Kingsley Raises An Eyebrow, His Signature Smirk Already Tugging At The Corner Of His Mouth As He Leans

               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. "

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

“ i hear hypnotherapy works wonders. or meditation. anything has to be worth a try. ” noa takes the phone from leon, manicured fingers typing quickly. so used to being on her own device she thinks she could navigate one with her eyes closed. “ cute, ” she responds, slight roll of her eyes before she types in her name, cupid in brackets after. with a bright smile she hands the phone back and takes a breath. “ okay, well, i’ve got to run. places to be, lives to change. but you’ll be hearing from me soon. i suggest you answer when i call because i’m impossible to ghost. toodles, ” she adds, gives a small wave before she’s walking off.

"tried 'em. don't work," leon shrugs and then chuckles at the thought of her knowing him better than he does. is it really possible? the blond is very prone to oversharing. he loves it. telling stories is so fun, it also sometimes makes him make sense of things in another light. "cool, thank you." the man takes out his phone, there aren't any new messages or mails or any sort of notifications. it's a little disappointing. nonetheless, he opens the keypad and hands it over. "just type non-smoking cupid and i'll know it's you," leon teases.

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."

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.  ”