#❝ ・ ‣ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 : starter ．

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betrayal was bittersweet, an unwanted visitor that lingers too long after the party is over. but hers was something expected masquerading as something unseen, unwarranted. but he couldn't help the way he tip of his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, humored and intrigued by this falsehood. “ when are you going to take your chance, @itgrcl ? " there was a hint of sour feelings following throughout, bitter from his lost. after all, he always been the emotional one— and he refused to go down like a dog, by a head—lock.

[turpitudae]

greenㅤteaㅤwasㅤrelaxing, many ㅤbelievedㅤ thatㅤ teaㅤ based ㅤon ㅤtheㅤ kind ㅤyouㅤ boughtㅤ hasㅤ healingㅤ properties ㅤthat ㅤpeople ㅤcouldㅤ benefitㅤ from. although, itㅤ was ㅤjustㅤ better ㅤthan ㅤcoffee. itㅤ didn'tㅤ give ㅤtheㅤ latinoㅤ the ㅤunnecessary ㅤagitationㅤ that ㅤthe ㅤbitter ㅤsubstanceㅤ gaveㅤ him ㅤafter ㅤtheㅤ first ㅤhour. it ㅤwasㅤ easyㅤ onㅤ the ㅤnerves, easy ㅤonㅤ theㅤ minㅤ— althoughㅤ heㅤ missedㅤ drinkingㅤ coffeeㅤ inㅤ the ㅤmorning ㅤaroundㅤ fiveㅤ withㅤ butter ㅤandㅤ toast ㅤbefore ㅤhisㅤ run ㅤtoㅤ the ㅤnearestㅤ gym. two ㅤteaspoonㅤ of ㅤsugarㅤ with ㅤ⅓ㅤ ofㅤ half ㅤandㅤ half. exactlyㅤ that, never ㅤchanging.

but ㅤitㅤ wasㅤ way ㅤpastㅤ fiveㅤ in ㅤtheㅤ morning ㅤandㅤ half—way ㅤthroughㅤ theㅤ morning, and ㅤas ㅤmuch ㅤasㅤ he ㅤwasㅤ docile ㅤenough ㅤwhenㅤ it ㅤcame ㅤtoㅤ company— his ㅤmanners ㅤweren'tㅤ fullyㅤ developedㅤ toㅤ keepㅤ up the ㅤkind ㅤfaçade.

﹙ 𝗜 ㅤ𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 ㅤ𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗞ㅤ 𝗜'𝗩𝗘ㅤ 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 ㅤ𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗡ㅤ 𝗬𝗢𝗨 ㅤ𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘. ﹚

raised ㅤeyebrowㅤ thrownㅤ inㅤ theㅤ blonde's ㅤdirectionㅤ asㅤ he ㅤplacedㅤ hisㅤ blackㅤ mugㅤ againstㅤ theㅤ coffee ㅤtableㅤ ofㅤ the ㅤinterviewing ㅤroom.

yes, dom ㅤgaveㅤ itㅤ toㅤ himㅤ asㅤ aㅤ gagㅤ gift. best ㅤassholeㅤ around, itㅤ wasㅤ funny. ㅤ oddlyㅤ fitting, ㅤheㅤ feltㅤ like ㅤhe ㅤwasㅤ aㅤ asshole ㅤwhenever ㅤthat ㅤboyㅤ wasㅤ aroundㅤ anyway. ㅤ heㅤ wasn't ㅤexactly ㅤthe ㅤbestㅤ person ㅤtoㅤ beㅤ pairedㅤ upㅤ with, ㅤ andㅤ heㅤ certainlyㅤ wasn't ㅤoverjoyed ㅤbeingㅤ stuckㅤ on babysitting ㅤduty. ㅤenoughㅤ said, ㅤ heㅤ didn't ㅤdisagree ㅤwithㅤ dom's ㅤsentiment ㅤand ㅤeven ㅤfoundㅤ it ㅤintriguingㅤ thatㅤ theㅤ kid ㅤhad ㅤsoㅤ muchㅤ audacity. ㅤhe ㅤwasㅤ quite ㅤtheㅤ dick.

❛ㅤnotㅤ likeㅤ youㅤ ever ㅤaskedㅤmeㅤ toㅤ smile ㅤbefore, ㅤ @sevenbulletsavior. ㅤ❜ㅤㅤheㅤ mumbled, ㅤ bitingㅤ back ㅤa ㅤyawnㅤ asㅤ fingertipsㅤ traced ㅤwhereㅤ lipsㅤ once ㅤpressedㅤ upon.ㅤㅤ❛ㅤnotㅤ thatㅤ iㅤ would've,ㅤreally.ㅤ❜

[turpitudae]

for a moment, silence fell upon the two. something about the question was unnerving as it was endearing. the samoan allowing himself to be seen as someone whom cared about others— frightening, even. teeth biting cheek, uncertain of what could possibly inquire such question. he didn't seem off, he didn't appear such— yet his mask was always known for slipping underneath the attentive eyes of shadows.

❛ just enough, does that satisfy you father? ❜ well awake enough to answer back in ill sarcasm, but too comfortable in his sitting against the cozy frame of the couch that was clearly too small to hold his frame. the latino knew he'll regret this later, just as many other things.

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜ ╱ @freshestalive

but damian had a terrible habit of over—explaining himself like a guilty child, something drilled into him since he was the ripe age of ten. catholic school truly do ensure to make your children honest, somehow. at the expense of their narrow—minded view of the world. ❛ six hours, it's fine. just enough to keep me running, along with a few naps in—between. ❜

[turpitudae]

    𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 : 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘.