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 Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2016 9:42 pm
He swallowed, looking down at the feet of the nearest guitarist. It was true he was an overachiever, so much so that it extended past his educational life into the everyday. That had been all well and good up through high school, it had even provided him with some unique opportunities along the way, but he hadn't been at all prepared for what awaited him in Cambridge. It wasn't that he wasn't good enough to study at his dream school, no. The only reason Chester had left was because he wasn't at the top of his class. He hadn't failed, he just hadn't done as well as he'd needed to in order to stay sane.
Chester was glad that he'd provided another topic of conversation Ignacio could get absorbed in without anyone else's input. He was thinking too hard for a festival, but he doubted his former classmate would notice. At least there wasn't any disembodied singing this time.
"I've got enough money for at least two of those things, maybe three," he said, finishing his coffee. "So, I guess... the stores first. If you're coming?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2016 10:41 pm
Aleksy smiled, hoping it hid the way his stomach leapt at his hand so close to Thorne's mouth. "Oh yes, very concerned," he agreed. "As I am incorrigible, and a danger to myself, and such. I'm glad to see you kept your face in one piece, too." He looked out into the crowd, trying to find something to talk about. "So the woman across the street with the crocheted hats," he said. "She has a different thing to sell every month. I'm sure she makes none of it. Of course, that's not against the rules. But I have to wonder why."
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2016 11:11 pm
Thorne watched Aleksy with an wicked, playful glimmer in his eye. "Whatever would I do if you got into danger on your own? I'd have to come sprinting after you, and then everything would be an utter mess." Thorne scoffed lightly. "Does that make me the hero or the dragon?" He asked, his voice dipping, raw and low and husky with amusement, breath brushing over the others knuckles. He leaned up, eyes flicking over Aleksy to the woman he talked about. He listened as he watched, eyes wild-bright with a focus that didn't seem entirely on her. "Sounds like a cheat either way. Why come just to sell someone else's work?" he responded, looking down at the redhead. "Perhaps she's fickle-minded. Or a con artist." Thorne realized he was still holding Aleksy's hand and hummed, pulling it to his mouth and ghosting his lips over the knuckles in a brief kiss. "To make up for your inability to make it to the kissing booth," he added with a grin before pushing his fingers against Aleksy's so that they were palm and palm. "Any other strange guests at the art festival you've seen today?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2016 11:44 pm
Aleksy got red around the ears. "It could go either way," he said. "I've never felt the dragons were necessarily putting the princess in danger." He shrugged his (relatively) good shoulder. "You don't look particularly draconic." It wasn't like he couldn't tell when things were wrong. He flicked a glance at Thorne again, drinking in the gently fluttering petals of his tattoos, the struggles of the trapped sparrows. "I suppose she thinks of herself as a curator. That's what galleries do, isn't it? They sell the works of others." Aleksy didn't necessarily have high opinions of gallery curators. They held many opinions of how to present art, and almost all of them were completely wrong. Still, he couldn't work as well as he did without them. He laced his fingers together with Thorne's and tried not to think about it too terribly much. Of course he failed at that, but Aleksy had a good poker face and just turned kind of pink around the cheekbones. "Sunny Shore doesn't look as freakishly awful," he said. "So that's strange. Renard was trolling around before it got so crowded. Though he's not so much strange, I don't think."
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 8:46 pm
Beaming at the woman, America took the time to openly admire the view offered by that lean. Giving Maeve a hubba-hubba eyebrow waggle, she answered with wide, innocent eyes, " Oh, a good smooch, of course." She pointed to her own very red lips. Her smile dimpled up, "But mostly just to get an eyeful of this more pristine vision." America had meant to try and look people up, go visit the hospital and find out names and everything. But never went in the end. It was easier to focus on tomorrow, rather than the woulda-coulda-shoulda's in the past.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 9:01 pm
" 'If you give a mouse a cookie', what's a spank without a kiss? Scandalous, without your name and papers. Maybe I don't have all my shots. " Well now, here was a surprise. The question was whether thin, dark, and doge was just making street banter, or actually had anything to offer someone looking for a good time. Either was fine in casual play, really, which was about as far as anything could be on the street instead of ducked into a back booth of a dark pub or coffee hole. Maybe just doesn't like people, wanting a fecking war dog? Creepy. Hopefully just having a bad go today. Or might have just spotted out a still-closeted serial. Lenore shrugged one shoulder, rolled it and winked. "And 'Loveable-' nothing wrong with a boy that knows good leash manners. I'll keep you in mind." And an accent. How exotic for going to the backwaters out of Boston. I wonder if the dog is a working one. "Thanks for the heads up. I'll keep looking. "A french-manicured wave and Lenore broke rank to go along the separate way to seek out what this other location might have on offer. "Good luck finding your own moveable feast."
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