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it’s not the conversation a tipsy ace is expecting as he makes his way over to to them, fully about to ask for his towel back when they begin to speak. a nervous laughter flows, because to some degree they have a point. “ uh, yeah, we’re the worst. even when we don’t intend to be. ” the idea of love is something that quite frankly terrifies him, which for a guy who forms a lot of crushes, isn’t ideal. but sadly events from his childhood have made him wary. with a slow sigh, ace moves to occupy the spot beside elena. “ everyone’s got their issues, i guess. ”

               the  sound  of  the  waves  was  calming,  body  leaned  back  on  a  towel  that  definitely  wasn’t  theirs  but  who  were  they  to  just  leave  a  lonely  towel  be  ?  besides,  it  was  whoevers  fault  for  leaving  it  unattended  for  as  long  as  they  have;  elena  practically  making  it  their  own  by  waving  company  over  and  beginning  a  conversation  with  barely  any  sustenance.  “  you  know  —  tell  a  man  i  hate  you,  you  have  the  best  sex  of  your  life.  tell  a  man  i  love  you  …  you’ll  probably  never  see  him  again.  ”     +     @dreamerfms

" so . . . have you ever had any customers pay you a big tip to help end their dinner plans early ? ” curious and planning, parents set to make a stop-off in town and she’s willing to do just about anything to make sure the dinner she’ll no doubt be talked into having with them is as short as possible. the less time spent around them, the better her overall mindset. closed ft. @lcthariox

he's greatly amused, nodding his head in absolute agreement. " cake is good no matter what time of day it is. i mean, who even decided cake was a dessert ? breakfast, lunch, dinner— it's all just social construct. just another way to try and control us. " grin spreads, body dinking back into his seat like he's said something profound. " you know what else is great ? breakfast for dinner. i'm telling you, pancakes at night just hit different. you can't beat it. "

               fork  doesn’t  hesitate,  grip  tight  as  they  stab  into  the  moistened  layers  with  a  slight  huff;  creaminess  hitting  tastebuds  in  the  best  way  before  hues  look  towards  the  person  across  from  them.  “  —  and  if  eating  cake  is  wrong,  i  don’t  want  to  be  right.  ”  even  if  it  was  nine  thirty  in  the  morning.     +     @dreamerfms