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Abbott Elementary – 2.01: Development Day

[ #594 ] GIFS OF ZENDAYA COLEMAN IN CHALLENGERS are linked at the source! all made by moi for your roleplaying needs. regular rules apply.

girls nights fuel her soul, nothing better than good company and good wine. the perfect way to unwind. “no, letty, seriously we have to start doing this way more often. i think i may have been having withdrawl symptoms. ” she’s quick to respond, joining in on the delusion that a few days somehow equates to a long period of time. “ i signed a really big client today, ” she begins, ready to spill all so easily, as always. “ he’s wealthy, great family background, drop dead gorgeous. so much so i was tempted to set him up with me. but then i looked down at his choice of footwear, naturally . . . and oh my god, it was horrifying. sandals, celeste. with socks. ”

@dreamerfms // celeste's loft

"i feel like i haven't seen you in four years," she exclaimed, ushering noa into her living room where she'd laid out their girls night essentials. snacks, wine, cozy pillows and blankets, and america's next top model on the tv. realistically, it had been a few days max since she'd last seen her, but no one would be able to convince celeste that it didn't feel the same. "what have i missed out on in the life of noa ? i need everything, and don't spare the juicy details."

nova shrugs, elegance found in even a simple gesture. sometimes she isn't sure she even knows how to relax. " well, if i stay on top of it, i guess i don't have to worry about that. " dance was perhaps the biggest blessing in her life, and also a curse. never something she had much choice in, yet over the years it's become the one thing she can get completely and utterly lost in. when she's here, focused, driven, with apollo or dancing on her own, she's able to block all of the other thoughts out— at least for a little while. so though often she questions if it's truly what she wants to do with her life, there's no version of her that seems able to give it up. it's burned into her soul in a way. part of her integral makeup. " okay mr. humble, " she teases in return to his joke. maybe he doesn't see it, but she does. many people looking at him in awe, likely hoping for a chance to be in his orbit. " i think there's a few people in this town who wouldn't mind you being their leading man, but when it comes to the stage, you're all mine. " his next set of words fill her with a sense of relief. isn't sure she'd be able to work the same with anyone else. the idea is enough to fill her with dread. while they'd fallen into sync pretty quickly after a rocky start, the trust she had in him had strengthened by the year. it's not something she feels could be replicated. " well, if they do doubt us, we'll just have to prove them wrong. " and she's confident they will. because when they're out there, they're untouchable.

"how behind could you possible be?" if apollo and nova were honest with themselves, they were paying a hell of a lot for a storage locker-- which was pretty much what their apartment was. most of their time spent was here at the studio, either together or apart. it's what made their relationship so easy. they were so in tune and so alike where it mattered.

"it's a crowd pleaser-- a classic for a reason," he says as he meets her eyes. he knows this look all too well. he'd seen it just about twice a year for many years now. "you might be the only person in this town who wants me to be the leading man in anything," he jokes. not that he had many people who cared about what he had going on. besides, he also had rhodes who was sure to show up every night if apollo had the lead role. "you're a shoo-in for odette, though. so, i guess i don't really have a choice, do i?" it almost felt unnatural to be dancing with anyone else these days. not that many people wanted to be paired with apollo. he remembers his and nova's introduction all too well. YOU TWO ARE NOTORIOUSLY DIFFICULT TO WORK WITH, SO WE'VE PAIRED YOU TOGETHER. their month of fighting turned into years of cohesion. "let's hope everyone is as confident in us as we are."

“I promise, money won’t fix all your problems.”

he's making his way to the docks, decided last minute to throw a yacht party for some close friends. his shirt is open at the collar, expensive pair of sunglasses slotted in the middle. a playful smirk is already tugging at lips when he spots her, no attempt to hide his amusement. finds it rather endearing that she can't seem to get it to shut. " that umbrella’s giving you a run for your money, huh ? " he toys, his tone light and teasing as he reaches out to take it from her. with a quick motion, he closes the umbrella with ease. " guess it just requires a special touch. " as he hands it back to her, he glances over a the sun now getting ready to set before drifting his gaze back to alyssa. " is there anything else i can help with ? maybe even a drink to end the day on a better note ? "

where: the beach.

for: kingsley adamu.

dynamic: kingsley and alyssa.

𓍼⋆⊹ 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 : @dreamerfms

alyssa was walking back after a long day at the beach. she was trying to close up her umbrella and it kept getting stuck and like it was about to blow away. " hey ... sorry to bother you. " she started. " but would you mind closing this up for me? i don't know why i can't get it to work for some reason. because it was working perfectly fine before. i guess i'm just ... having an off day. "