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 Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 9:49 pm
He didn't reply via Twitter because, quite frankly, he was sick of staring at the little screen. Instead Ever would find his way to Maebe's room, there within about ten minutes -- and her work wouldn't be easy. He didn't look like he'd slept much since coming back from the tower, though at least his hair was clean, soft and messy around his face, his clothing fresh. The lingering edge of a shower. He'd taken three. So he'd knock, and then lean against her doorway, head tipped down to study the toes of his boots and wait until she was done with her frantic barrage of back-and-forth insults to be noticed. She was doing him a favor, after all, so it hardly seemed reasonable to knock again.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 10:21 pm
Maebe had turned off twitter not too long after agreeing to see Ever. This was because she was primping, and it wasn't for him. But this particular primping wasn't her typical self-love. She was nervous primping - or maybe it could be called jealous primping. She kept re-doing her hair, up and down. Up, and down. It was down, when she opened the door for him, but her hands were already in it, trying to bring it back up again. "Come on in, sit down on the bed." She commanded, all business (for once). "That's where the best selfie-lighting is." She would know.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 10:35 pm
It was frank: no introductions or questions, and that left Ever blinking in her doorway for a moment before he slid through, expression bemused. At least he'd obey, dropping down to sit exactly where she ordered, tumbling into her bed in a limp and graceless sort of way. Unconcerned about that, at least. "Nice to meet you too." It could have been biting. It was dry. But it lacked the edge to be mean, and instead it was joking. He watched the way she moved across the room, her hands in her hair, and then let his eyes wander to the rest of her dorm. "I need to get out of the basement."
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 10:43 pm
She would have been so much friendlier, if Cami hadn't gone to see Dylon. If she wasn't in such a rush to get to Otto and try to forget that she cared about any of this. Ever would have gotten an entirely different welcome - though not necessarily a better one - if the moment had simply not been crashing down around her. But it was, and she was a mess. On the inside. On the outside, she still looked like a star. "Sorry." She chirped out, still working her hair at the mirror. "Not at my best right now. I'm sure I'll make it up to you sometime. Until then," She dropped the hair in exasperation, and turned to Ever, finally beaming that bright smile. "Maebe. Ever. Ever, Maebe. It's nice to meet you. Twitter has a way of making us all feel like we know each other, before we do." But now that she'd gotten a good look at him, she realized that he did not look his best, and he asked for his best. Clearly, he'd come to the right person. Unfortunately, Ever was about to feel the other side of her spectrum, which included a complete lack of subtlety. "The basement sucks. Your hair looks good. Mind if I work on your skin for a minute? You look like you could use a little pick me up."
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 10:53 pm
Technically, Ever had only asked not to look like s**t, and maybe she could pull that off even with him looking half-asleep and skinny as hell, under the battered-thin weight of an old t-shirt. Still. Work on his skin got a wary look, leaning back into the wall and narrowing his eyes. "I feel like it should be an honest picture, since, uh." And then he paused, considering, licking his lips in a somewhat nervous manner as he searched the room for something that might be a makeup bag. "...not all eye-linered and punk rock. And people always say it's just a little and then you go to the mirror and you're staring at a stranger."
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 7:34 pm
Maebe pursed her lips in a smug smirk, trying to keep them from breaking into a grin. "I didn't mean makeup. I was going to massage the tension out of your skin, so that you look smoother, and less like you just came off a 24 hour non-stop flight." She moved to sit next to him, clutching the edge of her bed with her hands in a pose so innocent, it was sinful. "But I didn't want to just, start touching your face. And I might use a little moisturizer. It's good for your skin. But no makeovers. Sorry." That wouldn't have been such a horrible idea.. but she really didn't have time for that. "So? What do you say?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 10:48 pm
"That's a thing?" He looked utterly perplexed as Maebe sat next to him -- and, just faintly, wary. A certain guarded edge to him, if only because he wasn't used to near-strangers offering to touch his face. Or anyone, for that matter: the kind of people Ever was used to... "It's just kind of strange." He offered, which wasn't a particularly helpful expression of how he felt, so he shook his head and ploughed on, "I mean, I don't even know you, you don't have to. I just need a picture. Or even advice on just how to..." He shut his mouth instead of continuing to ramble.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 11:18 pm
"Yeah. It's a little strange." She smirked proudly. "It's just the kind of thing I do. I don't mind being a little strange. Strange can be fun." But he was clearly too hesitant, and Maebe took it back a notch, looking for his comfort zone. "If you really don't want me touching your face - and trust me, you're missing out, it feels amazing - then lean your head back, and shake your hair out for a few seconds, get the body lifting it, and then look back at me again. I'll teach you how to take a good selfie." He still looked so tired. Maebe itched to reach out and smooth those wrinkles away, but Ever seemed a little more uptight than she was used to, and that required a gentler touch. Secretly, she was suddenly glad she wasn't trying to sleep with him. It would have taken forever.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 11:43 pm
It would have taken more than forever -- but that was neither here nor there. His discomfort seemed to be more with the strangeness of the request than the actual physical contact. Maybe if she'd just knocked him over and done it, but as it was -- Favors didn't seem to come free, here. Never. And helping with the photo was enough of a tick in his ledger, he thought. So Ever shook his hair out, extremely expertly, and mostly succeeded in making it more of a mess. It was too long, and he probably didn't own a brush. Finger-combing didn't quite do the trick. "Christ. I feel ridiculous." At least it came with a sigh instead of a flush. "This is probably hopeless."
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 10:52 pm
Shaking it out did make his hair stick up in all the wrong ways, and Maebe openly snickered, getting off the bed to stand in front of him. "Oh, sit still for a minute." She put her hands into his hair, and carefully started to style it. "I don't know why you feel ridiculous. Everyone likes to look good in pictures. Caring about how you look is important." She bent down to her knees, took her hands out of his hair, and got a good look at him. Her head tilted, and then nodded. "There. ********. Well done." Finally, she held her hand out for his phone. "Let's do this."
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 11:11 pm
"Mostly I want to make it so people don't swipe past me." He hesitated and then, with a breath of a sigh, handed the phone over: better to accept things as they were than to worry too much about how they could be. After leave, maybe, he could talk someone into taking a pair of hedge-clippers to the mess of his hair, or try in himself in front of a mirror somewhere that wasn't grunge-y and dark. Maybe he could buy some clothes that fit. If such things existed. Absently, he sat back, watching Maebe with his phone. It had seen little use, other than twitter; a couple DM conversations with one Obadiah Thompson, if she wanted to snoop, but nothing else that would be in the least interesting. He certainly wasn't faking his ineptitude. "I appreciate it, though." It was tagged on, weakly, somewhat lamely. An after thought, to thank her for her help. "Whatever you can pull off.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 3:02 pm
Maebe had plans to be very nosy, in fact. But business came first. So she turned on the camera, and reached up to hold his chin with her thumb and finger, tilting his head upward into the sun. "Head up, be proud. You're a delicious young man, no one's going to swipe past you." Especially after her masterful picture taking. She started the shutter spam, taking pictures from all sorts of angles. Then she stopped, and flipped to look through them. Or at least, that's what it looked like she was doing. "Let's see if I found one I liked."
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 8:16 pm
By the end, Ever looked somewhat dumbfounded -- which meant that probably half the photos had that same baffled quality to them. As she paged through them, though, his expression melted back toward something amused, and then helplessly amused, and then a bubbling of laughter escaped. It was only a little hysterical, Ever settling back on the bed and rubbing at his eyes while he thought about it. "Jesus Christ, you take this seriously." He couldn't help it. The quick-fire photos, the serious way she looked at them. Ever was unable to smother his laughter. "Whatever. So long as it gets me laid, I appreciate it."
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 6:40 pm
"Trust me. If there's one thing I know how to do, it's how to get laid." She'd picked out an appropriate picture at least two minutes ago. Unbenownst to him, she was already logging onto his twitter and reading through his DMs for juicy gossip. The boy was no stranger to Taym's uppity bullshit, but otherwise he seemed too new to have any real drama. So she flipped back to the pictures, and showed him the one where the light hit his features just right. <********." Maebe proclaimed. "I'd bang you right now just looking at it." She didn't really sound like she was being sarcastic - or even funny, just telling the truth. "Does that work?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 9:50 pm
"You're not exactly who I'd hope for, but -- " He paused, laughing a little as he took the phone back, turning it sideways and tipping his head to look at it carefully. And then, all at once, Ever realized how bad that could sound and blinked back into focus, the smile melting away as he looked up at her. "Er. No offense. You're just lacking a chromosome. But these looks great." Better than he looked in person, he thought, and wasn't that unfortunate for any potential prey? He rose, slowly, to stand. Licked his lips. Dug for the joke. "...I'll take the other pictures myself." It was dry. There was no way.
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