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@kingsarc         ..oh can we not?

@draqeir  trying to find inner peace. you know? breathe in, breathe out.    [it was more a joke, a frustrated sigh escapes past his lips.]    not that i did a lot of that, i thought i could let out some pent up rage in here but i didn’t think anyone would come in here afterwards.

@crowrest        [he takes one look between the vase and the shards sticking out of keon’s knuckles,  rather than pointing them out,  opting to instead nod his head with a grin]   right.  no,  you’re ..   totally not capable.   sometimes i like to take a stroll,  and rediscover rooms i forgot about around here.    this one was the first one i came across,  so here i am.    what are you doing in here?

@draqeir  does it really look like i was capable of that?    [he lightly sucks in his teeth, mouth opening with a small pop as he clicks his tongue. it was clear keon was lying, with the shards of glass stick in between his skin. knuckles painted by a light bruise and blood staining his own skin.]    exercising restraint. i’ll pay for the vase, what are you doin’ in here anyways?

♱ ׂ   @draqeir,      still! i’d feel bad that i left you in the dust just like that,      even with a head start.. 

@kingsarc           im not a sore loser,  nate.  or a cry baby,  for that matter

@draqeir  of course i was.    [the other replied, blue irises soon flickering over to the blonde. noticing the rather deadpan expression, offering a wry smile.]    okay, okay. my head was in the cloud, alright? now can you say it again, i’m sorry.

@atecrow              is it..   were you listening?   :/

*  Eheh

@atecrow    *    OW?????

@sinicides           just taste it.    you’ll be surprised.

i’m not.  i won’t.  i can’t.  this is despicable. 

@sinicides     ℘　 ̨　 i tried it first!   your turn.

@roarique       *       had to do it to em 

@2beruined,         that’s  sort  of  what  throws  me  off  about  them,     but  what  can  i  really  do?     [   it  was  clear  from  the  disdain  in  his  voice,    he  was  not  a  fan  of  parties  at  all.     functions  were  far  from  malcom's  thing,    considering  how  loud  and  chaotic  they  were  in  his  experience.    but  sitting  here  with  the  crowley  boy,     his  lips  curving  into  the  smallest  bits  of  a  reciprocated  smile,     he  had  to  consider  maybe  they  weren’t  all  that  bad.    ]       yeah,   of  course  i  am.    i'd  be  bored  out  of  my  mind  if  you  didn’t  come.     ..'cause  i  like  sitting   &    talking  with  you  too,    nathan.  

@vecordiae 
            doesn’t  that  ever  get   …   tiring?      by  then,    i’d  be  tired  of  all  the  parties.     [      even  with  the  music   &   the  crowd  talking  in  the  back     —nathan  could  still  hear  malcom  clearly.     a  smile  creased  at  his  lips,     which  had  only  really  appeared  upon  the  others  company.    ]        you  are?      ..  thanks,    malcom.      i’m  glad  i  came     —i  like  sitting  talking.      with  you. 

@2beruined,       tons  of  fights.   im  surprised  one  hasn’t  just  broken  out  yet.   [   he  listens  attentively  to  the  crowley's  response,    offering  a  small  nod  by  the  end.  ]     yeah,    they’re  not  really  my  thing  either.     which  is  ironic,     considering  there’s  one  in  my  house  every  other  weekend   …    im  glad  you  came  tonight,    though.