" Honestly, Ronen, I Don't Really Care What It Is As Long As I'm Well Dressed, " She Begins, Soft Shrug

" 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."

he likes her company, her willingness to throw around ideas. sometimes it's good to have an outside perspective from someone who isn't deeply involved, who can see a vision without thinking about the money signs. " ah, well that's true. sweet treats are in high demand year round, you're probably busier than me. " which again, makes him grateful she took the time to step out with him today. if there's one thing about kingsley, it's that he likes to give thanks where it's due, repay the favour. " you know, i wouldn't feel right about not thanking you properly, " he adds, hand coming up to his chest as a playful smirk begins to form, " i think i owe you a nice dinner for your ideas. lunch, at the very least. what do you say, think you can pencil me into your busy schedule later this week ? "

she knows exactly what a poor family dynamic could be like. and that wasn't something she would've wished on anybody. it was hard and she definitely couldn't fault him for not wanting to talk about things that were super personal such as that. " you think so, huh? well, let me just say. that's really sweet of you to say. " she smiled happily at his kind compliment towards her. hadley wasn't an interior designer but she did like to think that she could have some really good tips at times. " right? who wouldn't like the sound of that? it sounds like such a nice idea. at least it did in my own head, anyways. it could be such a fun hangout spot too, you know? especially when it comes to your super close friends. " the options for kingsley and this place was very much unlimited. " me? a job in real estate? no... i haven't ever really thought about it. i have the bakery and that keeps me busy as it is. " she responded. " but... i'll have to keep it in the back of my mind possibly. i'm not entirely a professional! just a girl who has some good ideas from time to time. brainstorming ideas is always the fun part about these kinds of things."

playful smirk grows at her words. " it’s all about the technique, " he responds, quick wink as she takes the item back. " years of practice, you know. or maybe it’s just my knack for making things look effortless. " there's a quick glance towards the horizon, sky a beautiful array of golden colours. it's a perfect night. " alright, well how about some nice, crisps champagne ? we've got plenty of it on the yacht, " he adds, hands coming down on her shoulders, gently turning her in the right direction before he's pointing it out. " or i can even whip you up a nice cocktails. whatever is going to help you get over the umbrella trauma, " he teases, before making a move to help with her items.

alyssa adjusted her sunglass on the top of her head. and wiped some of the sweat that was forming on her forehead at the heat. this surely was one of the hottest days of the year and she needed to go and get water. " are you kidding.. yes! i'm about to just say the hell with it and leave it here. i can always just go and buy a new one. " she laughed. " this is so not fun for me. " alyssa blinked in annoyance at herself when she saw that kingsley was able to do it with such a sudden ease. " how did you? just do that? i swear i was struggling with that thing for almost a good five minutes until i saw you show up. " she playfully shakes her head as she takes it back to him. " yeah? you know what... i could totally use a drink right about now. i am sweating from this heat right now and you can never go wrong with something very, very ice cold. "

he nods, in agreement until he isn't. stops a little dramatically and there's a look of sheer horror on his face. " define fruit cake ? are we talking actual chunks of fruit in the cake, or are we talking, like . . . a nice strawberry filling ? 'cause i don't fuck with dried fruit in my cake like that. raisins look like tiny little rat turds. " ace listens intently now, because of course this is the kind of conversation he tunes into. " okay, first of all, people actually wake up at six in the morning ? that itself should be illegal. and second of all, i agree, and i really don't get it because, realistically, pizza always tastes better in the morning. especially when it's been left in the box from the night before and it's cold. double points if you're hungover, because everything tastes better when you're hungover. that's just fact. "

               the  sweetness  of  the  cake  makes  tastebuds  burst  with  happiness,  a  soft  moan  of  satisfaction  vibrates  their  throat  while  looking  towards  ace.  “  i  think  cake  is  adaptable  —  why  can’t  one  have  fruit  cake  for  breakfast  ?  and  i’m  sure  as  intelligent  humans,  we  can  figure  out  a  way  to  make  one  that  is  associated  with  lunch.  ”  they  state  with  a  smirk,  dipping  their  fork  into  the  icing  before  licking  it  off  the  fork.  “  see,  i  agree  but  the  idea  of  breakfast  for  supper  is  an  extreme  double  standard …  like  it’s  acceptable  to  have  pancakes  at  seven  at  night  but  having  pizza  at  six  in  the  morning  is  frowned  upon.  ”

Maude Apatow  on Late Night with Seth Meyers wearing vintage Thierry Mugler.

the comment causes her grin to widen, a true sense of warmth. " well, at this rate it seems like my soulmate might not come until my next lifetime, so if that's the case marrying my platonic one seems like the only suitable option. " besides, she really wouldn't mind spending the rest of her life with poppy by her side— plans to do so anyway, with or without marriage. " right ? so soft, i need it. which colour would you want ? they have black, oyster— which is really more of a subtle pink, very chic— navy, caramel or ivory, though i'll be honest the ivory is very much giving bride-to-be vibes. probably not the best choice for avid red wine drinkers. " noa sits on her knees on the bed, opens up the lid of the skincare tub, gently scoops some of the mask onto the brush. when poppy's words sink in, her eyes gloss over, lip slightly pouted. " poppy, " her voice is soft, emotion clear. " it's eight in the morning, why are you trying to make me cry ? " teases, begins to put the mask onto the others skin. " i'm thankful for you too. sometimes i think knowing i'm coming back here to you is the only thing that stops me from having, like, fifty breakdowns per day. let's promise, right here and now, to never, ever, let anything come between us, okay ? also, don't be alarmed if your face tingles a little. it happened to me when i first used it too. but the next day ? glow like you've never seen before. totally worth it. "

poppy watched noa spring into action, soft smile on her lips. "i'd marry you if you'd let me." she teased, sitting up a little straighter as noa gathered all of the necessities. "no i was literally looking at those during my usual nightly doomscroll.. they look so fucking comfy." the redhead hums softly as she takes a sip of her coffee, grabbing the headband from the other as she comes back over. its their usual routine and she absolutely loves it. she doesn't know how she did without noa. the two meshed so quickly right away and it really made poppy feel like she actually had a sister. slipping the headband on, she grinned brightly at the other. "hey, im thankful for you. know that ?? and not just for your amazing skincare assistance.. im thankful i've got the most amazing best friend ever."