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"liar liar"
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nemesism.
( n. ) frustration, anger, or aggression directed inward, toward oneself and one's way of living
( relapse. ) please reply here to comment / rp!! ty<3
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you know, the most embarrassing thing occured last night.
i booty called brian - it was an accident, of course, i believe things got a little out of hand.
--> ( casually cutting up her steak, taking a bite and glancing to him )
i didn't mean to, it sorta just.. happened.
it went on for awhile - i'm surprised he didn't just give up after the first half hour.
i guess i was entertaining.
--> ( little chuckle )
--> ( im trying to make this as funny as i can lmAO )
but, as is the end to all shenanigans, we were both fatigued and agreed to never speak of the incident again.
i'm still embarrassed over such a blunder - i hope my coworkers didn't hear.
--> ( lowers her fork and knife, offering a cheerful smile )
isn't that just the silliest thing you've ever heard?
my, after a night like that, i needed a cigarette and a bit of jesus.
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( // tim was casually drinking a portion of his water when maiko had begun the conversation, but abruptly his eyes widened and he choked on the sip. tim curled inwardly slightly, half-way doing a spit-take but not quite. a fist clamped feverishly over his mouth, coughing as shades of red flushed over his cheeks. )
" what-? "
( // tim slams the glass back onto their table, voice chocked. )
" but brian doesn't- what the fuck, maiko- "
( // he's straining to a keep a low-level tone, not wanting to attract any further attention from people surrounding them within the diner. )
( // his fingers tap restlessly against the table, a look of raw bewilderment swept across his face. )
( // he couldn't formulate a scenario where brian would accept maiko's sexual advances, and the moment he did tim could feel his cheeks heat up more. )
" uhm, yeah? but- why would you... "
" i don't think brian likes you in that sorta way though, "
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--> ( she's confused - completely and entirely )
... what are you going on about, tim?
--> ( she had let him finish before she started talking, taking the time to try and understand what he had meant )
--> ( after a second - it hits her )
.. timothy, i.. do believe i got the wrong message across.
i made the assumption that 'booty call' was a synonym for 'butt dial' - i assume that must have been incorrect.
--> ( she knew the english language like the back of her hand, but meanings behind things weren't always memorized )
--> ( it's done nervously, but she smiles and laughs a little )
oh, mon ami, i apologize.
if i conveyed anything other than accidentally calling him, that was most incorrect.
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( // The first day was always the toughest, new school, new people, etc. But Brian was happy to be there nonetheless. A perky smile stretched across his face as he stared at the sea of children his age before him. The teacher hand firmly planted on his shoulder, introducing him to the class. He felt his small fingers shaking out of nervousness, though his expression told them he was not. The teacher glanced down towards him, smiling and said for him to take the seat next to a boy named Tim in the back. His eyes wandered back, a small dark, brown haired boy sat next to an empty seat. Walking swiftly to his desk he flashed Tim a smile, sitting down. For a moment he payed attention to the lesson before his gaze wandered beside of him. He leans slightly, facing forward but looking to his side. )
" Hi, I'm Brian! "
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( // tim hadn't even spared a glance at the new kid, only listening to hushed voices murmuring on how there was a new family that had moved to the small town within alabama's interior and they had two children, which means the pair would intend the only school plausible within rural town limits. tim only shuffled in the uncomfortable seat the school provided, thickly-weaved sweater snagging occasionally on its material. his dark optics wandered warily around the class-room, and his intent was finally snapped when he heard his name mentioned by mrs. shoemake. his gaze wandered finally over to the foreign kid already making their way into the desk exactly next to him. tim's pudgy fingers wound together, averting his gaze from the other and to the polished, wooden surface below. he felt an awkward feeling anchor deep in his gut, wanting to crawl out of the room, hardly listening to the lesson plan for the day and instead focus on how much he desires to leave. tim says nothing, only half-jerking when he hears the other kid's peppy introduction. )
" uh. "
( // he nervously licked his lips, giving himself a long moment to respond to the greeting, brain scrambling for a proper statement. )
" hi. "
( // tim's voice cracked, looking over to brian before feverishly directing his sights back over to the looming teacher in remote distance. )
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happy valentines day!
don't think i could forget about you, mon ami.
--> ( little grin, holding out a box of chocolates - it has a spongebob theme )
--> ( there's also a rose - but it isn't the best for a reason he's about to make clear )
surprise, thought i'd pop by and be nice for once.
careful - i didnt de-thorn this.
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" hah- thanks. "
" you shouldn't have! "
( // small smile, looking down at the rose for a moment. )
" and when i mean that- you really shouldn't have. "
" i'm allergic to roses- "
( // tim cranes his head away to sneeze, arm covering his face feverishly. )
" uhm, but anyway, thank you... "
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--> ( he's quick to toss the rose over his shoulder, it scattering somewhere in the yard )
--> ( he makes a mental note to pick it up on his way out )
--> ( it's weird - he could have sworn tim was allergic to lillies, but he cant recall where he learned that )
yikes, sorry.
should have gone with a stuffed animal, but you probably would have expected a rigged screech or something.
looks like neither of us can catch a break, huh?
--> ( holds out the chocolates for him to take )
no problem.
would have picked up those expensive chocolates again, but money has been way more tight than it was back then.
got my credit card stolen - cancelled it, of course, but not after the person paid for some expensive dinner plans at a restaurant my branch caters.
--> ( if u need me ill be making tons of dumb references to my i922 account bc i strongly feel both of them exist at once ayO )
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( // tim frowned, watching the rose fly off into the remote distance. )
" uh, probably would've if i were honest. i now have a fear of toys r us. "
( // he glances down at the candy before warily taking them, adjusting a lackluster grip on the chocolate. )
" it's fine, really. sorry that, uh, happened to your credit card. "
( // paradox up in here holy shit )
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( // He could feel it. A certain glitchiness starting to spread from the most tenebrous corners of his mind. His brain and body were in two different places, quite literally. One minute he was being chased by Tim, then one minute later they were in the tunnel, to a familiar room, then back in benedict hall. )
( // He felt himself become weary of the foreboding presence they both seemed to ignore. Tim's shouting fell onto auditorily impaired auditory perceiver, Brian flight instinct was in tow and there was no ceasing him. )
( // His vision commenced to distort, edited recollections not organic to him swam in his head. )
( // An abundance of his recollections have been forgotten at one point. He once forgot his own designation. Brian kenned something was erroneous. People commenced evanescent, his friends. Though the snow in his mind obviated him from querying. Until Alex came. Brian remotely eluding his assault. )
( // From that moment on he dedicated his time to stopping Alex. He and Tim, out to bring him to a halt. )
( // He had found Tim's records. How he had forgotten. Afore he kenned it he was solitary, without his friends to avail him. )
( // In order to get Tim back he tormented the other. Either with pills or cryptic messages. He felt culpable for it, but in his mind It was for a good cause. )
( // His being was glommed again to a few more places, the static clouding his vision. )
( // Then he was hanging off the ledge. )
( // His heart ceased, the looming threat direr than ever. )
( // He glanced down, the dropped didn't seem to lamentable. He could probably make it. )
( // Aurally perceiving Tim in the distance, he fears getting caught. )
( // He takes a deep breath, just as Tim reaches him, he lets go. )
( // The impact was excruciating, he could feel multiple bones pop and crack. Pain lit his nerves and he optically discerned red. )
( // He couldn't move, his body broken. The noise vacating his body, the feeling of hollowness overtook Brian's being. )
( // The threat was gone and all he could aurally perceive were Tim's hurried footsteps. )
( // Abaft the mask he could feel blood bubbling up into his throat, the taste of metal flooded his senses. He was dying, but gradually. Whatever that was influencing them was gone. And he wasn't dying expeditious enough to dodge his friends wrath. Fate has a sick sense of humor. )
Falling. ((:
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( // he can't feel his legs at this point, stalking appendages that protruded from his abdomen that he had to force along, each step as if shackles were anchored to ankles. tim lets out a raw cough into his arm, stumbling forward and towards the edge, free hand grasping an eroding wrench. it drops from his grip the moment he sees the hands curled along the ledge abruptly vanish from his line of sight. tim flinches when the clash of metal hitting tile reverberates in sync with skin meeting concrete. tim leers over the drop, staring wide-eyed at the sprawled body laying uselessly, stationary on the floor. nausea creeps along his throat, constricting it tightly as tim staggers backwards and swivels around, sprinting clumsily down the steps and now looming over the grotesque, lolled entity staring up at tim. )
( // there's a sick satisfaction lulling his heavy eye-lids awake, breath hitched unsteadily as he grapples forward and flimsily snags the pills bottle out of the dirt-yellow hoodie. not a moment's hesitation passes as tim pops the lid off and dunks the entire thing, all of its contents swallowed in one go. he wipes spit off of his lips, vision finally regaining a concrete hold on reality as tim diverts his gaze back down to the hooded figure. )
( // this was the presence that had been stalking him for so long- a being that caused tim to feverishly look over his shoulder at seemingly random times. the thing that snatched his prescription and towered over him, tauntingly as a seizure had overtaken him. distorted beast that stayed patiently stationary as a porcelain mask strangles the oxygen out of a flailing camera-man. riddles drooling out of jaws, spouting them with perplexing codes and references to latter things. it makes vexation seethe through nerves, calloused fingers curling into a tightly-wounded fist. )
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y'know
i wouldn't be opposed to you fucking me on a kitchen counter
just sayin
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" i mean there's a few issues with that proposal. "
" first: we don't own a kitchen counter, we are in a motel. "
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we can work our way around that, really. it's not that hard.
i'm not picky on where a dick gets shoved up my ass.
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" well, alright. "
( // tim lays his book down on his lap, and cranes his head over to jay. )
" we'll have sex on a blood moon, when the day is specifically on august 22th, and in the year of the dragon. "
" that alright w/ you? "
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'm starting to suspect you have a kink for specific shit.
( rolls his eyes, laying on the uncomfortable bed lazily with a way too large t-shirt and probably some really short shorts underneath. )
why don't we fuck right now? would be a lot easier.
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" how did you know? "
( // tim picks the novel back up and starts to skim through the print inked upon paper. )
( // he casts a sour glance over to jay when he hears the giddy statement, resuming his reading as he responds. )
" 'cause these beds are super lumpy, and this book is getting interesting. "
( // tim adds a click to his tongue at the end of the statement. )
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i got that sort of vibe from you, lumberjack.
pft.
( he sits up, hugging his knees while he looks at the other man. true that, these sheets are worn and torn and not the best conditions he's seen. but the book part, he just can't get. when did reading become better than sex? honestly, he was a bit literate himself, but pleasure took priority. )
can i at least give you a blowjob while you read? i won't be too distracting, swear on my mom's collection of bibles and crosses.
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" i think a blowjob would distract me, though. "
" anyway, why are you so hung up on sex today? what, is it some sort of heat thing? "
( // it's a joke, tim cracking a small smile before it fading as his optics scanned the current page of his novel. )
( // he casually flips a page, using his free hand to push his thickly-rimmed glasses back to the bridge of his nose. )
" can't you go and masturbate in the bathroom instead of uh, trying to get to second base? i mean, i'm flattered but- "
( // tim indifferently shrugs, shifting gingerly on the motel's cheap-brand mattress. )
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♡ Maiko Machiko ♡ has snapped you!
--> ( it's a picture of her bathroom - running water in the tub, dozens of candles illuminating the area )
--> ( in her hands is a toaster, a paper attached reading 'bath bomb' )
♡ Maiko Machiko ♡ has snapped you!
' Bryan gave this to me today - I certainly see why you like him so much. - MM '
' How thoughful, though I wish the outcome had a better chance. - MM '
--> ( all of this has really destroyed her over time )
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Tim has snapped you!
brian sent you that?
oh,
( // he doesn't add on for a moment. )
i don't
i can talk to him later if you want me too maiko
sorry that he did that too you
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♡ Maiko Machiko ♡ has snapped you!
--> ( it's this video - but she's standing in the back so a coworker is probably doing it )
--> ( there's a lot of french chatter between the person filming and the main person in the shot - "john cena" "john cena?" is the only english part )
--> ( after that exchange maiko runs up, grabbing the person, throwing them over her shoulder, and jumping to the ground )
--> ( "BUM BA-DUM BUM" is her only line in this - laughter erupting throughout cubicles )
♡ Maiko Machiko ♡ has snapped you!
' :^) - MM '
' I'm hip with the memes! - MM '
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Tim has snapped you!
" what is this im so disappointed "
" i'm calling u hilary clinton from now on (: "
( // there's a pause in him texting, before hurriedly typing his next statement )
Tim has snapped you!
" is that person okay holy shit "
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♡ Maiko Machiko ♡ has snapped you!
' >:^O - MM '
' I would rather be called Trump! - MM '
--> ( her reply takes a minute or two - probably because she just flipped someone )
♡ Maiko Machiko ♡ has snapped you!
' Probably. - MM '
' I mean, he hasn't gotten up yet, but he's groaning and laughing so it's all good. - MM '
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Tim has snapped you!
" hah "
Tim has snapped you!
" oh okay good "
" was kinda worried since that impact looked painful "
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doctor me up?
--> ( there's a cut on her cheek, various gashes on her arms and legs )
--> ( nonetheless she smiles - weakly, mischeviously, a smile still )
got in a bit of an accident, y'see.
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" oh. "
" shit- what kinda accident? "
( // purses lips in concern, eyeing warily at the lactations on her for a moment before stalking off and fishing out a pill of advil, tossing it onto her lap. )
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i uh - i fell during a run.
--> ( her attire is somewhat sportish, so maybe it would make sense )
--> ( she doesn't add who -- or what -- she was running from )
oh - thanks.
--> ( she's too nervous to ask for a water bottle, just taking the pill on its own )
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" like, on concrete? "
( // tim nears her and rests a pack of bandages beside her before ultimately sitting beside the reaper. )
" should probably stop running for a bit so you don't, really, aggravate the scratches. "
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forest, actually.
the wounds are mostly cleaned, but i was unable to fix them up myself.
--> ( she needs to talk to him - about alex, about operator )
--> ( it's not something she's keen on discussing with jay, but soon enough she will )
--> ( tim probably has enough on his plate at this point, so she'll stifle comments about her problem )
huh? oh, yeah.
i'll try and go easy, i dont know if i can stop all together but i'll do what i can.
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" alright... "
( // his voice trails off, an eye-brow suspiciously raised before he just decides to avert his gaze from the reaper entirely. )
( // tim sighs heavily, fingers tapping on the surface. )
" if you think one of them is, like, infected, then i have some medicine in my cabinets you could use. "
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better safe than sorry, yeah?
--> ( offers a momentary smile, resting her phone on the couch and raising to her feet )
--> ( she's shaky, wobbling for a second before she regains her balance )
the cabinets?
can do.
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" yeah. "
(( // tim glares over to her phone before just dismissing his interest with the device, leaning backwards on the couch. )
" it's the one near the fridge. "
" you know the one. "
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do you remember that night?
--> ( she's pointing to her jaw line, faint scars visible - likely surgical )
the night you broke my jaw?
--> ( uncomfortable chuckle, running her fingers through her hair )
--> ( the porcelain mask pops into her head, causing her to subconsciously flinch )
i was bed ridden, my mouth wired until my jaw could correctly form together.
i wonder how that gains no attention, yet a couple punches to your face elicits all hell.
.. i never wanted to get involved, tim.
alex - he invited me to this.. game of his.
im scared.
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" what night? "
( // tim looks over to her, an eye-brow arched. frowning, he eyes the lactation tracing her facial features. )
" uh, i never... "
( // he can't remember. blinking, dark eyes and vision so warped it felt more like a lucid dream than concrete reality. )
( // tim stares helplessly at her, eye-brows knit together and empathy diverted away and emotions more focused on the bewilderment of not recollecting the solid memories of that night. all he does know of a day where maiko was injured, tim was fumbling with a prescription bottle in the dawn of morning before it all turns into distorted scenarios. )
" a couple? if i remember right, you, uh, said somethings too... and kicked me a couple of times. "
( // he instinctively runs a hand anxiously over his sleeved arm, sparing her a glance before ultimately deciding to look away, lips tightly pursed. )
" alex-? "
( // tim jolts ups immediately, taking a fast step away from the reaper with mouth slightly agape. )
" what did he tell you? "
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.. perhaps i did.
the night is a blur.
didn't i break your nose?
--> ( looks to him, quirking a brow )
fair, i suppose.
i mean, i needed surgery to fix my teeth, and a lot of work on my jaw, but physically it was pretty equal.
--> ( she always scavanged for something like that - if an exchange was balanced out in a way that could satisfy - or disatisfy - both parties )
he saw something in me - thought we could be friends.
but he cut if off when he found out what i did to you.
he loves you - would you ever guess that?
everyone loves you.
his voice seemed.. warped.
like static, i think.
it was a day or so ago - i record all my interactions, i could review the audio to see if i was just hearing things.
i think he said something else, but i'd have to think.
--> ( pats at her sides for a cigarette, taking one out and looking over it )
i dont know what im gonna do - i cant handle it, tim.
brian and alex hating me, it's horrible.
it makes me want to die, more than ever.
.. speak to them, please.
i dont care if it's that they never speak to me again - please, i cant handle it.
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" i'm pretty sure you did. "
( // tim finally directs his line of sight back over to her, an indifferent expression grazing his features. )
( // tim's hands curl into fists, seeming evidently on edge as she explained her situation. )
" i don't... really, "
( // the thought of the ex-director actually supporting him with any affection was something that sent vicious shivers of disgust down his spine. )
" don't- don't record yourself. it doesn't help anybody in this. it's an, uh, idiotic move if you really.... "
( // he takes a step forward and slowly eases back down to sitting, fumbling a cigarette out quickly and lighting it in a second's blink. )
( // tim presses the cancerstick almost eagerly to his lips, inhaling thick smoke and letting it settle in his interior. )
" i could probably speak to brian, but not to alex. you're on your own there, maiko. "
( // tim's blunt with the honest response, craning his head from the cigar and over to her. )
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" i was human - not too long ago, actually. it was a gift for doing my work right for so long."
they're on her back porch, a cigarette in one hand and a glass of wine in the other - it was the life, a drink under the stars with the man of her dreams. except it was the man who was bound to hate her, and she couldn't stop thinking about the two people giving her shit over hitting him because they liked him too - it's funny how they didn't care when she spoke of how he'd hit her on a separate occasion. it lets her know where she stands, who she is.
it makes her want to die, more than anything, knowing that there's nothing and no one that she'll be leaving behind. it's been months since she's felt like this, since she's felt so empty and useless - this moment with him is what keeps her around.
" a woman took me in - a social worker who spent every hour with me trying to diagnose me and help me through what i was going through. on nights like this we would sit on her back porch, her smoke in my face and tears in my eyes."
" she pried into my every secret and recollection - her name was mary jane, but i just think of mariona and jay, considering he and i pry into you, too."
she felt sick, laughing nonetheless and glancing to a streetlight nearby. she was rather nostalgic tonight, thinking to conversations of how the woman and her boyfriend would watch the moths flock to light and how only a few would approach another lamp nearby - she thinks back to their neighbors, she remembers all their names, and a little weiner dog a druggie named troy owned. it was the neighborhood where they didnt need to lock their doors and they knew everyone in the apartment complex - she missed it a lot.
" i ran off one night and i haven't contacted her since, but i wish i would at some point. i think she could help me out - help me deal with the people ive cared for hating me.. im alone at this point - because you said it yourself, tim, we can't fix this - i can try but it wont do anything. i wish i never did what i did; i wish i had overdosed back in december - or maybe it was november, time flies."
" ... what should i do, tim? twisted every way, what answer can i give? am i to risk my life to win the chance of friendship? "oh no, he's hot. aight maybe this is loosely based of my brother & his social worker girlfriend that i stayed with for like a month over the summer & im sentimental because im staying the night with them
and all this shit happening to maiko literally kills me as dumb as that sounds :'^)))) so here have this lmao
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" so that's kinda your currency? "
tim shifts casually on the make-shift seat. he had hauled some pillow from her couch and planted it on the chair's bottom before ultimately sitting on it. the cancer-stick loosely gripped between his fingers is adjusted and pressed back to chapped lips, letting the bitter smoke emitting from it drool down his chin and wisp into the night air. tim sighs heavily, a minor croak to his voice. wearily, tim looks over to the reaper and offers only a minor smile for her. it's difficult to crack a grin, so he hopes it'll satisfy her.
" that- uh, kinda sounds scary. i mean, from my perspective anyway. "
he doesn't like therapists, or any person like that- people have to prod into every aspect of his life, his back-story to aid him in solving mental issues. it ultimately doesn't work- all of them the same, listen to tim tell the routine past before prescribing him some medication that helps for a limited amount of time but doesn't ever let him forget about the legitimate issue- the creature's blank face that haunts the depths of his dreams, its dwindling, lanky fingers that reached out to him and let their paper-white sheet of skin graze across his cheek. tim shakes his head, clearing his mind and snapping back into the murky atmosphere of reality.
tim lets out some unknown noise between a grunt or a snicker he doesn't know at the comment about her and jay prodding restlessly into his personal business, letting the cigarette fall from his hand and crushing it beneath his leather shoe until it was nothing but debris on the white, bark floor of the back-porch.
" ... you know, i don't... really. i'm not the guy you should be asking on advice kinda like this. "
" we can, uh, sit back here and just enjoy the night, that's what i think you should do i guess. "
he gives an idle, pathetic shrug before reaching for his cheap brand of cigarettes before deciding to just let his hand fall down back to his side instead, not feeling up to the nicotine rushing through his veins.
" my mom- she used to do tobacco, like the chewing type y'know? well, i'm pretty sure she used too. anyway, she told me that... she was like, friends, with it. i was eight at the time, and she was visiting me in a hospital. and the very next day, before she leaves, i steal it from her and throw it out of my window before she could get it back. so, in a sense, i kinda ruined her friendship. "
tim doesn't know why he's even telling her that story, concluding the story there and not adding the part where she screamed at him and alerted the doctors that he had some sort of drug substance, resulting in more, heavier prescription and some time in their 'solitary room'.
( ooc. ) i'm rlly sorry abt maiko <:^000
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( // It was late at night, Brian was hurt, more hurt than he's been for a while. Though there's a smile on his face as he limps from his care to Tim's doorstep. He raps against the wooden door frame, leaning back and forth onto his heels, waiting for Tim to open up the door. )
" Hey, uh, Tim. It's Brian. "
( // he calls out, hoping the other would open soon. His face feels numb yet It's throbbing in pain, as clear as the bruises and scratches are. )
" C'mon man, It's freezing out here. "
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( // tim doesn't answer right away. there's a momentary silence that dawns over the whole area of his home before there's soft foot-steps following the path to the front door and creaking the wooden slab open for the other, tim in an usual pajama attire instead of the established flannel and denim jeans get-up. he stares at brian for a moment, blinking heavy sleep out of his eyes before silently beckoning him inside. )
" are you, uh hurt? do you need something to drink? "
( // he's clumsily stumbling over sentences, not knowing what to say. tim shuts the door behind them when brian walks inside, worriedly eyeing him when he stalks up to the other. )
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( // Brian stepped in side, taking a few strides into Tim's house. He brought his hand up to his own face, wincing when his hand made contact with one particular nastey bruise. Noneless he shook his hand, glacing back at Tim with a small smile. )
" Kinda looks like it, huh? And no thank you man. "
( // He faced Tim, bringing his hand from his face to the back of his neck, scratching it in contemplation. He wasn't sure where to start, and he knew what he wanted to say, but the words were caught in his throat almost like a knot. )
" I need to apologize, actually. Then we need to talk. "
( // His smile faded, his eyes showing guilt. )
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( // tim stares at him warily, eyeing the other with a deadpanned look, obviously knowing that the other was faking the positive outlook expression brightening sullen and wounded facial features. )
" yeah. you look like shit. "
( // it's blunt and to the point as tim walks past him and fishes out a bottle of advil from his medicine cabinet and shoves it into brian's arms without the other's consent, trudging back to the living room. )
" apologize for what, exactly? "
( // tim cranes over to him, suspiciously squinting before it turns into a mask of concern when he sees the smile gone and replaced with a solemn expression. )
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( // He wanted to laugh at Tim's statement, though in order to keep the atmosphere he choked it down. He sighed, trying to think of the words to say. )
" Uh, you were drug into Maiko and I's.. Disagreement. I also think I should clear the air, y'know. But, ah, I feel like you've been put through enough though.. "
( // He offered the other a curt laugh, feeling a strong throb through his face. Reminding him that he's pretty messed up. His eyes darted around, trying to avoid eye contact. )
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[ text ] Come outside. - MM
[ text ] I have a bag of fast food and a carton of cigarettes, it's too cold for me to get out. - MM
--> ( there's the faint honk of her horn )
--> ( she's really impatient and wants to see him )
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( // he doesn't legitimately text back, only coming out of his house with a large jacket tightly wrapped around him. )
( // tim opens her door quickly and slides inside, shivering inwardly as he breathes out in visible white clouds due to the extreme frigidness the air emitted. )
" hey. "
( // gives her a small smile, pulling his jacket around him more. )
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--> ( she grinned a little, reaching into the paper bag and beginning to dish out food containers and drinks between them )
--> ( her next move is to turn down the radio, making sure it doesn't drown out their conversation )
hey yourself - you look different from when i last saw you, happier, perhaps?
i like it, a smile suits you.
--> ( she wasn't even trying to flirt, actually, just being nice for once )
how are you, mon ami?
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" man, you uh- you just, like, bought an entire buffet. "
( // he gives a small laugh, eyeing the bag placed next to his seat. )
( // tim's head perks at her talking, an eye-brow raising. )
" maybe. i feel the same, kinda. "
( // he averts his gaze from her at the last statement, ears brimming a light shade of pink. )
" i'm doing, uh... okay. kinda routine. but i like it. "
( // he desired a normal, steady pattern. disrupting from it half-way impossible, and without much contact from either- as excessive, he could maintain it better than normal. )
" what about you? "
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