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The brothers and friend trinity ✨

Mika, Jovan and Mads are friends since they are kids. Mads was highly different back then (a goofy kid, with an adventure temper and long hair)...

Time made them change a lot...

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Bless this sunday with horny labrador fighter 

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It should be illegal to look so much like a puppy... 

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Young troublemakers, the Campbell brothers. 

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The holy baby trinity ❤️

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"Ayo, morning! How things?" Tyler beams as he does most mornings, raising from the good side of the bed, kissed by luck and looking good all the way down to his core. Currently sporting a tank top and lumberjack shirt tied around his waist, he looked up from his crate of candle stands, to place them aside on his clerk desk. The shop was vibrant with summer goods, bright colours and the smell of freshness, linen, mints and lemongrasses - perfect for the home to keep cool strangely enough.

"How can I help?" Smoothing hands own his muscle shirt, he moved to tighten the arm knot around his hips and step out from behind the register as he didn't see them with any items to ring up. "It's a 5 for 10, deal on at the moment. Includes stands and two extra candles of your choice. Summer deal before the new batch is finished in two weeks." He charmed, looking to the shelf nearest then their frame again.

Not his usual customer but he wasn't to turn any away. "You looking for anything in particular? Or any questions about scent or colour meanings for candles?" //Tyler @ Zeffy, Jovan, Mika -eyes- )

The contrast of mood between the two men standing in the shop was quite flagrant. If the owner of the boutique seemed cheerful, delighted to be helpful and ready to have a good day, Mika was a cloud of darkness wandering in the middle of the alleys, and trying to figure out what to do. His body language could only express the deepness of his sorrow – he had been dumped by his girlfriend, and like a dog without a shelter, he was trying his best to get her back.

A lot of people would argue that this woman had been nothing but toxic with him – she was a gold digger who had done her best to catch his attention while he was fighting in underground matches. She had always been very demanding regarding gifts and such, and whenever Mika was suddenly penniless, she would return to her cold nature and push him to take bigger risks for his fights. After a few chaotic weeks like this, and while she had been sucking off his entire wallet, she had decided to dump him for a bigger fish. Someone with an actual regular wage coming in.

“Oh, hi.” Mika greeted, for once far from having that usual solar smile plastered onto his lips. He was definitely a foreigner for that type of boutiques, but he felt somehow desperate. Ridiculously desperate. “Yeah, I think I need some help…” He confessed while he looked back at the various candles, lost in their scents, their shapes, and probably the meaning behind that. He didn’t even know if she was into candles in the first place – she was more attracted by expensive bags and shoes, but he didn’t have the occasion to have another fight to earn money.

“I don’t know if I want so many candles, but thanks for offering.” He eventually turned around, his blue puppy eyes looking back at the owner with despair. “I want… something that a girl might like.” He added, shameful. He felt even more ridiculous right now, embarrassed enough to sense his cheeks turning slightly red after he finished his sentence.

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I had fun with the artbreed machine 👀

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