Closed Ft. @delightfms

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. "

" honestly, ronen, i don't really care what it is as long as i'm well dressed, " she begins, soft shrug of shoulders. " i have the closet of dreams, and that makes me so happy i could actually cry. " and she has before, with zero shame. " sure, i'm in one piece, but that doesn't take away from the fact that someone got into my space like that. it's like someone jumping on stage while you're doing your thing, you know ? i'd be furious on your behalf. " he continues and she scoffs, would throw something at him if the item currently in her hands wasn't so valuable to her. " people with real taste, something you so clearly lack. sometimes i wonder how we're even twins. " the mention of their father strikes a small nerve, but she holds it back. their parents weren't always a fun conversation topic. always felt best to avoid it where possible. " just because i like buying clothes and spending money doesn't mean i don't live in the real world. last time i checked, i wasn't in a simulation. " as the topic turns to his closet, her mind begins to swim. already she's envisioning his fall looks, though she's certain he won't wear them as she plans. still, it won't stop her from buying the items regardless. " well, sounds to me like you're in need of a clear out. it's good to mix things up every now and again, the same old gets boring fast. " as she folds the sweater away and places it back in the bag like it's her most prized possession, she glances across at him with a curious stare. " so, do you have any life updates for me ? any girls on the scene i should know about ? because you haven't been on a date in a while. it's almost the holidays, which means it's the perfect time to get out there. "

"you may call it prevention therapy, i'll call it economy building." his sister had always been a big spender-- she'd never needed an excuse. however, he shouldn't judge too harshly. he could be a pretty big spender himself. he told himself it was different, though. a grand romantic gesture versus a new pair of shoes... just didn't seem even in his eyes. "well, you're standing here in front of me... in one piece. talking about spending money. you seem pretty normal to me, so... not too sure what i should be worried about? unless someone has trained a robot to be EXACTLY like you... that'd be kinda sick, actually." although, if anyone had enough knowledge on noa to program a robot, it would be ronen. "and who said you looked cute? just so i can recommend them a good eye doctor. and hey, the real world is different. not everyone is going to make it as easy for you as dad did."

ronen can't help but laugh as she holds up the sweater, making it clear she had been the victorious one. "you didn't want sympathy, but you wanted me to be concerned... all that for you to have the sweater on your person? no way anyone could've programmed a robot this good. also, i think i've got enough clothes. like, i'm pretty sure my closet might burst."

               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

kingsley’s smirk widens as he leans against the counter, clearly enjoying the back and forth. " i suppose i’ll have to work hard to disprove those rumours then, won't i ? " he teases, tone light and playful. " well, you're the guest, so the choice is yours. you've got limited options, though. " he moves around the kitchen, peaking into the fridge and cupboards. " we've got fresh bread, eggs, bacon, some avocado. i think i might even have some pancake mix around here somewhere. " there's a hint of mischief in his eyes as he glances over his shoulder at the other male, waits for an answer. " what'll it be, sunshine ? "

his hands wrap around the mug passed to him. "i think i may be able to handle you long enough for breakfast. i'll still spread the rumors about you being a bad host though." he teased, small smirk on the corner of his lips. this wasn't something that happened a lot for him. whether it was coming over here or bringing someone home, most of the time someone was making quick exit. there was no time for conversations or pleasantries, let alone breakfast. rhodes took a sip from the mug, soft hum leaving his lips before he placed the mug back down. "what are we making ??"

it's the only time you'll witness him be fully quiet, deeply engrossed in what he's doing. art truly his saving grace over the years, an outlet for his thoughts, emotions. it's been nice to find a friend with a similar interest. it's comfortable here with ronnie. her words filter in and he blinks, eyes feeling a little fuzzy. " i don't know if it's the hunger that's making me feel a little light-headed, or the fact i've been holding in a pee for at least the last hour, " he muses, and when he finally glances across at her, he's nodding. " yeah, yep . . . a break feels very necessary. you wanna order some food ? i'm so hungry even the paints starting to look edible. "

@dreamerfms // ronnie's loft

splatters of paint covered her hands, the apron around ronnie's waist giving little refuge from the canvas in front of her. the break in concentration reminded her of ace's presence in the room, head shooting up to make sure he hadn't left. "how's it goin over there ?" she called out, hoping the distraction would be welcome. long nights were common for these two, enabling each other to work until their hands couldn't take it any longer. "maybe we should take a break. i almost forgot i was a person for a second there."

" hey, even superheroes have flaws okay ? we can't all be perfect. and if i'm on a late night snack run and there's only one pack of sour gummies left, then they're going home with me. " he's only half-joking, though he does take his snack game very seriously. " well, i still think pausing time would be the best one regardless of moral stance, but in the name of switching it up . . . i'd say reality manipulation. being able to make people see things that aren't really there would come in useful, you know, hypothetically. what about you ? "

poppy smirks softly, listening to ace explain why he chose the power to pause. "i know you said it wouldn't be in an evil way.. but if you think about it, really think about it, taking the last of a favorite snack off a shelf right as someone else is about to grab it screams chaotic evil, does it not ??" the redhead let out a soft laugh. it really wasn't all that serious, but funny to really think about. "kidding, kidding.. switch it though. if you were a villain, what power or strength would you want ??"