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          ❛ is this the face of an amused man? nah, it ain’t. ❜

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         ❛ i’m — i’m sorry. i know you probably don’t forgive me, but i promise, i didn’t...i’m not a cheater, you should know that. what you walked in on isn’t what you think, i promise, i-i... ❜

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         ❛ i’m a piece of shit and you still want to be with me? ...no offense, but what the fuck’s wrong with you? ❜

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              as far as étienne was concerned, harry hart had died that day. his mind often wandered to his old friends, wondering if they thought of him. he liked to keep up the grave he’d bought for harry’s funeral, often bringing flowers to act as though harry had a loved one. that he wasn’t any- thing more than a creation of étienne’s. in reality, étienne  was the last of his family to survive, so now that harry was gone, real or not, he was even more alone than he had been.                he kept his coat wrapped tight around him, the  winds harsh today, and he stared down at the grave. he was lucky he’d made it out of that encounter with valentine. not unscathed, but still. he’d placed his flowers down when he arrived. he was getting ready to go, too, but that was  when he heard a twig snapped, and he didn’t bother to look over his shoulder before speaking. ❛ come to visit harry, or a relative ?? ❜ he turned his head slightly, looking over his  shoulder, but the person still wasn’t in his peripheral vision. had he seen the person, he might have turned fully. but no. ❛ terrible day for it. flowers aren’t staying in place, it’s far too windy. ❜

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          ❛ you an’ me? eh? ❜

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         ❛ my wife isn’t home and i’ve ordered some indian takeaway. you should let me come pick you up when i go to pick up dinner. ❜

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            he’s been working hard all day. while there’s a few days before he needs to go to the theatre again, the books need tending to and he’s practically making himself sick from the lack of sleep. this cough isn’t the first that he’s let out — though it sounds worse than the rest have. shaking his head at the other, he waves his hand a bit vaguely. ❛ i don’t need to rest. and if you’re going to keep insisting, i’ll do my work elsewhere. ❜ a pause. ❛ perhaps you’ll have to make me. ❜

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         ❛ what? no, no, i’m going to stay, just hungry. but you don’t want me to cook for you, i’m no good at all. ❜ eddie lets out a soft hum as he lights a cigarette. ❛ i’m gonna grab some coffee and doughnuts from the place across the street. you want anything? ❜

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         ❛ oi, tha’ was a good one, mate. really pulled my leg there. ❜

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         while the young man is about three glasses of wine deep, he knows what he’d like tonight, and so he’s going to try his best to get it. ( though he’s not the one to shove his status in a person’s face. if he can help it, it will be a while before they learn. ) ❛ so, would you maybe allow me to buy you a drink ?? ❜

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          ❛ i’d appreciate if you sat still. i can’t finish putting on your makeup if you don’t stop moving. ❜

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         ❛ so...this is where we say goodbye, then ?? just like tha’ ?? ❜ it’s not that he wants to break up with the other. on the contrary, he’s still very much in love with them. but the thought of marriage is scary, and they’ve been together long enough that not being married is starting to not be an option. but he’s worried. it’s been a while for them, yes, but he still figures that, much like  everyone else in his life, they’re going to leave.         ❛ look, it’s not tha’ i don’t love you. i’m just...afraid. ❜

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           ❛ don’t you think i’m a little old to be tied up ?? ❜

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         now, drunken hookups aren’t exactly mckinley’s thing. hell, going to bars is hardly his thing. he’s a rather straight edge kind of guy; no drugs, no alcohol, no partying. cooking is his drug, in all honesty.           but tonight is different. tonight, he’s gonna party. he’s going to get wasted, and maybe hook up with someone. who knows ?? so it’s with a big grin he downs his first shot of the night, and turns around to face the crowd. tonight he’s gonna live like he’s never lived before.

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        the blood smudged across his face is something he hardly cares about, at the moment. he hasn’t been able to see his doctor to refill his prescription, and his condition is seemingly getting worse. so he’s silent as he moves into  the store, brushing past someone looking at the sodas as he aims to grab a bag of ice. 

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             ❛ ow ?? okay, dickwad, why’d you have to go and hit me ?? ❜ he rubs his eye a bit and huffs at the stranger. ❛ i wasn’t tryin’ to take a picture of you, i’m not like tha’ !! i’d’ve asked permission first — fuck, am i bleeding ?? i think i’m at least gonna have a black eye. ❜