prodiqal
/ cb <3
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ohbunnys
it’s a white elephant gift, no biggie.
nemeseias
i told you a shower would make you feel better.
/ post-shampooing
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ID : reva, @nemeseias * a small, almost nervous shrug. oz hadn't thought that far ahead— that much is obvious. * i, uh... i dunno. 's j— y'know. 's how it's s'posed t' be.
nemeseias
*sierra leaned into the touch, not even letting herself be surprised or shocked: she smiled at oz, her hand coming up to rest over his.* and how are you going to do that, babe?
prodiqal
ID : reva, @nemeseias yeah, i d— do. i'd still be... um. i'd still b-be stinkin' if y— y'know. didn't dr-drag me in. * he automatically leans backward, shaky hand threading through sierra's dark hair. * ... you sh— shouldn't have to, th-though. i should b— be takin' care. of you.
nemeseias
that’s a beautiful song you’re playing. what’s it called?
/ she has an upright piano in her apartment so slay
prodiqal
ID : reva, @nemeseias mhm. i didn't st... start talkin' 'til i wuh-was, like, thirteen, n' m'mum— she... she wanted me t' have some t... um, type of way t' ex-express myself. or somethin'.
prodiqal
ID : reva, @nemeseias ... uh, o-okay. i'll p— um, 's... 's rachmaninoff. pr— prélude in, uh, c-sharp muh-minor.
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/ cb! mwah <33
ohbunnys
i can get rid of your stutter if you want.
ohbunnys
i can get rid of it. it’s psychological, a nerves thing in the brain — i can fix your brain.
nemeseias
you called?
nemeseias
yes, but — *a pause, a quiet sigh. she undid the ribbon, then began to (carefully) remove the wrapping paper.* i didn’t get you anything. i feel bad.
bludexploit
back off, yeah?
prodiqal
/ cb <33
shewhowent
you’re really just gonna let that happen?
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ID : ???, @thatsallin * what's his name? christ, oz doesn't know if he should lie or tell the truth or some unknown third option buried in his stomach. he swallows the lump in his throat, watching the end of his cigarette burn. * ... oz. * it's not technically a lie— a nickname that hasn't been used in years is still something he'll respond to. that's all a name is, after all. * liv— livin' here? i-i j... um. just m-moved here fr— from an e-even /bigger/, um, shit hole, s-so... 's n— not too bad. yet. ( ... ) y-you?
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@prodiqal, [and she’s quiet now. only watching him, it could almost be considered as judgmental by the way she watches as he handles the cigarette, not to mention how awkward he was. WAS EVERYONE IN GOTHAM THIS ECCENTRIC? WHILE EVERYONE CERTAINLY WERE STRANGE, HE TOOK THE CAKE. for now at least.] what’s your name? [the cigarette’s offered, noticing the search for a lighter which has an amused smile cross her lips. taking out her own cigarette, held in — between her fingers before reaching over, a small grunt leaving as she’s leaning in. unbothered by their proximity, and out of convenience has the end of the cigar press to his. lighting it finally, and then she pulls away as quick as she leaned forward.] you like livin’ here in this shit can? seems miserable. including the people.
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ID : ???, @thatsallin y... yeah. please. * a nod, & a notch is added on to a mental tally of all the cigarettes he owes to different people— it's upwards of a hundred now, he thinks. maybe two hundred. whatever it is, regardless of if said cigarette was smoked immediately or shoved in to the bottomless pit of his pockets, oz doesn't think he should add another to the list. still, he takes the offered cig with a quiet word of gratitude, sticking it between his lips & searchi!g for a light. *