#( deep talks what deep talks we're just hanging ; midi para )

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          TO JAMES, IT was all about the thrill, the rush that ran through him when his fingers slipped unnoticed into someone’s pocket and pulled out a wallet, or when a distracted passenger on a subway left their bag unchecked and he slipped with it swiftly onto the crowded station, when a priceless gem or heirloom disappeared from an acquaintance's apartment in the middle of a packed party or simply when an open window provided an in into someone else’s home. It was the adrenaline that pushed through his veins each time he got away with it too, and the feeling of a high when he could proudly present his valuables at home. Sure, the extra money from all of it came in handy with bills and living comfortably in with every one of his whims, but he didn’t need it to survive. 

        Or to feel alive or any other poetic bullshit like that. The thought simply needed to cross his mind, like it did one rather beautiful February day when he was walking home from work, his lips curving into a mischievous smile and fingers curling into his hand inside his jacket, itching to take something that didn’t belong to him. A wallet would be easy out on the streets, not too many people that could block him off but just enough for him to slip into before his victim would notice the theft.  Shoulders squared and rolled forward, head ducked down behind the collar of his jacket, he pushed through the crowd, seemingly stumbling over his feet until finally, he bumped into someone tall and lean, a hand quickly reaching for his back pocket to grab his wallet as he stuttered through apologies.

                                                                                                 @yulanjie

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                           ( cont. | @vexsed )

            IT WAS HARD to feel bad about interrupting the other when he so perfectly presented the opportunity for James to start his favourite game -- pretending to be his brother. A small joy in an awfully dull day that would require the minimum amount of effort he needed to put forward and enough amusement to rest him for the rest of the day.

                                      And it showed, too, in the softest way his excited grin turned to sly and in the subtle tilt of his head, mischief reflecting in dark brown. 

              ❛ Yeah man! Or E if that’s too long for you. Can’t believe you managed to forget my name of all things, man. I’m eighty percent certain you got better things to do than listening to me get excited about geodes, right?  But like dude, you know they form from nothing? Like a cavity usually left behind by lava and then minerals from water and shit seep through the pores in the crust and then this cool ass looking rock forms.  ❜

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                             ( cont. | @jaderuling )

             THIS WAS NOT the strangest conversation he had while working. The perks of tending the bar, he mused, were the rather colourful set of people he got to meet that sat on a stool and engaged him in a conversation when the day was slow and dull. She was relatively normal looking, spoke with a clear tone of mundane things he would not relate to his brother at the end of the day yet she still caused him to raise his eyebrow rather amusedly at her. Hard work was rewarding in its own accord but he could count over a handful of things that would bring him far more joy in the end of the day than a job well done after sweating his balls off over it. 

                                          usually, it's just relief. 

         ❛ To each their own I guess. ❜ He shrugged, the newly polished glass stored out of her sight and a new one picked from the dishwasher. ❛ I'd say a bunch of things beats getting rid of a shitty task that takes too much out of you but hey. I ain't gonna judge.  ❜