#◟ ♡ ꜝ 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; hunter campbell.
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an interview with hunter campbell aka ; cupid ;
when did your first realize you had a passion for cars / racing?
he listened intently , though it was rather challenging task for him . his lack of interest in completing the interview was easily discernable . he didn't like how invasive it felt , but he kept his opinions to himself . " i've known my whole life , " he began , shrugging . " my dad , he used to work on cars . always had me there in the garage with him , just watchin' as he did . when i was old enough to pass him tools he'd always be like ' hey , bud . . . pass me the torque wrench ' or whatever else he needed . i remember lovin' the payoff more than anything . seeing all his hard work put to good use . . . it really inspired something in me , " the male stated . " he never brought me racin' though . my mother would've put him in an early grave if he did , " he replied , chuckling . " i discovered the racing on my own . that's a story for a different time . "
describe your personal definition of loyalty to your crew.
loyalty . that was such a pretty little concept , wasn't it ? he didn't care much for getting affectionate or too sentimental when it came to the crew , or anyone else , but he could somewhat entertain the question . " loyalty , i guess . . . means not turnin' your back on people who've been there for you . it means standing by each other's sides through all the bullshit you face . "
tell the story behind your alias.
hunter groaned , head shaking in frustration . " okay , i'll tell you , but i still don't find it very amusing . it's more of a joke than anything . you know how cupid's supposed to be the love master ? i'm the opposite . i've never been great at the whole . . . love thing . right ? " he half - asked . " like , i don't settle down , not since my last relationship ended years ago . i care about these assholes , but they love to laugh at my mistakes . they think they're so funny , i swear . "
what does losing a race feel like to you?
foot tapped impatiently against the floor , the question filling him with a sense of dread . " a loss feels like shit and tells me that i'm not doin' something right with my work on these cars . it makes me all the more determined to figure out a way to fix the errors and ensure a victory the second time around . like , i fuckin' hate losing , but i guess it always teaches me a lesson . "
what does winning a race feel like to you?
" winnin' a race makes me feel the exact opposite way of how losing makes me feel , " he answered simply . he paused for a beat , before carrying on , feeling like his answer was a little unsatisfactory . " winning feels like . . . reassurance , and it just inspires me to keep up the good work . it's a great feeling . . . knowing you've done well . "
is street racing a long term plan or a short lived hobby for you?
" long term , " he was quick to answer . " i've been here for seven years . i think that sorta exceeds the whole premise of ' short term ' don't you ? " he questioned with a laugh . " this is my passion . i'm not leaving this life anytime soon . i've got everything i want here . why'd i ever wanna go ? "
how do you feel about the establishment of the nariza bois, particularly in relation to their split from the rodani prowlers?
his jaw clenched at the question . hunter knew he should've been prepared for such a query , but it didn't make that sting of betrayal fade either . he inhaled sharply , gaze dropping as he stared at the floor , attempting to gather his answer . " all i'm willing to say is that i used to be really great friends with a lot of those guys , and i was pretty upset with their decision , " he said , shaking his head . " we had something great going for us . now it's all gone . " he'd leave it at that , because he didn't like the vulnerable position he'd been put into , and he felt as though he'd said enough .
do you ever have the urge to swap positions?
he shrugged , a chuckle pushing past is lips . " well , i definitely don't give off model energy , so that's one opportunity right out the window . have you seen some of these models they've got ? i'd be like a fish outta water . " he shook his head and took another moment to consider things . " i mean , i've thought about gettin' behind the wheel for a change . it's not like i've never raced before . i've only ever done it at stoplights . nothin' official , nothing for prize money or anything . just for the adrenaline . if they needed me to step in , i would . for now , though , i think i'm most valuable as a mechanic . i've got a special kind of talent for this . "
#fast.talk#◟ ♡ ꜝ 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 ; hunter campbell.#◟ ♡ ꜝ 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ; hunter campbell.#◟ ♡ ꜝ 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 ; hunter campbell.#◟ ♡ ꜝ 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ; hunter campbell.#◟ ♡ ꜝ 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; hunter campbell.
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꒰ ⚙️ ꒱ he wasn't someone who was well prepared for most things . he'd be the first to admit that . hunter was also simply the type to walk off any injuries he might've sustained . he didn't care about band aids . he was tough . “ yeah , why not ? ” it wasn't like he had anything better to do . he doubted he'd commit to being a better person for the duration of the year , but he considered marvel to be a friend of sorts , so he was willing to help . “ i wouldn't get your hopes too high there . i've had this resolution before . it never seems to work out . ”

❪ 🐹 ❫ … “ 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗱𝘂𝗱𝗲, 𝗶 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀, ” phoenix responds, raising her hands up in defense. they hop onto the closest barstool, grimacing when the graze on her knee stings from the movement. “ really? ” eyebrows raise at hunters offer — a rare act of benevolence from their fellow mechanic. or maybe it was the alcohol putting him in a good mood. either way, they aren't wasting the opportunity when it's being handed to her on a platter. “ this new you is great, you should keep him. ”
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♪ closed starter ; for xile. @drftings
♪ location ; coyote casino
♪ muse ; hunter campbell
♪ time ; undisclosed.
“ you wanna go get some drinks ? ” hunter suggested as he leaned against the wall, glancing down at her. “ i'm bored, and the drinks here are pretty good. ” plus, she was easily his favorite person in that building. “ what do you say ? we can avoid tem and congratulating her together, ” he teased.
#drftings#◟ ♡ ꜝ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄 ; closed starter.#◟ ♡ ꜝ 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; hunter campbell.#so sorry this is so short n so bad ily
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꒰ ⚙️ ꒱ homme glanced in the direction giselle gestured to , nodding slightly . the guy was rather . . . unfortunate looking , to say the least . it was the first thing hunter noticed when his eyes landed on the dude . gaze shifted over to giselle , a chuckle escaping his lips . “ sucks you can't hear what happened from over here , huh ? ” he asked , shaking his head in disappointment . he enjoyed drama occasionally , but only when it wasn't his own . “ she's way too hot to be seen with a guy like that anyways . it's definitely his loss . ” he didn't understand how guys wound up getting hot girlfriends sometimes . “ can't say i've ever thrown at drink at someone , no . i'm sure it does feel great , though . ”
⋆ open starter ⋆ upper level lounge
" you see that guy down there? " giselle nods to the balcony overlooking 12welve's packed dance floor where a man who looks like he just got into a wet tshirt contest is standing dumbfounded. " some girl just threw her drink on him. i think it was his girlfriend, but he's kinda ugly so i'm not sure. " she giggles as he takes off into the bathroom and not after the potential girlfriend. there goes his kiss. " you ever throw a drink on someone? gotta say, it's so therapeutic. "
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what had he gotten himself into ? he had no damn idea. he was sincerely regretting agreeing to help her out. he should've known that generosity was a mistake. now, he was just being mocked by the heap of junk tem called a car. why was she so insistent on destroying his life ? this would easily be one of the worst projects he'd ever taken on. why did it have to be him ? in that moment, he had a whole page planned out for his own nonexistent diary that was dedicated to her. “ i can't believe you've conned me into doing this. ” he felt a little defeated, really. he sighed dramatically before shaking his head. “ why did you have to ask me to do this ? ” he didn't get it. he doubted he ever would. “ isn't there someone else out there you'd rather make miserable with this ? ”
she'd expected that reaction to her car, but she still pouts when she gets it. " whaaaaaat ? this is a working vehicle ! " another grand gesture towards it, as if ugly duckling might become a swan if only she willed it enough. then ⏤ she laughs, shaking her head. " it's so bad, huh ? " fond tone. the car might be a horror, but it's her horror. that's what matters. browns turn to hunter again. steps up to him, leaning up on her tip-toes to tap his forehead three times. she was definitely getting whacked away like an annoying fly for that. " but you already promised to fix her up, so use that big brain to come up with something. no takesies backsies ! i got good money, i promise. " good money being minimum wage at vogue videos and whatever was left of her racing funds.
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hunter furrowed his brows at the query, though his question was quickly solved when the other shoved her phone directly into his face. he squinted, looking it over. “ you've gotta be kidding me, ” he muttered, shaking his head. “ do people have nothing better to do with their lives ? ” it sure as fuck seemed that way. “ well, as long as they keep my name off of that shit, i don't really care. if you give them attention, they'll just keep posting. just ignore it for a few weeks and i'm sure that they'll get bored when they're not getting what they want. ”
⋆ ˚ ꩜ 。 𓂃 lucky draw — dedicated to @slidcshow / @driftrz / @drftings / @lovedbeauty / @overdr1ves / @vcnomhq 。 ⋆ ˚ ꩜ 。 𓂃 @ repliers' choice 。
❝ did you see this ? ❞ before the have a chance to respond, her phone is pushed into the face of the person next to her. ❝ no, not that part. like of course, nariza crash. fork found in kitchen, hope they live. whatever. but this ! there's a gossip forum, all about racers. ❞
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★ ꒰ 🏹 ꒱ xile was someone who he'd never view differently. it didn't matter what she said or did, he'd never have a negative opinion of her. he was loyal to her, and he never hid that. there were few people he found himself softening slightly around, and he was confident that she'd continue to be one of them. hunter was comfortable showing her sides of himself he'd never show to just anyone else. if she got into fights ? so what ? he'd had his own fair share of them, and had never once felt judged by her for strolling into the garage with scrapes and bruises. “ no , come on . it's totally bad ass. i promise. you don't look like you're celebrating halloween at all. ” hunter had no reason to lie to her, either. if he truly believed she looked like she was preparing for halloween, he would've told her so. he didn't shy away from the truth. “ a kiss, ” he told her, nodding. he was still fucking with her, of course. if he actually won, he'd tell her something else. at least he'd achieved his goal of making her smile. he chuckled lowly, pleased with the way her mood seemed to lighten. he felt bad for her, wanted to do whatever he could to turn xile's night around for the better. “ very funny , ” he commented, small grin tugging at his lips. “ hmm . . . well, considering this was your idea . . . how about you pick the game ? you know i'll play anything. ”
it wasn't often that she harped on what people might think of her. she had, before. as a little girl, anxious about what was whispered of the rosario name. not because of her. she didn't mind getting kicked, whispered, thrown out. but for her family, something that had heightened into a short fuse by the second year in the racing world. still, there were people that didn't see that side to her often. hunter was one of them. she didn't think he'd think differently of her, but wondered if it changed anything. “ dunno if i'd say badass, more like i'm celebrating halloween instead, ” luck that she had offered up the bar instead of 12welve to meet up, ass would've been thrown out the door before she could land a punch. the bartender had given her a wordless warning when she'd walk back in the bar after the second fight breather, so she knew she was threading on thin ice tonight. no more fights. she could do that. perfect distraction in the form of the man before her. “ a kiss? ” lips parting to reveal pearly whites, a sharks smile. the reply far out from his usual demeanor, she can't help but think it's all a joke. “ trying to live up to your namesake too i see, ” laugh escapes, a freeing moment in what otherwise became a controlled environment. “ alright, a kiss it is. what game should we play then? ”
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★ ꒰ ⚙️ ꒱ “ this isn't a courtroom. there's no bible here and judge judy ain't here to preside over the case of marzipan, ” he told tem, squinting slightly. he momentarily wondered what she was even writing in her little notebook, but then just as quickly decided he didn't care. she could do what she wanted, it wasn't going to change the pace he chose to work at. tem didn't get to dictate the speed at which he got shit done. he had enough on his mind as it was. her interruptions were not helpful at all. he couldn't exactly comprehend how it was possible for one person to be so dramatic. every time she opened her mouth, the more perplexed he became. “ the demise of being annoyed to death by someone who's barely five feet tall. look it up, there's hundreds of cases, ” he said, shrugging. he was bullshitting, of course, but perhaps she could see how ridiculous she was being. “ lying to a coroner isn't even a crime. besides, last time i was in an interrogation room, there definitely wasn't a coroner there. they don't ask random people questions. ” he didn't know why he was even continuing to entertain the conversation. “ actually, that was like . . . the first time you said it. ”
for a moment, tem does not offer a response. she's busy scribbling in her diary, careful to make sure he doesn't see : a stick - figure drawing of hunter with devil horns, her messy scrawl warning future her to STAY AWAY AT ALL COSTS. finally, brown eyes snap up. " they aren't dramatics ! it's the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. " she's never had to go swear testimony on stand in court, but she imagines this is how she'd lie to a judge and get away with it. maybe she should go to hollywood ! but, no. she wouldn't give hunter the satisfaction. " 'n what demise is that ? you seem perfectly healthy to me. they'll probably fine you for lying to a coroner. that's probably, like, a civil offense. " she finishes off her diary entry with a hex against him. " what ? i've always had manners ! i've said at least five please and thank yous since i got here. " she thinks. maybe. her memory starts fading about five seconds after everything she says.
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★ ꒰ ⚙️ ꒱ it was easy to allow his gaze to linger for an extended period of time. he had never been shy about the fact that he found her attractive, but he respected her enough to not make a move or anything of the sort. he chuckled, head shaking slightly. “ sure. bam looked great, but i’d still say you’re the hottest girl in the room. it wouldn’t matter who you put in there with you, ” he said, shrugging. he briefly glanced down at their hands before averting his gaze. hunter groaned at her teasing commentary before rolling his eyes. the name was permanently attached to him, something he carried around wherever he went. he’d mostly learned to just deal with the alias. he’d had it attached to himself for years, knew that it wasn’t going anywhere. while many people might’ve referred to him by his alias, she just wasn’t one of them. hunter was actually grateful for that. while he preferred working in solitude, he would never complain about having her as company. if he was going to have someone around while he was working, he preferred it to be xile. “ so nothin’ too interesting happened for you tonight? ” he questioned, arching a brow. he scoffed at the mention of running into some of the bois, knowing that feeling all too well. hunter had been on his best behavior upon seeing them, though he wished he hadn’t bitten his tongue. “ yeah. i figured i’d run into them here, even if i didn’t want to. ” he didn’t think he’d ever get over that sting of betrayal. he took the blunt back, taking another drag from it, mimicking her own actions of exhaling the smoke in the direction opposite of her before passing it back to her. “ i dunno. i guess we’re just not good at thinking things through or something. ” he definitely wouldn’t have picked this place a second time. “ hopefully the cops have better shit to do than lurk around this place. ”
* ( 🛞 ) : back straightening, almost as if presenting herself to him, the compliments fill her with pride. a silly thing, but she knew he meant what he said. that he didn't compliment her just to placate her. “ i don't know about hottest girl, did you see bam tonight? ” still she squeezes his hand from where she's sitting, as if to give thanks for the approval she didn't know she needed, “ is this the cupid act everyone speaks of? ” a smirk, because they both knew the real reason behind his alias. she didn't call him it often, they happened to stick to their birth names rather than the given ones, but sometimes she liked to nudge. her eyes took him in. she liked watching him at times, at the shop when they worked beside each other and often she'd allow herself a few looks. he could be a model, she'd told him a few times, but then it'd be a loss for her because he was damn good at what he did as a mechanic. “ eh, i've seen some people. made some small talk, ” a smile as she looks away, copying his words, hands reaching out to grab onto the offering. “ i've ran into a few of them, the bois', ” she took a drag, turning her head the other way to not blow the smoke in his direction, passing it back, “ just went ‘bout my business, trying to have a good time too. just confused on why the fuck we decided to party at the fullest place in miami? i mean ‘s the hottest but damn. if i get a ticket for parking illegally somewhere, i’ll be pissed! ”
#drftings#◟ ♡ ꜝ 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; hunter campbell.#◟ ♡ ꜝ 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 ; cupid & rocky.#12welve.#event 001.#wish i knew wtf i wrote here
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★ ꒰ 🏹 ꒱ for him, valentine's day left a sour taste in his mouth. he was reminded of years of valentine's days spent with his ex, and how they were no longer together. while he acted as if he'd moved on entirely, he hadn't. no matter how many different beds he'd been in, trying to get her out of his head, she was still on his mind. it was frustrating for hunter. he did everything he could to never let those emotions show. homme noticed the blush instantly, but he wasn't about to fluster her by acknowledging it. “ wow, how generous of you. ” he sighed, head shaking slightly. “ no connections that'll last, ” he stated, shrugging. perhaps that was for the best. he'd already been burnt once, and he wasn't looking to do it again.
she was just joking with him , but he knew that . hunter had been the first one that had spoken to her when she joined the crew . they had always had a close relationship , often working together on cars late into the night . jiss didn't try and fit in with the other prowlers , she was just always genuinely herself . maybe that's why the drivers trusted her with their cars so much ; her friendly demeanor made them feel safe . he suddenly closed the space between them , standing just mere feet from her . if the pink in her cheeks wasn't obvious before , it was now . ❛ okay , okay . i'll let you off the hook . . . this time . so , cupid , did your arrow hit anyone special last night ? make any love connections ? ❜ she remarked with a laugh .
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he knew of the gossip blog, he just didn't want anything to do with it. he thought that people should spend their time doing other things instead. like, for instance, minding their own damn business. he tried to avoid discussing it, and he definitely avoided sparing it any attention. why would he feed into the drama ? “ no, come on. don't be ridiculous. they're just making shit up for attention or whatever. none of us would do something like that. it'd be going way too far. don't let that sit get into your head. ”
ᯓ the food court at aventura mall ᯓ open for anyone
ᯓ 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙴𝙽𝙸𝚇 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙰𝙱𝙻𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶. but she can't help it ( it's their chismosavirus. and it's chronic. ) they can't look away. it's like, well, like looking at a car crash. “ there's no way people think a prowler fucked with the car, right? that's like, totally baseless. ”
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★ ꒰ ⚙️ ꒱ he wasn't seeking company. it should've been obvious to tania. in fact, hunter was certain that it was, and that they willfully chose to disregard it entirely in favor of irritating him. it wouldn't surprise hunter if that was the case. he knew he was partially to blame in this instance. after all, he was the one who allowed them to get beneath his skin in the first place. if he were more indifferent, he wouldn't have been annoyed in that moment.
he furrowed his brows as he glanced at them, wondering if he was hearing them correctly. surely, they had to be bullshitting him. right? “ do you even know who i am ? ” he questioned, a scoff escaping his lips at the indication that he were any of the things tania had listed. “ that alias is a joke. you should know that just as well as i do. that's not a good enough reason for me. you wanna try again ? ”
tania can’t help it — there’s a satisfaction that curls around their lips at his obvious reluctance, clearly unconvinced that they’d be good company on his smoke break. which, okay. fair. not like they can blame him. still, it’s enough to allow the smirk to bloom across their features, head leaned back against the wall as hunter demands answers. they shrug. “told you,” tania says, “sharing is caring. is that as dead as chivalry is these days?”
their palm is still held open. it’s not really an answer to anything at all. tania’s gaze flickers to hunter’s face. “what, is your generosity, kindness, and goodwill not a good enough reason? people around here say cupid’s an alias that means something.” there’s a challenge there, somewhere — in the stubborn jut of their chin and the proud set of their jaw. “you gonna prove them wrong?”
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if he could avoid paying her compliments, he would. hunter didn't want to inflate her ego. “ yes, tem, ” he continued on with his lie. “ despite your beliefs, the world doesn't revolve around you or your diary. i know . . . shocking. ” he could keep doing this all night, really. hunter scoffed at her insistence, arms moving the fold across his chest. he wasn't going to do something just because she wanted him to. maybe other people were happy to give tem her way, but he wouldn't be one of them. “ mmm . . . you know what ? i don't think i will, ” he told her, shrugging. “ you didn't place first. you placed second. which is really just the first place loser. ”
the look tem gives him displays her disbelief. her arms cross over her chest and her eyes narrow — she’s not particularly threatening but she’s doing her best. “ right, right. and that happened to come around just as i got out of the car. ” oh, well ! she had him trapped now. unable to run. except if he did run, in which case she wouldn’t be able to stop him, ‘cause her legs were shorter. but whatever. “ well, no other place to be anymore, right ? let me hear a congratulations, tem. and maybe a ‘you’re one of the best racers in the game, tem’ or even a ‘seeing you at the shop is such an honor, tem’. ”
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★ ꒰ 🏹 ꒱ it was like a nightmare come to life. the bois intruding on the space that should've been solely filled with prowlers. it filled him with rage, felt similar to the day it all went down years ago. that night still sat fresh in his mind. as he looked out at the crowd, intentionally keeping his distance to avoid any altercations, he was reminded of what they once had. the bois were the ones who ruined everything. hunter inhaled sharply, gaze narrowing as he continued to observe the scene before him. “ yeah, and it's fucking ridiculous, ” he told giselle, annoyance anything but masked. “ they're ruinin' this whole place, ” hunter remarked, shaking his head. “ let's just try to get through this shit, ” he stated, a bit defeated. the words surprised him. he wasn't usually the type to back down, but he'd seen and heard of his fair share of brawls that night. for once, he wasn't actively trying to add to the number. though, the thought had certainly crossed his mind.
⋆ open starter 🛞 for rodani prowlers ⋆ 12:45am... bay parking garage
watching the swarm of flea infested bois invade the prowlers' designated spot made her eye twitch. she didn't give a damn about the other crews or solo enjoyers, they're not here with the same smug expressions as they stomp all over prowler territory. official or not, the garage was theirs to the model. " are you seeing this shit? " she asks to whoever had the misfortune of standing next to her as a rant began. she couldn't help it. seeing them gather around their bass boosted trunk stereos and hearing their engines rev in the floors above them irritated her to no end. " why'd it have to be here of all places? jesus, they're already stinking up the place and cement is not breathable. "
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hunter didn't care which positions his fellow crewmates came in, as long as they actually won for a change. he was sick of their losing streak, and was relieved to have finally had it broken. sure, it was important the entirety of the prowlers didn't come out on top, but at least some of them had. it was something he could rub into the faces of the nariza bois. that was all hunter cared about doing after the losing streak. “ hey, it happens sometimes, ” he said, shrugging. he wasn't the best at being comforting, and this was his best attempt. “ i'm gonna do you a favor and not tell tem you said that. it'd go straight to her head, and between us . . . that's the last thing anyone on this crew needs. ”
despite days passing, the prowler win still sits sour in his stomach. he’s put forth a small effort to appear happy for the crew; a prowler win is better than a nariza win. any sweetness from the win dimmed by his own placing. second to last ; better to have not race at all then get second to last. it was major blow to his ego, having him doubting his place behind the wheel at all. to top it off, fucking gunwoo had to be the first place winner. of all the prowlers to win it had to be that guy. head bobs in a short nod of greeting as hunter approach. the scowl across his face deepens at the other’s words, rubbing salt in the wound. “ one time thing … won’t happen again, “ a grumble of a reply as he crosses his arms, “ good on tem though, at least that one is deserved. “
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valentine's day had come and gone, thankfully. he had another year to avoid thinking about his least favorite day of the year, and hunter was grateful for that. maybe 2008 would have a better valentine's day in store for him, though he truly doubted it. he didn't have much belief in his ability to turn things around for himself. hunter was a perpetual pessimist, and it was what worked for him. “ and what exactly is . . . this ? ” homme questioned as he accepted the drink being offered to him. granted, he was going to drink it regardless, as he was never one to turn down a free drink.
despite the imitation of her poorly placed excitement on valentine's day, rhiannon practically beams when she turns around. ❝ there he is ! ❞ she cheers. two drinks rest in her hands— whether she was planning to double down or find a friend will never be known. ❝ & with impeccable timing. take this. ❞ she pushes one of the frozen drinks in his hand. her own glass tilts out in anticipation of a cheers. ❝ this can be our pregame. ❞
#vanityrift#◟ ♡ ꜝ 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; hunter campbell.#◟ ♡ ꜝ 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 ; cupid & bowie.#idek what im writing i fear but i love b(o)wie soooooooooo bad
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