just wait,” Issa teased playfully. “Now, can I have that coffee for real?”
“You say that with such confidence,” he said with a roll of his eyes. Then, with a twitch of his lips he finished up pouring her coffee, holding the mug out. “You have to come and get it though.”
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leighemerson :
“Yeah yeah, I get it, I’m an annoying flea you want to swat and make shut up,” Leigh answered, half smile on her face. “I will try and keep the psychoanalysis to myself in the future. I know you don’t do “friends” but I’m going to shoot for amiable acquaintances.”
“You got it in one, дешевая гостиница,” he said, smirking lightly. “You do that or I will shut you up next time.” A pause, and then he extended his hand to her. “Amiable acquaintances I can deal with.”
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hsawyer :
“Because it’s cheap and when I do decide to get drunk it always does the job. Plus, I don’t have a connection to get real vodka like you do.” She nudged him back before running a hand through her hair. “Get ready to listen to shitty rap playlists.”
Ivan raised his brow at Harper with her response. “What am I? Chopped kidney? херувим, you know me which means you automatically have a connection,” he informed, before rolling his eyes. “I would have thought you’d have better taste in music than that.”
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carson-goldwyn :
Carson nodded his head. “No, you don’t. Alright, fair enough.” He scratched his head and looked away from Ivan. “So… Do you still need me to be a runner?”
“You’ve got to be tough in this business, limit it to maybe a discount or two here and there for friends. I need to make an income somehow after all,” he pointed out, shaking his head at Carson. “No man, I was only joking. You’d have to fuck me off to get that.”
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felixpendergastyork :
“Yeah, your joke’s could still use some work buddy, but that’s okay. You’ve still another year left.”
“Thank you for telling me I lack a sense of humour Felix, I’ll remember that,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “Give the others a call so we can actually do something.”
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Task #005
Ivan watched as the screen of his phone lit up, buzzing hard enough to send it traveling slowly across the table. It was the phone call he had been avoiding ever since finals were over. He was highly tempted to ignore it, but knew in reality it would just be putting it off and making things worse.
“Yes?”
“Is that how you greet your father after an entire semester?”
“Yes.”
“Very well. I thought I would call and check seeing as you must surely be into your break by now. When am I booking tickets for your flight home?”
“You’re not. I’m staying here.” Ivan waited for it, several beats of silence following his words that were only punctured by the sound of breathing.
“And why would that be? Do you not want to see your family?”
“Not particularly,” the answer was honest, and probably the exact wrong thing to say. He could imagine perfectly in that moment how his father’s hand would be tightening around the phone.
“And what if I said I had actually already bought the tickets?”
“Then you would be wasting your money. You can’t make me board a plane. Besides, I have been accepted into an internship over the summer, don’t you want me to secure a job for after graduation?” Ivan posed. His father may have controlled him for years, but now the boy knew exactly how to manipulate the man.
He also left out the details of said internship. A spot at a small funeral directory in downtown Manhattan - it would be his first experience at doing up a body for an actual funeral. Of course he’d never let that slip to his father, who was under the impression that he was studying a more civilised branch of science. Sometimes Ivan couldn’t believe that the man never took a close look at exactly what degree it was he was paying for. But so far so good, and if the man pulled funding for his final year at this stage it would be a simple matter of upping his Adderall dealings to pay for it.
“You know you could have avoided all of this if you had started with the internship news,” his father replied and Ivan snorted, unsure of what ‘all of this’ even was.
“Well I didn’t. But now you know,” a pause, because he knew realistically he couldn’t end this on a bad note. “But I’ll call you again over the summer and let you know how it all goes?”
“Very well, it’s the least that could be done. If I can’t take your call when you do, I’ll return it as soon as I can. Do well, son.”
“Yeah. Bye.” The call had been dropped before he even pulled his phone away from his ear and with a roll of his eyes he tossed it aside, returning his attention to what was in front of him.
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Leigh shook her head, helpless shrug of her shoulders. “If that were all you were good at, she wouldn’t like you, and some part of you knows that.” And that was what Leigh was truly worried about. Harper was good at pulling things out of people, things meant to be buried, to work past the barbed wire and find the weak, fragile parts of a person. What she was truly worried about was that Ivan would let her get too close and then run. She shoved her hands into her pockets. “I’m done grilling you now, I won’t drag out your discomfort longer than necessary. I just needed to say it to you once.”
“Does it? You should really study psychology if you’re not already you know, you’re very good at psychoanalysing people,” was his only reply. He wondered how much of this kind of stuff Sebastian and Harper got. Was she going to go off after this and warn the girl about him? Spill all her worries about how he was bound to hurt her because he couldn’t give? Ivan honestly didn’t understand half the stuff she had rambled about, and it had nothing to do with English being his second language. “I’m so glad to hear you’re not going to be a parrot at my shoulder repeating it all constantly.”
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issa-is :
“Ivan?” Issa asked, her voice getting serious before a grin spread across her face. “Why do you insist on acting like you don’t love me?”
“Because I have to protect my poor bruised heart with my stony exterior so no one can possibly know the truth,” he said, his voice mirroring her serious tone and although it could have been a joke, there was also an undercurrent of truth, whether she realised it or not.
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“Well of course not, but I don’t have any desire to run into my own demise,” Lottie said with a laugh. “I suppose it has to happen sometime.”
“Of course it does. No one has a demise free life and if they say they do then they’re a big fat лжец.”
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felixpendergastyork :
“Going somewhere new in the city though is kind of tough for me. I know this place like the back of my hand.”
“Well how about this? I’ll draw on the back of your hand, then you won’t know it so well.”
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Lottie: I've accepted that.
Ivan: Well that makes things easier.
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hsawyer :
“So what you’re saying is that I don’t have to drink Titos for once. Sign me up.” She laughed at herself before taking her phone out to scroll through her music selection. “Do you have Apple music or anything? My iPod is a bit weird.”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. In fact I’m not really sure why you drink Titos anyway,” he agreed, nudging her with his elbow. “Probably, Spotify as well. Come on, let’s go back to mine and get the vodka.”
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leighemerson :
“No…I don’t think you’re out to hurt Harper…I don’t think its an intention. But I think you’re unaware of your capabilities to hurt her. Like you just said…you have no clue what you’re missing out on giving and receiving. I could try to explain it to you, but I think it would be like trying to explain the color orange to someone who has never seen it. I don’t think you’re a bad person, Ivan, if anything I feel compassion for the fact that life has built you to be so distant and detached. No one wants to feel like that, no one seeks out that sort of internal default. I’m just saying…Harper is a person who feels deeply for people. She doles out affection, she gives pieces of herself to those she cares about. Giving to people who can’t give back is dangerous, it can leave you empty. Just…give her what you can. Even if it’s just some dry snark that makes her smile. You should have seen how angry she was when she heard what Seb did to you…she cares about you.”
Ivan listened to her words and felt more uncomfortable as she went on. He felt like a naughty school boy being scolded by the teacher and part of him wanted to say that it was more like he had seen the colour orange, but it had been so long he couldn’t bring it to mind anymore. After all, he had been like most other kids up until he was fourteen. Instead he stood there with his hands shoved in his pockets, toying with the packets that always lay within them. A physical reminder of everything emotional. When she got to the bit about giving what he could though, he cleared his throat. “You think I don’t give her snark or anything? That’s all I’m good at, don’t you know that?”
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paytonmelrose :
“No worries, the company seems like he’s also a lot of fun,” she nodded. “Should I set up the line or will you do it for me?” His hands were still holding the bag and she didn’t want to assume that she could. “Ah, no. This is fine for now.”
“He has his good points,” he agreed. Then with her words he nodded, opening the back up and moving to the table nearby. Carefully he poured out two lines - one for each of them, before looking at her. “Ready when you are.”
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felixpendergastyork :
“Let’s go somewhere new. It’ll be an adventure.”
“I like the way you think sometimes Felix, somewhere new it is.”
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carson-goldwyn :
Carson’s eyes squinted when he saw Ivan rolling his eyes. He just shook his head in response. “Alright, you’re the boss. I’m not going to question it any further. Do you plan on gifting them as well or?”
He raised his brows at the other with his words. “Why would I gift them? Do I look like a charity?”
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“The all knowing Ivan,” she said with a soft smile. “Maybe I do need to crumble, though I’m not sure I’m looking forward to that.”
“Maybe,” he started, running a tongue over his teeth. “No one said you had to enjoy it. In fact I’d be questioning if you did.”
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