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 Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 1:22 am
๑۩۞۩๑ ๑۩ﺴ Some shadows have more depth. ﺴ۩๑ " No, not really. The whole reason Magnus exists is to basically top you," Ethan shrugged. " It doesn't look very convincing when I do it like I am now. But when I'm Magnus it's cool. And it's not like I don't experience it. Magnus is like a costume, y'know? Still the same consciousness and all that." He looked at the phone, then at Lock. " You're not going to answer that? It's your mom!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 1:25 am
✻ ✺ ✹ ✴ʆ ock ҥan✸ ✷ ✶ ✵ He tensed, clearing his throat and blinking a few times. " So, you're saying you're present of mind when he buys butt plugs and shoves them inside of me before massive concerts?" he asked stiffly, then winced at the phone as it rang again. " It's only my mother. She's a devil woman, probably just calling to arrange another marriage interview. Sometimes I think I should just come out to her and get it over with, but then I remember how much money I'm going to get when she finally goes back to Hell."
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 1:29 am
๑۩۞۩๑๑۩ﺴ Some shadows have more depth. ﺴ۩๑ Ethan paled as he was called out, laughing nervously as he desperately thought of an excuse. Before he could say anything, Lock muttered about disliking his mother. The Texan couldn't understand what he was going through. He and his mother had always been close, the same for his brother and dad. To have them see him as only an asset, he couldn't imagine what that was like. " Don't you make enough money right now?" Ethan asked while peeling an orange for Clementine.
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 1:40 am
✻ ✺ ✹ ✴ʆ ock ҥan✸ ✷ ✶ ✵He shrugged. " Eh, I'm well-off right now. But I'll be stupid wealthy when the b-tch croaks." He smirked at the thought, already planning that evil woman's funeral. He was gonna shove her into a bag with bricks, then toss her over a cliff into the ocean before going home to a giant mansion and Ethan. The idol flinched when interrupted from his fantasy by more buzzing. He looked over. It was still her. " God, can't that b-tch take a hint?" He hissed, then snatched up his phone. " What the hell is it, Mother? I'm in the middle of-" He stopped, all the malice disappearing from his face in an instant, replaced with shock. " Wh-what?" He stood abruptly. " Alright, I'm on my way. I'll call Anthony. No, Mother. I will call him. Mother. Because the last time you called him, he ended up crying to me for three hours because you told him he was going to be a spinster! Goodbye, Mother." Hanging up on her, he took a deep breath, closing his eyes. After a few seconds, he turned to Ethan and looked down at him. " I have to go for a couple days, maybe a week or two. Come help me pack." He didn't wait for a response, already striding off towards the bedroom.
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 1:51 am
๑۩۞۩๑๑۩ﺴ Some shadows have more depth. ﺴ۩๑ Ethan drank his soda as he watched with amusement as Lock snarled into his phone, although his own expression blanked when he saw the sudden change. He lowered his can and gazed at his boyfriend with concern as he mentioned leaving. " What-? Hey, wait!" he called out, gently setting the eager puppy down as well as his soda. He started after Lock, going into the bedroom. " What do you mean you're leaving for a week? What happened?" He'd never seen Lock like this around his parents, it made him uneasy.
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 1:58 am
✻ ✺ ✹ ✴ʆ ock ҥan✸ ✷ ✶ ✵He yanked a suitcase out of the closet, tossing it onto the bed. After opening it, he walked back to the closet and started to take out his nicer clothes, throwing them along with several pairs of nice shoes towards the bed. He then moved towards the dresser, starting to pull out underwear. He paused in his task as Ethan entered the room, eyes down. " My father's dying. Mother wants Anthony and I to go home and see him before he passes," he answered quietly, then continued. Standing in front of the suitcase, he started to fold his clothes very meticulously, keeping all emotion off of his face. He always knew this day was coming, why was he feeling like this? He didn't even like his father.
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