Noa Shrugs Her Shoulders Slightly, Knowing Smile Still Fixed In Place, " Something Like That. But I Do

noa shrugs her shoulders slightly, knowing smile still fixed in place, " something like that. but i do care, that's why i'm here. to ensure you don't end up lonely and miserable. " eyes narrow a moment later, trying to gauge his reaction as best she could, though he was more difficult to read than most. " okay, well, i'm still going to ask her because i don't take any mans word when it comes to other women. i mean, she's gorgeous, and i have a lot of highly successful people on my books. one of them could be her perfect match for all you know. " hands come onto her hips, slightly look of irritation now. she's come across many people hesitant to try out matchmaking, but he was by far the most challenging person to convince. " qualified ? it's called having a gift. i get results. you're just like— like the grinch of love, or something. but even he grew his heart in the end. and mark my words, fairbanks. you will too. "

apollo nods as she speaks, happy to know he doesn't actually give off friendly vibes. something only a troubled person could be happy about. "oh, so you know i don't want to talk about it, you just don't seem to care?" this actually isn't the first time someone has told him to smile. it was his teachers favorite thing to remind him. you're a handsome kid, but you'd be much more approachable if you smiled. he'd do what he was told, and it'd be believable, but it was always forced. "okay, well, i'm going to turn you down for nova. no way she'd be into that shit." he brushes off if that was going to happen it likely would have by now and ignores the feeling in his stomach at the idea of nova going on dates set up by noa braunstein. "way better at it? and what makes you so qualified?" although, he couldn't say she was completely wrong. he did make the wrong choice and FREQUENTLY.

" nobody actually likes avocado, man. no one can convince me it's not one big collective lie. people just say they like it because it makes them sound trendy. like, oh, look at me, i eat green mush and pretend it doesn’t taste like nothing. " he'll never understand the craze, though he's not exactly an expert. he's the type of person to easily burn toast, so he can't be expected to know good cuisine. " alright, let's go. less talking, more walking. still think we should have doordashe'd though. "

leon laughs, he doesn't know the difference between noodles and pasta either. "i have no idea," he says. smiling when the other agrees to a beer, the blond makes his way towards the front door. "alright, grumpy," he teases. "i didn't know you didn't like avocado. that's a rare breed, man. at least have tomato and mayo on it. or ketchup if that's more your style. anyway, i'm starving," he says. every time he gets the munchies, leon's stomach starts growling. sometimes it's annoying as fuck, especially if he's working or something. but now he's chilling with ace so it's fine.

" sarcasm, how original, " he mutters in reply, and it reeks of hypocrisy. sarcasm could very well be kai's middle name. at the question, he lazily pulls out his phone, glances at the empty bars on his screen and shoves it back into his pocket. he's not the type to freak out, not over something like this. he's had far worse things go wrong. this feels like nothing. " nope, no signal. but hey, maybe if we hold hands and chant a prayer to the wifi gods they'll give us just enough to get us out of here, " he adds, can't help the amused smirk upon his face as he pokes fun as he holds his hands out and closes his eyes, opening them back up a second later, retreating with a huffed out laugh. " if you wanna hulk-out, go right ahead. personally i think i'll just sit here and wait for the professionals to do their thing. preferably in silence. " his back meets the cold metal, and it isn't long before he's sliding his back down it, getting comfy on the floor. isn't like he's in any real rush to get to work.

''hah, look at you, so clever.'' the sarcasm was palpable in his voice, shaking his head slightly as he went on to keep pressing the buttons somehow doing as told before it occurred to him he could google everything related to this brand of elevators. staying quiet for the next few minutes while he researched the brand, taking a deep breath once it became clear to him how old the elevator and the system were, effectively rendering whatever plan he had useless. ''do you have any signal?'' he didn't, but somehow was hoping his companion did. ''listen, if all else fails, we're gonna have to push these doors open so I hope you're ready to stop pretending.'' he joked.

closed ft. @sunshinesfm

kai stares, blinks, is quiet for a moment before he let's out an exasperated sigh. " yeah, so most of that went completely over my head. you really never learned to chill out, did you ? "

               kingsley raises an eyebrow, his signature smirk already tugging at the corner of his mouth as he leans back casually in his chair. “ easy there, tiger, ” responds with an amused chuckle, trying to figure out where this conversation is going. " before i go encouraging you to use violence, i might need a little more detail. who are we talking about ? "

               anger  was  an  emotion  that  cami  knew  well,  especially  when  it  involved  a  competition  —  although  most  competitions  happened  within  her  mind  rather  than  communicated  with.  “  she’s  five  feet  of  insidious  snark  with  a  side  ponytail,  and  i  just  wanna  grab  it  and  i  wanna  yank  it  really,  really  hard.  ”     +     @dreamerfms

closed ft. @delightfms

" i'm trying to decide if i want this to be a standard cup of coffee or if i want someone to have accidentally poured half a bottle of whiskey into it, " ponders with a sardonic smile, sporting a very obvious hangover. kai takes a tentative sip and his expression falls from hopeful to disappointed. " well, look at that. guess i'm soberin' up. people in this town are no fun. "