Sometimes The Asshole Is Good To Have On Side. This One Comes With A Sister Who Is Real Big On Slashing

“ sometimes the asshole is good to have on side. this one comes with a sister who is real big on slashing tires, ” he teases, smirk etching into the corner of his mouth. but the smirk fades quickly, is replaced with something softer. a side of him not many people ever get to catch a glimpse of. words provoke a wave of empathy. “ no,” kai shakes his head, swoops away the curls that caress his forehead, “ it’s not cheating. everyone handles it in their own way, not talking about it much doesn't make it any less a part of who you are. " kai had gotten to a place of being fully comfortable with it, but still he wasn't shouting it from the rooftops. he lived his life, and if it came up, he'd say with no hesitation. " oh, " kai soon lets out a quiet huff of air, hands tightening around metal ever so slightly. stirs up a memory he wishes he could forget. so long ago now it makes him feel pathetic that it still creates an ache in his chest. " was she a friend or . . . a friend friend ? " hopes the glance he gives her way lets her know what he means. and after a beat he asks, " why'd you go ghost mode on her ? "

she leans in and lightly smacks his arm as he makes his joke. it's not at all out of character for kai, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't have similar feelings in her lowest and darkest moments. where kai had writing and music, winnie had flowers. different outlets, but definitely bright spots in their lives. friends, though, didn't seem to come easy to either of them. which is why it was so funny they almost never interacted during the day time. she looks down at her hands as he speaks kind words. "well, great. i would be stuck with the ASSHOLE," she jokes, playing with the ring on her thumb finger. "only a couple of years... but i don't really talk about it... is that cheating?" there were people who were loud and proud about who they were-- she'd seem them online, had met them in person... she just didn't feel like she could do that. at least not yet.

"i had this friend back in college... she was so proud of who she was... proud of who i was, even back then... and who is proud of themselves at nineteen?" winnie certainly wasn't, but she was harboring a lot of secrets back then. "we fell out. well..." she sighs. "i kind of ghosted her... okay, not kind of. I GHOSTED HER."

nova lets out a soft chuckle, smile warm as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. it's nice that he's so interested. she appreciates it. friendships are still a new thing for her to navigate, but since being in palmview, a number of people have made it feel a little easier. miles very much included. " miles, i haven't even had an audition yet. once things are actually in motion, i'll get tickets for you. don't worry, i'll secure you a good spot. " with a content belly, her spoon is discarded into her bowl, full attention on him now. she feels flattered, really, that he feels able to share such a thing with her. wishes she knew the right thing to say, something helpful. tries her best anyway. " well, showing up and saying nothing is still a step in the right direction. you can't be expected to just . . . let it all out, right away. it takes time to get comfortable talking to someone like that. " flicker of empathy behind her gaze, and if she was bigger on physical touch, maybe she'd reach out and squeeze his hand. but she isn't. " you're not raining on any parades here, " she insists, nodding when he suggests they take a walk. " yeah, that'd be nice. it's a good day for it, and maybe some fresh air will clear that head of yours. "

“ i'll be there, i promise. do you know where? and where the best seats would be..? ”  leave it to miles to bombard nova with his questions. always safe than sorry, he drums his fingers along the edge of the table.  “ making your way up, i see. i'd like to be there for all the wins.   ”  he wasn't sure what to expect but he knew the email would change the current mood. it's information received and passed, regardless. “ i'm really working on it. i went to a session and didn't say much. i'm sure they passed on the notes to my general care doctor. it kind of sucks to be there a lot. ”  there's an attempt to search for the words to describe what he was feeling. nothing really comes to mind, just that he wishes he could've brought back better news. maybe he could have if he had a bit more self-control. but that was a longstanding issues and at the very least, loved ones knew that he wasn't aggressive until provoked. “ raining on parades could be my new hobby, ” he jests. “ i'm alright though. looking at this as a reset. and some practice with media training. ”  ... “ would you want to go for a walk after this? ”

noa: well noa: i'm giving you the official title of flipping queen ♔ noa: i'm going to need photo's when you're done ! i want to see the masterpiece in action

ronnie: oh please ronnie: you know you'd walk laps around me in it ronnie: not at all sometimes i just get bored and like to flip shit i have laying around ronnie: i have these two hoodies right now i'm gonna cut them in half and splice 'em together

noa: oh my god ronnie!!!

noa: a masterpiece 👗👌

noa: forget tens, twelves across the board

sms 📩 noa braunstein ( @dreamerfms )

ronnie: i may have just done my best thrift flip yet ronnie: [video] ronnie: are we giving me my tens or whattttt

kai takes the joint from julian’s fingers, his eyes lazily tracing the horizon before bringing it to his lips. he inhales deeply, holding the smoke in his lungs longer than he probably should, before exhaling in a slow stream. he hums, eyes squinting at the view ahead likes he's trying to solve some kind of math problem — and he's neve been vey good with numbers. it's breath-taking, really. the kind of scene that makes you wonder what else is out there. " maybe it's bob ross, " he teases, not intending to pause, but somehow it happens. he takes another slow drag, the smoke clouding around him, blurring his outline before he's passing the joint back to the other. " dude's probably so bored up there he's resorted to painting our scenery. " he's quick to glance at the other with a half-lidded gaze, snort of laughter following. " or maybe we're both just really fucking high. " that option seems far more feasible.

@dreamerfms // sunset villa beach

sat on the sand, elbows resting on his knees, a neatly rolled joint was held lightly between julian's index and middle finger, taking a long drag before holding it out to the boy next to him. there's a comfortable silence, enjoying the cool evening air and the view of the sun setting on the horizon. it's picturesque, the way the sky blends with the water and the two mirror each other. "i know that people paint pictures based off real life or whatever," he muses, never being good at 'silence' anyway. "but this literally looks like someone painted it. or am i just high ?"

kyro: hey you :)

kyro: and your first thought was your low-grade comedian friend ? i’m so flattered

kyro: i could be very tempted to take it off your hands if it means in-person delivery

sms 📩 kyro lee ( @dreamerfms )

celeste: hey :p celeste: i got a pr package and they added some mens stuff in here celeste: what are the chances you wanna take it off my hands??