𝚂𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 ⁽¹⁴¹⁾ ᴿᴵᴸᴱʸ.

@Bravo6d |  ... JUST NEEDED THE COMPANY.

Then why ‘re you here?   Is it something important?

@Bravo6d |   NOT IN THE CONTRACT TO ASK FOR HUGS, PRICE.

—     guess who's back from their vacation??

❛❛    AUGH═ㅤ═    […]    HORRIBLE JOKE.  CAN’T STAND IT.  LET THE DREAM LIVE,  LOOK ‘N WATCH CAREFULLY.  LARA TAUGHT ME THIS.  Y’KNOW,  SI.  RO ISN’T GOING TO DESPISE YA FOR STRUGGLING A BIT.  WE ALL DO.  SHE’LL APPRECIATE  THAT Y’ TRIED.  ❜❜         john soothes,  taking the needle from his grip.   it’s a slow process of ducking in and out. but once he shows the first few steps,  simon gives it a try.

@Bravo6d *   ( the lieutenant grumbles under his breath, eyes glinting with a slight agitation as he surrenders the needle, the somewhat long point dwarfed in his hand. the teddy bear sat in his other hand, the stitching sloppy. the vague guilt of not being able to fix the bear weighed slightly on his mind.  )     HARDER THAN IT LOOKS. MY PLANS OF RETIRING AND BECOMING AN SEAMSTRESS ARE SEEMINGLY CRUMBLING.   ( he grins at his unintentional pun, though his mask hides it well. the only giveaway of his expression is his eyelids slightly shifting. ) 

❛❛    THE MORE I LOOK AT IT ═ㅤ═    […]    THE STUPIDER YOU LOOK.  GIVE ME THE NEEDLE ALREADY,  AT LEAST LET ME SHOW YOU THE STEPS.    ❜❜   simon is transfixed on worn down teddy bear within his grasp.  now,  price has no idea why his daughter insisted that 〞uncle casper 〞had to fix up her beloved stuffie.  but he was surely determined.  

⌖     F⃨R⃨O⃨M⃨,   CAPTAIN
            PRICE   […]    R⃨E⃨F⃨E⃨R⃨R⃨E⃨D⃨
            T⃨O⃨, LIEUTENANT RILEY.  
            
             ▊   ★    JOHN’S FINGERS TAP ALONG TO THE BEAT,  humming along with the lyrics.   A small smile graces his face.  A cigar  &.  Cigarette sits between the pair,  along with their wired buds. Split between the two of them.  They’re still buzzing with liquor,  the sound of music from the pub still blaring through out the night.  They’re sat on concrete tonight, with their drinks of choice sat besides them on the sidewalk.   PASSERBY EYE THE PAIR,  CHUCKLING AT THE SIGHT.  
            
            ❛❛     […]     ‘M   glad.   Glad    you  came  out    tonight,   Si.    Can   you   add   it    to   our  playlist ﹖    It’s   real   nice ═ㅤ═  What   else  do   you    have   for   me,   hm﹖    ❜❜

@Bravo6d •••  PET SHOP BOYS... THINK IT MIGHT BE 'WEST END GIRLS' SPECIFICALLY. 

@141simon     ➲      YOU CAN ASK TO DIE,  BUT YOU’LL STAY ALIVE   …    THE MASK?   IT’S TO BURY THOSE DEMONS INSIDE OF YOU.  GHOSTS.  EVEN, YOU NEED IT.    [   price   drops  it   on  simon’s  lap.  he’s  ready  to  go,  it’s  feeling  like  started   pushing  the  limit  of  his  stay.   he  leaves  riley  tomorrow,  after  a  month  of  sticking  by  his  side  and  teaching   him  the  ropes.  attachment  would   kill   them   in  their  field   of   work,  john  wasn’t   even   sure   what   possessed   him  to  say  (or)   do  this.   ]     TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF RILEY.  AND STAY ALIVE

@Bravo6d •••   ( leather gloves creak as simon balls up his fist tersely. living for someone? that was all he did up until this point, wasn't it? he lived for his family. the family who are now in eternal sleep, backs pressed to a silver tray in a cold box. a new life died that day, too. there is no legacy anymore. there is no 'simon riley' anymore. brown eyes dart towards the mask-- a skull-- and he can't help but feel his throat tighten and his teeth clench. )    NO ONE TO LIVE FOR ANYMORE. NO LEGACY TO UPHOLD. THE DEATH WISH IS ALL I HAVE.   ( he's plain with his words, voice grating against his throat. simon-- if that's who he is-- looks at the mask once again. still the same skull. it is made of a tough plastic, almost as if it were custom made. it was made for the battlefield. )   ...  WHAT IS IT FOR? THAT MASK, I MEAN.    ( he asks anyway, humouring price. he knows that he'd want to explain it. ) 

@141simon     ➲      Y’ SOUND LIKE A YOUNGER ME.    [   awful,  sure.   but  true.    price’s  figure  finds  a  home  against  simon’s  door  frame.  a  mask  remains  in  the  elders   hands.  skeletal,   &  ghost  like.  there’s  a  connection  to  the  pale  skin  illuminated  by  a  pale  light.    the freckles   etched   onto  his  skin  gleam  with  familiarity.   he’s  like  graham—  just  a  mere  boy.   ]    Y’ DON’T WANT THAT.  DON’T WANT THAT AT ALL,   …     BESIDES,  HOW WOULD YOU EVER MAKE IT UP FOR YOURSELF?  YOUR OWN LEGACY?   IF YOU CAN’T LIVE FOR SOMEONE ELSE, LIVE FOR YOURSELF.    [   price  settles  down  next  to  simon,  there’s  a  notable  distance.  &   mask  in  hand.  ]   I’M LEAVING TOMORROW.   I WANTED TO GIVE YOU THIS.