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a short laugh escapes her, more so over how desperate she must appear. old enough to tell her parents she no longer desires to have them in her life in any capacity, yet often when it comes to her mother she still feels partially voiceless. " sadly i don't think climbing out the window would do the trick, but a spill just might. " appearances were everything to the campbell's, there was no way her mother would allow a piece of expensive clothing to potentially stain. nova sighs, clearly trying to shake the weight of it but tension still lingers. " i sound crazy, don't i ? "
cheeks suck themselves, a sense of confusion on her face before letting facial features relax. “ i’m — what ? ” the question is repeated within their mind, taking a moment to fully digest what is being asked of them before slowly shrugging a shoulder. “ like i’ve had women come up and ask me to help end their date early, if that’s what you mean. i’ve come to know many tricks to make it end, including spilling stuff on said date, lying about a family emergency and helping them climb through the bathroom window. ”
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. ”
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
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" hey, " kai begins, smirk tugging at his freshly bust lip, hands raising up in defence, " i want to be good, life's just not letting me. but in my defence, he fuckin' started it. "
he fucking hates being social, yet all too often he can be found at parties much like this one. usually on his own, one too many drinks in, five sheets to the wind. tonight is no different, though he's not quite at the point of no return just yet. eyes narrow when he hears the other speak, lips slightly pursed. there's a pause, another gulp of throat-burning liquid consumed before he shrugs. " 'm not sure whose conversation you're picking up exactly, but i sure as shit didn't say anything. " amusement soon curls lips, " that wasted you're imagining stuff now ? 'cause if so, i'll have some of what you're drinkin'. "
the red solo cup is within her grasp, only a couple sips left and the fuzziness is almost beginning to take hold. standing against the wall, shes barely focused on the conversation at hand but managed to butt in at the last second ... simply feeling everyones eyes on her. “ hm ? oh .. i'm not hitting much of anything these days. ” theres a silence in the air, clearly not listening to the right parts of the conversation. “ sorry, i heard something about hitting and went with it ... i haven't been listening. ” + @palmviewstarters
" climbing out the window would be obvious, and i fear would only make matters worse in this case. i do that, she shows up at my door. i've done a good job of keeping her out of my space, i want to keep it that way. " because it finally feels like she can breathe, think for herself, figure out her own life plan. " she gets something spilled on her and has to sit there looking anything less than perfect ? she's out of my hair until the next time she passes through town. " there's a relief in being told she doesn't sound crazy, a sigh quietly escaping. already she can feel a familiar tenseness wash over her. can't wait to get the entire thing over and done with.
“ climbing out the window wouldn’t help but spilling some wine on someone would do the trick ? ” growing up in a well known family, elena knew enough about appearances, however the de lucas were vastly different than most families — supporting their children no matter what. allowing elena to wear a crop top and ripped jeans to a nice establishment because they were feeling confident, or going to a family reunion in a stained t-shirt and shorts for comfort; never having to worry entirely about the opinions of others. “ no, you don’t sound crazy, it’s just a different hierarchy of avoidance that we have. ” they state with a chuckle.
it probably is bullshit. sometimes he thinks he was made to be forever self-sabotaging. a fatal-flaw inside of him. " i was minding my business, some people just don't know how to grow the fuck up, " he states, no attempt to be quiet about it. it seemed even after almost a decade, there were still people from high school who thought the past was a joke. kai holds back a wince as they place the ice-pack to his lip, shrugs. " yeah, " kai let's out a chuckle, " if my sisters taught me anything in life, it's how to hit people where it really hurts. " when he glances at elena, his expression barely changes, but there's a spark of thanks behind his gaze. " you don't have to do that, you know . . . it's just a busted lip, no real harm. i'm good. "
“ do you ? because i think that’s bullshit with the amount of times i’m finding you in a predicament like this. ” they state, swatting the hand away before putting ice back on the busted lip. “ did you at least get one good hit in ? ”
spirits. now that has his attention. ace shakes his head, leans forward to rest his chin in the palm of his hand. " nope. never had it. the soaked in spirits part almost makes it sound appealing, but it's cake, so i'm i'm gonna assume it's in no way gonna get me buzzed. therefore, it's kinda pointless. " he keeps listening, look of pure disgust crossing his features when elena reminds him of morning runners. ace is active, fit in his own right, mostly due to the fact that he takes his dog on long walks multiple times a day. but running ? before the crack of dawn ? well, that sounds like pure hell. " someone should really look into these people. i can't be sure, but there's at least a solid 88.8% chance that they may be alien lifeform. " he's deadass serious too, blinks as he tries to imagine getting out of bed before the sun had even decided to wake up. " oh yeah, of course. the question is, are you ? " his hopeful gaze meets theirs, slight hold of his breath in anticipation.
there’s a pause in their chewing, looking towards ace with a slightly narrowed and confused gaze. “ — you’ve never had fruit cake ? ” the question lingers momentarily. “ the cake … with candied fruits and nuts … soaked in spirits ? ” a de luca staple after their father became obsessed with it during a high profile case that took place in the united kingdom. “ you don’t have to have raisins in it … i don’t think. i’ve never had raisins in mine but my siblings also hate the dried taste of them. ” shoulders shrug before taking a sip of the warm coffee still sitting in her mug. “ i’m sure some people do, i mean those that have adult jobs or those that go running before the sun comes up … apparently they exist. ” another shrug of the shoulders. “ so you’re a cold pizza fan ? ” a beat, gaze staring at him intensely as they wait for the answer.