Two Cups Are Placed Onto The Island, Steaming Hot As He Looks Up, Subtle Smirk Taking Shape When He Notices

two cups are placed onto the island, steaming hot as he looks up, subtle smirk taking shape when he notices rhodes has finally made it to the kitchen. " look at you, making it all the way in here without a map, " can't help but to poke, tease. waking up together is something that seems to be becoming a frequent affair, but this ? this is new. typically there is no conversation, no lingering around. it feels like foreign territory. kingsley slides one of the coffee cups towards the other before taking a leisurely sip of his own. " so, you think you can handle my company long enough for some breakfast ? i’d hate for you to spread rumours that I’m a bad host just because i let you leave here hungry. "

rhodes was almost embarrassed with how quickly he started to lean in as the other did. "mm nope, i figured you could make it for me considering i put in a ton of effort." he teased, shrugging his shoulders. the male watched as the other exit the room. he sighed, grabbing the shirt and slipping it on. slowly but surely, rhodes pushed himself out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. it would probably push him over the edge to admit that he kinda liked whatever the two had going on. king's smugness drove rhodes absolutely nuts, but no matter how hard he tried, and it wasn't super hard, they always ended up in the same bed.

Baby (2018 - 2020)

" oh, please, apollo— as if ! " she's almost insulted he thinks she'd be so obvious about it, as if she hadn't perfected her sleuthing skills at a young age. flicks perfectly curled locks behind her shoulder, subtle roll of her eyes. " if i was stalking you, you wouldn't know about it. besides, i actually have a life. " how ironic that she says such a thing as she's trying to snoop at what he's buying. " i simply spotted you across the way, thought i'd come and say hi, see if today might just be the day i get you to open yourself up to love and let me set you up on a few dates. " he's handsome, has good posture. two things she won't admit to him out loud, but she knows there'd be many of her clients eager to be set up on a date with him.

LOCATION: seaglass heights farmers market STATUS: closed / noa braunstein @dreamerfms

call it a sixth sense-- performer's intuition, if you will. apollo can always tell when someone is looking his way for more than a glance, even while he's in the process of buying fresh green juice. he hands cash over to the owner of the stall and turns around before making the other aware he's noticed them. "stalking me, braunstein? what, did you slip an airtag in my pocket or something?"

THE PARENT TRAP (1998) dir. Nancy Meyers

he nods almost instantly, mutual agreement. " good choice. it's definitely in my top five, and i agree with invisibility. i don't trust anyone who says that. i mean, it's kind of invasive, right ? " though, of course, if it was the only one on offer he'd take it. he leans back, playful glint in his eyes as he takes a sip of his energy drink, gets ready to dive into it. " i've thought about it a lot. more than a person should, really. but all outcomes lead back to one obvious choice. the power to pause time. i mean, just think about all the things you could do. i could pause time and take a three hour nap. if i got bored of work ? pause. i could even binge watch a show in it's entirety before getting back to it if i really wanted to. not to mention the cool ways i could fuck with peoples heads. not in a evil way, obviously. more so just harmless pranks for my own amusement. but do you want to know what really sells it for me ? " with the question he's leaning in, voice lowered like he's revealing some master plan, " picture this : you’re at the grocery store and someone reaches for your favourite snack only for you to realize it’s the last one on the shelf. pause ! it’s mine now, biatch. " with that, he sinks back into his seat, proud smile adorning features. " tell me that's not the ultimate power move. "

poppy laughed softly, picking up her mug. "please. teleportation.. there's no fuckin way i'd want to know what people's thoughts were.. don't wanna fly.. literally don't even get me started on what it would be like to be invisible." the redhead made a face before taking a sip of her drink. "alright, give me your well thought out answer."

" wrong ? " there's a subtle scrunch of her nose, a look of confusion. " why would anything have to be wrong ? i like to think of it more of prevention therapy, you know ? like i'm shopping to keep myself from falling into any potential crisis. " it's worked well for her so far in life, though there are probably other factors to that. " and your complete lack of actual concern isn't going unnoticed, by the way. you have no idea how crazy some of these fashion girls can get. " noa rolls her eyes, gracefully flopping back against the cushion, careful to keep her curls intact. " oh no, i don't want sympathy. i want everyone to know not to mess with me. just because i look cute and don't behave like a brute doesn't mean i don't know how to get what i want. " crazy, she says. yet she's most definitely more so. reaches into one of the bags and pulls it out, the sweater of her dreams. carefully unfolding it to hold it up in proud presentation. " isn't she beautiful ? the outfit combinations are endless. " yet she'll wear it once, most likely. " oh, i also picked a few things up for you and rhodes. as a thank you, you can wear them on the separate dates i'll be setting up for you. "

ronen doesn't even flinch anymore at the sound of noa's voice coming out of nowhere. sometimes she's really entering his apartment, and sometimes he's simply haunted by the thought of her. twenty-seven years did give you time to get used to a person and their antics, though, especially if they were only one room over for more than half of your life. "some serious retail therapy, hm? dare i ask what went wrong in the wonderful world of noa this week?" ronen was well aware that their lives were far from difficult, and what was a brother meant to do if not poke fun at his sister's dramatics?

"wow, she really did all that? she sounds like a real piece of work... kind of like someone i know," he teases. "it does look like you're missing part of your finger, though," he admits as he inspects her hand from afar. "could just tell peoople you got into a horrible accident until you get the nail fixed? then at least people would feel bad for you."