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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2020 7:57 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2020 8:01 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2020 8:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2020 6:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2020 7:17 pm
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✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ ι goт a deмon ιn мy ѕoυl and a voιce ιn мy нead ιт'ѕ ѕayιng go, go, go! ι can ѕleep wнen ι'м dead тнere'ѕ a ѕonιc revelaтιon вrιngιng мe тo мy ĸneeѕ and тнere'ѕ a мan down вelow wнo needѕ мy ѕyмpaтнy ι goт a rιngιng ιn мy earѕ geттιng ready тo вυrѕт ѕcreaмιng "нallelυjaн, мoтнerғυcĸer, тaĸe мe тo cнυrcн"═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceWhit arched a brow at Maura when she answered the door and immediately sassed him. He'd expected nothing less, of course, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to give her shite for it. He shrugged, and signed, "I could've not come at all, if you prefer," making like he was going to walk away before turning at the last second and bumping her with his shoulder on the way into the flat. He debated for a moment, then made a beeline to the kitchen, calling out over his shoulder, "Just for that, I'm raiding your fridge."
spaceTrue to his word, he immediately began rummaging around for something to eat. He may or may not have fallen asleep and forgotten to eat, so sue him. Also, considering his only consistent work, if it could be called that, was for the twins at the Hobgoblin, and that wasn't paying so hot just yet, it wasn't like he had a lot of food at his own place. Meanwhile, Cel made no secret of the fact that his mother wasn't about to let him starve; Whit didn't feel all that bad about grabbing the tupperware full of... some kind of stew, and digging in. He heated the food, turning back to look at his... girlfriend?
spaceCould he call her that? They were keeping things secret so that certain people couldn't muck it up before they figured out if it actually worked, but surely to God in his own head it was alright. Also, by now it was mostly secret out of habit more than necessity, he thought. Then again, she hadn't brought it up, so he couldn't be positive. He wasn't all that worried about it, though; Maura wasn't the type to keep her displeasure quiet, so if this wasn't going well, she'd call it off. More than likely, things were fine. He'd probably forget to actually talk about it again, like he always did, once they were snogging. Right now he was more interested in food than either the conversation, or the more amorous activities.
spaceHe met her gaze, taking a bite of the stew. "Take it your brother still hasn't noticed his food keeps going missing," he asked with a smirk. Whit might needle Maura, but he very definitely only stole food from her brother. Mostly because it was hilarious. Honestly, by this point it was surprising. Cel wasn't a complete idiot, appearances aside, and Whit was now actively stealing food just to see if it would be noticed. Which meant he was stealing noticeable amounts. If he could tell anyone else about the time he was spending at Maura's, he'd have a bet running with someone. As it was, betting with his girlfriend felt unfair; she could cheat, she lived with the guy.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ ι rιde тнe lιgнтnιng, roll wιтн тнe тнυnder ι'м goιng down down down wιтн мy ѕιѕтerѕ and вroтнerѕ ι ғell ιn love wιтн тнeιr darĸeѕт parтѕ ѕтand on тнe ѕιde oғ тнe wιld aт нearт ι plυcĸed тнe ғeaтнer oғғ a crow ѕo ι coυld ғly ѕιnce ι waѕ тнιrтeen yearѕ old ι've нad мy ғιѕт тo тнe ѕĸy═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Maura's Flat wнen - Spring 2050 wιтн - Maura - ooc - blah blah blah
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2020 7:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2020 8:19 pm
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✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ ι goт a deмon ιn мy ѕoυl and a voιce ιn мy нead ιт'ѕ ѕayιng go, go, go! ι can ѕleep wнen ι'м dead тнere'ѕ a ѕonιc revelaтιon вrιngιng мe тo мy ĸneeѕ and тнere'ѕ a мan down вelow wнo needѕ мy ѕyмpaтнy ι goт a rιngιng ιn мy earѕ geттιng ready тo вυrѕт ѕcreaмιng "нallelυjaн, мoтнerғυcĸer, тaĸe мe тo cнυrcн"═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceWhit didn't know what he expected; whatever it was, Cel thinking Maura was pregnant was not even close to it. If he had to make a list, that wouldn't have even been on it. Maybe he was giving Cel too much credit. Normally, people didn't give the Irishman enough; if not crazy like a fox, Cel was certainly smart like something close to it. Apparently Whit's attempt to not be fooled by the dumbarse routine had backfired. He'd been so busy going "he's not as dumb as he looks, folks," that he'd missed exactly how dumb he actually was. And he'd lived with him for seven years, so maybe Whit was a little dumb, too.
spaceIn any case, he promptly found himself choking on the bite of stew he'd had in his mouth when Maura spoke. Coughing hard, he beat his fist against his chest and frantically signed, requesting Maura get him some water. Once the crisis was averted, he cracked a smile, telling her, "For the record, that was 'choking on food because I laughed' choking, not 'horrified at the thought of you being pregnant' choking." While he wouldn't exactly be thrilled if she was pregnant (they weren't officially together, he was always broke, she was barely any better than broke, they were barely even adults, etc etc etc), he didn't think he'd freak out quite that hard.
spaceThe stew having nearly done him in sort of put him off it, so he closed up the container and returned it to the fridge. Still hungry, he elected to swap it for an orange on the counter, and set to work peeling it. "So did he legitimately think you were up the duff, or was it a joke?" he asked, grinning widely. "I don't think I'm particularly ready to be a dad, but I'm not opposed to practicing the making bit." He threw her a lascivious wink.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ ι rιde тнe lιgнтnιng, roll wιтн тнe тнυnder ι'м goιng down down down wιтн мy ѕιѕтerѕ and вroтнerѕ ι ғell ιn love wιтн тнeιr darĸeѕт parтѕ ѕтand on тнe ѕιde oғ тнe wιld aт нearт ι plυcĸed тнe ғeaтнer oғғ a crow ѕo ι coυld ғly ѕιnce ι waѕ тнιrтeen yearѕ old ι've нad мy ғιѕт тo тнe ѕĸy═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Maura's Flat wнen - Spring 2050 wιтн - Maura - ooc - blah blah blah
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2020 8:51 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2020 9:01 pm
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✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ ι goт a deмon ιn мy ѕoυl and a voιce ιn мy нead ιт'ѕ ѕayιng go, go, go! ι can ѕleep wнen ι'м dead тнere'ѕ a ѕonιc revelaтιon вrιngιng мe тo мy ĸneeѕ and тнere'ѕ a мan down вelow wнo needѕ мy ѕyмpaтнy ι goт a rιngιng ιn мy earѕ geттιng ready тo вυrѕт ѕcreaмιng "нallelυjaн, мoтнerғυcĸer, тaĸe мe тo cнυrcн"═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceTruthfully, he hadn't been particularly worried about Maura being pregnant, but it was still a little bit of a relief to hear the negative. They weren't being completely irresponsible (go figure, the girl with the absentee whore of a father believed in using protection), but accidents did happen. He simply smirked at her. "That's good," he quipped, "I'd hate to have to mooch off your dad to take care of a baby." Which is, undoubtedly, what they would've had to do. Not that Asher would've minded, since he seemed to be trying somewhat to make things up to both his kids (with utterly no clue how to do it), but still. "I'm not above it, mind," he tacked on after a pause, winking. Man had more money than he needed, even if he wasn't filthy rich like people always assumed musicians were.
spaceWhit tried to gauge her reaction to the idea of her brother knowing she was seeing someone, but he couldn't see much of one. He guessed she wasn't worried about it. Question was, is that because she didn't care if they got caught, or because she didn't think they would? Feigning nonchalance, he shrugged. "He's not as dumb as he looks," Whit pointed out. "Probably bound to catch on sooner or later." There. Maybe his own lack of concern would... what? He wasn't sure what he was trying to accomplish, really. Except to let her know that he didn't mind if they got caught.
spaceHe snickered ever so slightly at her not-so-subtle self-compliment, rolling his eyes a little. "Do tell," he said. "Tell me more about how good you are, I wanna know. Really sell me on it." Alright, so she was pretty great. He didn't have a whole lot of experience outside of her, almost none in fact, but she was, at the very least, enthusiastic. And determined to prove a point, which mostly resulted in spontaneous competitions that usually ended with her winning, but she had an unfair advantage in that respect, he felt. The point was, he wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to poke that competitive spirit of hers to try and get her to dirty-talk him a little.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ ι rιde тнe lιgнтnιng, roll wιтн тнe тнυnder ι'м goιng down down down wιтн мy ѕιѕтerѕ and вroтнerѕ ι ғell ιn love wιтн тнeιr darĸeѕт parтѕ ѕтand on тнe ѕιde oғ тнe wιld aт нearт ι plυcĸed тнe ғeaтнer oғғ a crow ѕo ι coυld ғly ѕιnce ι waѕ тнιrтeen yearѕ old ι've нad мy ғιѕт тo тнe ѕĸy═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Maura's Flat wнen - Spring 2050 wιтн - Maura - ooc - blah blah blah
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2020 10:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2020 6:31 pm
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✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ ι goт a deмon ιn мy ѕoυl and a voιce ιn мy нead ιт'ѕ ѕayιng go, go, go! ι can ѕleep wнen ι'м dead тнere'ѕ a ѕonιc revelaтιon вrιngιng мe тo мy ĸneeѕ and тнere'ѕ a мan down вelow wнo needѕ мy ѕyмpaтнy ι goт a rιngιng ιn мy earѕ geттιng ready тo вυrѕт ѕcreaмιng "нallelυjaн, мoтнerғυcĸer, тaĸe мe тo cнυrcн"═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceAs Maura drew near, he arranged himself just so on the couch. Then, when she was in front of him, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down to straddle his waist. "Tongue? Don't recall that at all. Definitely need you to help me out. It might be urgent, in fact," he said solemnly, pulling a very serious face before one hand left her hip to come up and pull her mouth down to his.
spaceThings escalated fairly quickly (as they were wont to do between the two of them; he wasn't kidding about Maura's enthusiasm), and he was entirely too busy with other things to be worried about something as trivial as the sound of the front door opening.
spaceOf course, the loud, "What the feckin' 'ell?!" that followed, and subsequent slamming of the door, was a little hard to miss.
spaceWhit found himself staring at Cel like a deer caught in headlights, hair mussed, with neither of his hands in places Maura's brother needed to see them. "Uh, hi?" he managed, managing at least to look a little sheepish. Not too sheepish, though, since he hardly cared that they'd been caught. It just figured, they'd talked about it, and now it'd happened. Like they'd challenged the bloody universe or something.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ ι rιde тнe lιgнтnιng, roll wιтн тнe тнυnder ι'м goιng down down down wιтн мy ѕιѕтerѕ and вroтнerѕ ι ғell ιn love wιтн тнeιr darĸeѕт parтѕ ѕтand on тнe ѕιde oғ тнe wιld aт нearт ι plυcĸed тнe ғeaтнer oғғ a crow ѕo ι coυld ғly ѕιnce ι waѕ тнιrтeen yearѕ old ι've нad мy ғιѕт тo тнe ѕĸy═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Maura's Flat wнen - Spring 2050 wιтн - Maura - ooc - blah blah blah
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2020 6:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2020 8:21 pm
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✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ мe and тнe мoon ѕтayed υp all nιgнт ι вroυgнт тнe wнιѕĸey, нe вroυgнт тнe lιgнт! a' qυarтer тo тнree, we're ғeelιng ғιne wнen тнe ѕυn coмeѕ υp ι'м gonna мιѕѕ мy ғrιend мoonѕнιne═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceCel wasn't one to worry too much about what, or rather who, his sister was doing. She was an adult, and a responsible one at that, and neither of them were stupid enough to go making the sorts of mistakes that resulted in their mutual existence. In school, he was pretty sure she had him solidly beat on the promiscuity scale. So coming home to find her on the couch with someone was not so much a surprise. It was more a surprise who she was on the couch with. That, he would not have guessed in a million years. Of course, now that he was seeing it, he felt a little stupid.
spaceHis sister's words filtered through his dumbstruck fog, finally registering a solid thirty seconds after she said them. He blinked, then pinched his brow. "Maura. Me sister. Me dearly belov'd an' 'opefully only siblin'," he was laying it on a little thick, alright, but they were theater people, after all, "Oi've go' questi'ns. Which Oi'll 'spect y' t' answer in full. La'er. Fer nigh, Oi'm goin' t' walk out o' 'ere an' pretend Oi ain' jes' seen ye snoggin' one o' me bes' mates." He turned back to the door, muttering to himself as he opened it about how he was just glad they still had clothes on. Of course, as soon as he said it, he couldn't help but add, "Wai', wahn questi'n nigh, please fer t' love o' God tael me ye two ain' shagged on me nice couch." He shot them both a pleading look, but Whit was refusing to make eye contact. Oh, that was not a good sign.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ well now тнe poѕѕυм ѕcreaмed aѕ loυd aѕ a poѕѕυм coυld ι ѕaιd "ι υnderѕтood," wнen ιт'ѕ all ιnѕιde yoυ goт тo leт ιт oυт yoυ goттa ѕcreaм ѕнoυт! ѕcreaм ѕнoυт! ѕcreaм ѕнoυт! ѕcreaм ѕнoυт! тo тнιѕ day тнey тalĸ aвoυт тнeιr nιgнт wнen тнe мoon, тнe raccoon тнe poѕѕυм and тнe нoυnd danced aroυnd, danced acroυnd danced aroυnd, danced aroυnd═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Living Room wнen - Spring 2050 wιтн - Maura, Whit - ooc - blah blah blah
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2020 8:53 pm
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