Devi

˙ ˖ ✶ Devi

Kit would definitely have a talk to the friends who signed him up for this when he wasn't even trying to look for love at the moment. There wasn't a soul here that interested him in the slightest, and it seemed as if the dregs of the dating world had all piled up in one small venue. "This whole thing seems more like a craigslist add than anything else," Kit sighed, the level of exasperation he felt was reaching new heights but it made him chuckle knowing there was another in the same boat. "Shocking," Kit said he looked to where Devi's eyes had shifted their attention and he guessed the friend must've snagged the only good option in this whole place. "Truly I get that, I've been stuck with some of the worst, there was a ventriloquist who told me his puppet thought I was attractive. So do you wish to indulge in some adult beverages, meaning diet coke and leave this place or something. Because I don't believe I'll find my prince charming anywhere around here. Unless you'd like to stay and talk to ventriloquist man?"

Perhaps it wasn't the best thing to admit, but Devi was relieved the person who rescued her from the draining conversation was just as miserable as she was at this thing. "I think it's safe to say it does." Her face twisted in annoyance, not at the other, but at how the night played out so far. "No seriously, it's like some of the worst of the worst this city has to offer all decided to gather here tonight. I don't know how anyone is supposed to meet someone they're actually interested in here." To be fair, she wasn't necessarily looking. Her life was enough of a dumpster fire as it was without adding romance to it, and well, she wasn't even sure of the type of person she would be interested in with her previous relationships mostly consisting of partners her parents would approve of rather than people she had genuine interest in. "Then again, the friend I came here with seems to be doing okay." She sighed softly before turning her attention back to the other, "Thanks for helping me by the way. I don't think I could've stomached another conversation revolving around that guy's favorite sports team through another excoriating game again."

˙ ˖ ✶ Marcus

"You definitely should but then put a slutty picture as your icon so you'll get more traction. What do they call that? Thirst trapping?" Kit giggled, the idea of this sweet man thirst trapping people on twitter seemed so far fetched to him. "Your DM's would be flooded, and I can't even repeat some of the things they'd be saying to you, well I could but you'd probably lock me up somewhere because they're that unhinged," he mused. "Young vulnerable, very demure and very modest world renowned best selling author Kit Santos, caught in a risky adventure with would be hottest muscle baker in New York city. Is their passion just as decadent and sweet as their desserts or is it a spicy," Kit said dramatically as if he was reading the gossip blogs. "Not that any of it matters, I'd just rather not get you involved in any of my craziness, you're far too sweet and good for that," Kit could not find a single flaw in Marcus Thompson, try as he might there wasn't a single blemish in his personality. The man was a walking green flag, and whilst love was quite tricky and complicated given both their pasts, he was sure there were many around the city completely in love with his friend. "Hey, parents do love me! Plus Kit Thompson has a ring to it, but Marcus Santos sounds better or maybe we should hyphenate. I'm not signing a prenup by the way." Things were so easy like this with Marcus, Kit could always just relax and find the flow of words with such ease. Jokes, laughs, warm hugs, he was like the kindest fire that would always draw you in. He was safe, he was the safest place.

Kit was quick to bury himself in Marcus' embrace, his words completely muffled against the man's chest. If he could freeze time and just stay like this forever, he would. "It's just that the anniversary of my time in that place is coming up and I can't help but remember all my friends. To everybody else in the world they're just characters in a book series, but..they were my family when I was sick. I remember all the laughs and stories we would share when we were all in that home, how even through all the laughs we could see how each of us was terrified," Sifting through all the memories of his youth a tear found its way down his cheek as he looked up at Marcus. "I don't understand why I got a second chance, and I just hope I'm actually doing something meaningful with the memory of them." he sighed. "Sorry, I know this isn't the usual fun and happy Kit you're used to seeing."

Marcus chuckled softly. Wise wasn't a word he thought most people would label him with and when they did, it was likely because he just repeated sage advice his grandma gave him at one point. "I'll have to put that in my Twitter bio or something." He joked. The next comment from his friend pulled a louder laugh from him. "Okay, okay, you can ask me to bake you whatever at a more reasonable time then so the rumors don't get too out of hand. That'd be like, anti-wingmaning for you." The small moments in life where he could joke around with a friend like this were easily some of his very favorite. To him, those moments were what life was all about. "I think I have an aunt that would believe the tabloids and then the next thing I know, I'd be in the middle of a family meeting." Eloping itself wouldn't be the problem, his family would just be a little concerned if he actually did it within less than a year after his failed engagement. "I like to think no two people are quite alike." A small smile rested on his face. "Keeps things interesting and lets you learn a lot more from different people."

When the conversation turned a little more serious, Marcus reacted appropriately, offering all his attention to Kit. "You know I always have one of those for you." His arms stretched out to offer the other a hug. "I'm also always willing to listen if you ever need it, but I get it if that's also not what you need right now." He knew it was exhausting to talk about certain subjects if they felt too mentally or emotionally draining in that very moment.

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˙ ˖ ✶ Ana

"Alexa, play Banana by Anita." Kit said off to the side to particularly nobody but laughed at his friend. "I am well aware, miss hacker woman. You do realize I am filthy rich and I could fly us out somewhere? All you have to do is ask. Like yes I have a roommate but it's because I hate living alone. Ugh, how dare we not be at the Hamptons, we could totally reenact the movie white chicks, and find love there, whilst also stopping a crime."

"You should know by now that I am definitely bananas. How is that even a question?" Her nose wrinkled up for a moment and she shook her head. "Why are we not somewhere nice? Because we live in the real world and in this real world, this is where I live and the only option we have." She huffed. "Sorry I'm not rich enough to take you out to the Hamptons every time." The sarcasm was quite clear.

˙ ˖ ✶ Devi

"Exactly, like why wouldn't the two hottest people in New York city not have a life changing experience? What's more surprising is that we're here." Kit giggled thinking of how the fates had played their hand and somehow managed to put these two in the same place in this...let's call it an event. "Your mind is a dark place, and I kind of love it. He would probably caress my cheek with the puppets hand." At this he couldn't help but laugh at the mere image and scenario that was now playing in his head. "I know, time is truly just an illusion cause I still feel like I'm in my mid 20's and not about to be 30 years old." Nodding at the prospect of finally understanding what J-Lo's aforementioned and mysterious orange drink was, he was excited to make a new friend out of this horrible experience. "I'll let you handle it, last time I flirted with a straight man he wanted to elope."

Devi wasn't a huge horror fan, however, she had enough knowledge to catch the other's reference and laughed at it. "The worst part is that I could see something along those lines happening." She was perhaps being overdramatic, but she was sure the other dodged a bullet either way. "Oh my god, or like he continued to talk to you through the puppet while you guys were hooking up." She shuddered. Yeah, the duo was definitely getting out of here before the puppet man or anyone else could stop them for yet another encounter neither one of them wanted to be in. "I completely forgot about that. I was thinking this year was flying by, but looking back that whole thing feels like ages ago." She supposed time was just strange like that, sometimes feeling like there was never enough of it and other times dragging on at a snail's pace. "That would be something though. Maybe we could even figure out what orange drink she was even talking about." Maybe the night wasn't so bad now she had an entertaining companion. "I don't think we'll have to, but I'm not above batting my eyes to get some extra."