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“I dunno. I’m not used to manager stuff. My best friend owns the restaurant, best friend in here not my outside world best friend, and I needed a job so he let me take it. I know lots about food so it made sense,” Card laughed, “but it’s numbers and stock and being the person people come to when things go wrong.” Really he should have known all this when taking the job, but nothing bad done wrong yet, so he couldn’t complain. “Oh…” suddenly he felt awkward for bringing it up, “sorry, I didn’t realise…” he cleared his throat, “but that’s wild, can’t see why anyone would hate you. You seem like the coolest dude.”

malcolm's eyebrow raised slightly. "why wouldn't things work out at the restaurant? don't get me wrong we obviously need another trainer just wondering if it's not a good fit there or something." people can clash especially their personalities and maybe he was a little nosey too. "oh, uh no not really, depends on you would ask but always felt like we hated each other instead." he admitted rubbing the back of his neck.

#ghostsbrokenbyfairytales #Cardelle // Malcolm #Event // Art Festival

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Purpose. That was such a foreign concept to Dodger. So much of his life had been simply existing, doing less than the bare minimum and still getting by. Surviving. Now, things were different, and Nathan’s reassurance through his own experience was comforting. “Sober is good! Really good! Congratulations,” Dodger patted Nathan’s knee, “can’t have been easy for you?”

It circled back to him, and he couldn’t help the sense of pride that swelled, despite not enjoying talking about himself, he always loved talking about his relationship with Jay. “It’s scary. Responsibility y’know? I’m not used to that. But we discussed it, me and Phoenix, after she asked, and we came to a sort of agreement. I didn’t want it to feel like I was replacing Bradley, but he said this is different enough to not feel like that on his end.” Dodger grinned, dropping the barely started cigarette to the ground and stamping it out. “I think after everything with the quake, it sort of…cemented our position. Shows that I need to be there for them. She’s learning Turkish, never asked her to but she’s adamant she wants to. And I let her skip school some mornings so we can go to the arcade, or the diner for milkshakes. Think that makes me the fun dad now, right?”

Dodger gave pause, a slight glittering of a tear in his eyes. “I never thought I’d end up like this y’know? Never saw something like this happening for me. It’s a lot…but it’s nice.”

"by all means hearing your life story still counts as a normal conversation." nathan said chuckling. he did nod at him and could actually agree about something makes them feel like they have a purpose. "i do get it though, honestly it's the reason why i even got this job cause it makes me feel like i got a purpose too." sure they were different reasons but it was the same feeling.

"nothing new with me except i got sober, that's really been it." it was a bigger accomplishment than he was giving himself credit for but that's how he was. "can we go back to the dad thing. how you feeling about that?" nathan asked with a smile.

#ghostsbrokenbyfairytales #Dodger // Nathan #Event // Art Festival

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The warmth wasn't from the alcohol, that much Lynx had determined now, but from finding a friend. Not someone he worked with or was assigned to, not someone that demanded a compulsory loyalty that already knew everything about him, but someone that wanted to get to know him. "Two-dance-wonder. Perfect," he smiled, allowing himself to be pulled forwards, making a conscious effort to straighten his posture and mirror Noah's own stance. "Loose?" his posture shifted again, a little less wooden now, a gentle sway to his hips, eyes continuing to shift over Noah's body to check his movements matched. "Sorry...I'm used to things being a little more...frantic?" He tilted his head quickly, side to side, "slow isn't really a pace I know."

Noah smiled and nodded. Compliments like this were so second nature to him that he hardly noticed that it had meant as much as it did. He was just being honest. "I wanna hear 'em. I'm sure I can handle it," he said and grinned right back at him. "We'll make it a two-dance-wonder." Noah wouldn't pretend he was the greatest dancer in the world. He wasn't. But he could definitely help guide someone in what to do. Setting an arm around his lower back, he tugged Lynx forward to him, still holding his other hand. "Just be loose with it," he said and moved his body with his, guiding him with a gentle touch. "Make it look realistic."

#thirtecnth #Lynx // Noah #Event // Art Fesitval

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Eiji allowed Sydney to pull himself away, knowing how their current feelings must be, all things considered. How many times had they done this dance before? One of them leaving only for the other to draw them back in, or bump into them completely unscripted. Eiji was no doubt the last person Sydney thought he would see in Huntsville.

He remained silent, Syd speaking, getting all those feelings out. He deserved to. Enough time had passed and enough words had been left unsaid for Eiji to allow it. Eiji finally replied.

"You're right, I don't understand...I'm sorry. All of this is still a lot to get my head around," and the lack of control he had over any of it was only going to remain a problem the longer he was here. "And I know you were upset. It was a fortnights worth of upset I had to clean up from my apartment. But-" he shrugged, "-I deserved it. That time more than the other times." Eiji didn't quite believe that, but for the sake of this moment of reconciliation, he'd play it as if it were the truth, brushing quickly over the comment about keeping Sydney on a leash. In due course, he'd be back on it.

Anger is what he should be feeling, and maybe somewhere in him, he did, but to act on it here and now would be a detriment to everything Eiji had come here for, some of those reasons selfless mixed with the large majority of selfish. Sydney had disappeared, and the L.A people were quick to talk and gossip and soon enough Eiji knew his name would get dragged through the mud, another dead ex, allegedly. No, this was the proof he'd needed, despite not being able to do anything with it now, but he felt a genuine tug at his heart upon seeing Sydney again, and that could be any number of emotions.

"I can be romantic sometimes," he reached out to brush his thumb gently across Sydney's arm, a single motion, unintrusive, before his hands fell back to his sides: Sydney could make physical contact when he was ready to now. "And don't apologise. You've got nothing to apologise for, okay? You're just you, you react how you need to, you left in a heightened state, and shit here can't be easy, so...no apologising okay? It's my turn for apologies, and I'll make it up to you. Everything. Whatever I can do in my power, I will. And if that's just leaving you alone for the rest of the time we're here-" he shrugged again, taking a step back, "-so be it. Your call superstar."

And now Sydney was angry — at himself, at this stupid fucking town… So upset at collapsing into his own anxieties that he almost forgot to be angry with his fiancé. Ex fiancé.

His brow furrowed but he didn’t pull away.

“We haven’t been though anything close to this before, Eiji. You don’t understand…”

In a rare moment of self-reflection, the world stopped revolving around Sydney. He thought outside of himself and how while and he and Eiji where wedding planning or making each other’s lives miserable or living fabulous lives in L.A. these people — his people, Edgar and Art — had been stuck here.

He turned his face away, breaking his gaze from Eiji now. He wrapped his arms around his own body, feeling stupid for how much comfort Eiji’s hands on his waist and face felt. Once more he didn’t pull away, but he had regained enough control to at least try and make sure Eiji knew Sydney was still furious with him. Whether it worked or not was up for interpretation. His ring stayed firmly in his fist, now hidden under his bicep as he hugged himself.

“I’m still upset. — Of course, it’s your fault. It’s always your fault. How the fuck are we supposed to get married when I can’t even be sure if you love me more than you love keeping me on a leash like a fucking prized Pomeranian.”

In reality, the truth of the situation was probably closer to they both brought out the worst qualities in one another, Sydney knew that. He was doing that thing he did, where he tried to push people away with the sharpness of his tongue. Still E was good at saying very pretty words that made Sydney feel like true love could exist and Sydney was just the unlovable one that Eiji was so fucking patient with. And here Eiji was. Stuck in Hell for him.

“Well, that’s deeply romantic.” He lifted his own hand to wipe the final tears from his cheek with the base of his palm. And there it was, that brief flicker of self-doubt that flashed across Sydney’s face. The ‘maybe I was wrong’ that always seemed to come. Maybe I was the drama. Maybe I was the asshole. Maybe Eiji knows best like he always does.

“……I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be so…” He exhaled, voice trailing, “I’m sorry.”

#inxthexshadowxofxdeath #Eiji // Sydney #Event // Art Festival

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”No I’ll take it,” he laughed, “makes me sound like one of those obscure cryptids that’s only ever seen at certain times of day in specific locations. Like Bigfoot.” Again he chuckled, making himself sound like a dumbass now but at least the two of them were in good company together. “Every painting is allowed to looks the same; it’s having a signature style, and having a theme. Having a bunch of art pieces that people can look at and say without question ‘that’s a Circe piece’ and people will start to collect.” He offered a reassuring smile. “So which ones of these do you like?” His eyes scanned over her paintings, “I’m torn between these two being my favourites.”

"while i'm fully aware that you leave the art room every now and again, i have myself convinced that you only ever exist in there. obviously i'm making myself look like a dumbass in this moment, but i figure it could be worse." they flashed falco a wide grin, half-turning to look at the art behind them before looking back towards falco. "thank you. sometimes i feel like everything i paint looks exactly the same, but that compliment coming from you? i live to see another day of painting."

#exmrctis #Falco // Circe #Event // Art Festival

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Card couldn't help but laugh, Malcolm seeming to answer his own question, and confirming his own place there. "Yeah, no I don't work there. I mean I'm there a lot but I don't work there. I might come work there if things at the restaurant don't work out. Funny story though! Offered a guy there some work out advice and he actually thought I was a trainer. But then Kane was giving me that like angry stare he does so I had to stop." He paused, remembering the news. "Sorry to hear what happened to him by the way...I guess you two were close if you worked together?"

"yeah i guess so," malcolm said chuckling at the joke. "wait do you work at the gym now?" he knew he saw the guy around but last he checked it was only to work out but the joke made him question that for a moment. he knew there was a new opening and he was trying not to think about that. "malcolm yeah annnd you asking me that just confirmed my question." he shook his head with a smile, his mind really was all over the place. "sorry, i do work there i'm one of the trainers."

#ghostsbrokenbyfairytales #Cardelle // Malcolm #Event // Art Festival

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He took a necessary drag from his cigarette the moment Halloween was mentioned, the whole event still running through his mind and how he could have done things differently. He'd more than made up for his absence since then, but that wasn't the point. "Better, definitely better. All of us, actually. Jay uh...she lost some of her memories, like the short term ones, but as far as we know it's all come back to her now." His lips curled up into a smile. "She forgot that she asked if she could call me dad, so she got the chance to ask it again...and I dunno there's something kinda warming about being asked twice. Feels like I got...purpose y'know?"

He shook his head, forcing a light chuckle. "But you didn't come for my life story. What's new with you?"

nathan shook his head turning down the cigarette when it was offered but still thanked him for the offer, he just wasn't a smoker but didn't mind when others did it around him. "normal ish is good enough for me," he chuckled and looked over to the booths where he saw the rest of them. "how is everyone? i know it's been a while since halloween but jay doing any better?" he meant to ask phoenix a while ago but working on getting sober made him forget to ask nearly every time.

#ghostsbrokenbyfairytales #Dodger // Nathan #Event // Art Festival

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Was Lynx blushing right now? He was certainly smiling, something a little more genuine than the usual manic grin he could be seen sporting, not used to these kinds of compliments. "You really mean that huh?" He waited for a punchline, some extra comment but one never came. "Well, maybe if you're not a one-dance-wonder, I'll tell you some of the stories. Fair warning, they aren't for the faint-hearted, and I might actually try to scare you off." Teeth flashed with his next smile, and he took Noah's hand as he lead him to the dancefloor. If he was honest, he wasn't sure how to dance, especially not at something like this. Was it supposed to be something formal like a waltz, or would he get away with flailing his arms around like he used to when drugged up at a rave? "You wanna take the lead for this?"

Noah smiled, raising a brow. "Yeah, course I do. You look good." He finished his drink then, turning it upside down on the bartop while the other spoke further. "Maybe. I don't know. I just don't see scars like that. All just part of your story. Bodies are meant to be made of stories. You made yours interesting." It could be that Noah was too trusting. He saw the best in people and even as many times as he'd been betrayed, he found no reason not to continue to see the best in people. Maybe in some way-- that made him crazy. "Born ready." And again, another laugh just fell right off his lips. "Let's see how much how much these admirers of yours can take before I'm through with you, huh?" And with that, he offered his hand again then began to lead them out to the floor.

#thirtecnth #Lynx // Noah #Event // Art Festival #tw // drug mention

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"It's always a woman," he agreed, glad that someone seemed to have the same thought processes that he did. Touro shrugged, "name rings a bell, yeah, and I kinda did the same thing for Tiff." What were the chances that him and someone he'd collaborated with were now stuck in the same place for the same reasons. It made him feel less stupid about it all, especially after speaking with Tiff a few weeks back at the bar. "Redemption eh? We'll get them back." Hopefully. He ushered Santiago towards the bar and ordered him a drink. "You performing tonight? Or just enjoying the festivities?"

Chuckling, he returned the embrace. As they pulled away he lifted a brow at Touro. "Stuff huh? Eh, your business mi amigo, I won't pry." At the other's question Santiago sighed and shook his head. "It's always about a women, isn't it? Cole's from here, remember her? We uh...had bit of a falling out and I came to win her back. Got my ass stuck in the process."

#santiagoayala #Touro // Santiago #Event // Art Festival

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”You do?” His smile twitched again, and he felt a warmth come to his cheeks, a warmth that didn’t feel brought on by the alcohol. He shrugged, “I dunno. I find all this-“ he motioned to his face and the left side of his body, despite it being covered by his shirt, “-tends to scare people. Intimidate them. Or turn them off. Not great.” Jae-Sung never cared about them, but he was also the person sending him on the missions that resulted in the damage. Mercy hadn’t cared much either the one time they had hooked up. Maybe it was just the crazies that didn’t care for ‘battle wounds’ as Noah called them. Maybe he was crazy too? Noah Kaspbrak. Lynx offered another charming smile as their hands shook. “I’m ready if you are,” he nodded confidently, “as long as you’ve had enough of a breather, and topped up on enough liquor, I’m all yours.”

Noah nodded along, but he got the feeling that maybe it could’ve been something traumatic? He figured some accident had happened and maybe he got out just in time. A firefighter maybe? That narrative he created made him stop asking too many questions. “Huh. Well, I think it looks good on ya,” he said, a genuine smile set on his face as he bumped the other’s shoulder. “Love a good battle wound.” Noah laughed along with him, especially as he almost spit out his drink and nodded. “Right? Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised at this point.” He was none the wiser. Maybe a little surprised but because of the drinks and the warm in his cheeks, he really couldn’t imagine it being true. He reached out and took the other’s hand with a bright smile. “Yep. Noah Kaspbrak.” He had no idea what the last part meant, but he could only imagine. “Ready for that dance?”

#thirtecnth #Lynx // Noah #Event // Art Festival

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Card took a step back, hands raised in defence, a genuine break in the confidence he usually so easily exuded. “Why’s he watching me?! Surely there’s worse people to be watching? People doing actual bad stuff?” Now Card was just confused. “Why’s it important to you what me and Finn are doing? I promise we’re not heathenining.”

she tutted the man, not believing a word that came out of his mouth "a heathen and a liar" she mused, unimpressed at the meagre attempt at proving himself otherwise "you're not subtle in the way you look at him, god is everywhere and god is watching" she scolded card with pointed finger.

#itssisterhardy #Cardelle // Sister #Event // Art Festival

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Dodger felt his cheeks flush pink. How had he been lucky enough to fall for his best friend, and have said best friend fall for him too? How had he found someone so willing to compromise and adapt to Dodgers way of living? “No, no I don’t want to cut the day short. We don’t do enough of this kind of stuff. I’ll be alright, just…let me go for a power nap if I really need it?” He always did, and Dodger more often than not had a short burst of revitalised energy. The prospect of a sexy night after the event would certain keep him going. “No Cass is the best dancer, that is just fact. I should go to him for lessons. As for Falco,” Dodger shrugged, “clearly overrated.” He joked, “who would wants a sexy Spaniard with a big ass and big arms and piercing blue eyes that’s good at painting, when you can have a slightly overweight Turkish man that always looks a mess and spends twenty out of twenty-four hours asleep?” He squeezed gently around Phoenix’s middle, letting his head rest against his lovers chest, “but I think Jay knows more Turkish than Spanish, so I’m taking that as a win.” He turned his head for a moment, looking out at the stalls around them. “Have you been to his stall yet?”

"All I'm hearing is we might need to cut out early from the dancing," Phoenix said leaning his face down to kiss Dodger fully. He was only half joking, more than happy with how their night went either way. "I think she take it easy on you, take advantage of the in-law privilege," he joked. While it did scare him a bit to imagine Jay's future the likelihood that she and Felipe would make them in-laws with the de la Luna was fairly high in his opinion. Quirking an eyebrow at Dodger he pulled him in closer to his side, "Listen, Cass can be the better dancer, don't mind you dancing with him. But Falco has his own man to keep him entertained, don't need him pulling out the accent to charm you away," he was mostly joking.

#firecaptainphoenix #Dodger // Phoenix #Event // Art Festival

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“Y’know this shit really ain’t as fun as it was advertised to be,” Hunter rolled his eyes, not that anything had particularly been advertised to him at all, but after everything that happened with Max, seeing what happened with Harvey, trusting the crazy girl offering protection from ghost attacks seemed like a logical step. “Yeah yeah hierarchy this, hierarchy this, I get it I get it, I gotta be the bottom feeder for a week until the next stupid fuck comes along.” He rolled his eyes again, louder this time. “You know you’d probably get more people to join if this initiation period was actually fun. People love the frat boy shit. Downing a beer through a sock or something,” he spun excitedly, clapping his hands, “or tying someone naked to a pole and leaving them out with the ghosts for an hour. That shit is fucking hilarious. And it’s on brand with the group in general.” Maybe he’d be good in this group after all, if he could get past Raziel’s overly serious natural and whatever the fuck issues it was October had. Hunter Hilton: initiation advisor.

Hunter couldn’t help spitting out a laugh, continuing to grin even when it was obvious that October was not amused. “Cheap imitation of the golden era, whine and capitulate, ink to page, har har har, gimme a break,” a failed attempt at mimicking Octobers voice ending with another chuckle, “nobody fucking knows who you are, sorry to break it to you big guy,” he slapped a hand on October’s shoulder, “you’re like, what, 70 something? I bet even my dad ain’t bothered by who you are anymore. The 1920’s are done, the 2020’s are my time. I’m the new you.” Although there was a twinge of curiosity that Hunter couldn’t deny. “Incinerate a career? Like super problematic?” Smirk returned. Sounded like a sure fire way to make headlines after a prolonged absence right? “Tell you what, I’ll promise to be the bestest boy and do whatever you and Razzy and Quinn say, if you get your foot off my neck a little bit, and then when we’re outta town, you can be a special guest on my channel. With the reach I’ve got, and the shit we could get up to, it could jump start your career back up.” Jump start both their careers back up. “Get some new life in the old fuck. What do you say?”

"First and foremost, get used to not knowing anything, and not expecting Raziel to give you a straight answer. Or you any answers at all. Safety, what we can do, is all thanks to our hierarchy, and what needs to be known by anybody lower in it is told to them- And what needs to be told to anybody outside of it is told to them, as well. Which, that last bit is why they've got me watching you. Until we know you won't go running your mouth for anything stupid, you require a little oversight. Regrettably I am the most skilled oversight we have." He taps ash from his cigarette, as Hunter declares that he's just as much of a celebrity as October.

"You're a cheap imitation of the golden era, kid. I've got awards and accolades, and where you whine and capitulate to the masses when they 'cancel' you, I was making headlines in tabloids, ink to page, news worthy instead a' fits people throw on their blogs." He laughs, the sound low. "The shit I got up to when I was your age would incinerate a career nowadays. It got me triple platinum." Hunter continues to bitch, and October continues to smoke. "I never said you weren't allowed to look around, boy, just that I'm not gonna stand here and let ya torpedo everything Quinn's worked hard to build by running your mouth. You're the opposite of an appealin' recruitment strategy." he rolls his eyes. "Which means maybe I should at least let you off the kid leash long enough to ensure some people never see the light."

#containatrocity #Hunter // October #Event // Art Festival

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He recognised the voice before the man had even turned around, and Blake could already feel the solid lump in his throat of impending dread. Blake and Haddix ran with the same circle back in the day, Blake the cool, well dressed kid in counterpart to Haddix obnoxious frat-boy persona, ticking two of the boxes for the typical teen boy group. Now, Blake felt like an imposter, as Haddix threw his arm over Blake’s shoulder and pulled him into a tight hold, he remembered the days this kind of interaction was fun.

“Marco’s place isn’t a crypt…” Blake said quietly, feeling himself shrinking in the presence of the confidence Haddix so easily oozed, a confidence Blake once shared. How long had it been since they’d last seen each other? “I can’t stay…gotta find Marco…” he tried to counteract the jitter in his hands by shoving as deep into his pockets as possible, “have you guys seen him?”

the crown prince of purgatory, haddix was living his best life in huntsville, especially at events like these. drinks were flowing and he was holding court with his group of friends, the group laughing louder than anyone else in the room. the group were insufferable, haddix knew that, but counterpoint, he also didn't give a shit.

downing the latest drink he had, he almost dropped the glass when someone had brushed by him enough for him to notice "blake? hey guys look it's blake!" he hollered, throwing his arm around the guy "where the fuck have you been? doesn't matter, you've left your crypt now"

#haddixmontague #Blake // Haddix #Event // Art Festival

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"We are!" Card was quick to protest, "Cash you make no fuckin' sense. Doing what properly?" Now he was confused, not that it took much to do that. Instead it was now his turn to nudge Cash in the side, "don't laugh man, she's crazy! Appearing outta nowhere like she's in the damn horror movie." He paused, bringing his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing at it nervously. "Thing is...I do kinda like him. Like...like like."

"you and the irish guy? just hanging out, bullshit" he made a face of approval "man, what have i told you, if you're sniffing things you're not doing it properly" he joked, giving card a nudge "incredible. you pick the one of the only guys around here that the nun actually likes and she's now playing bouncer" he about doubled over in laughter at it all.

#cash-axton #Cardelle // Cash #Event // Art Festival

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“Fire,” he said with a shrug, motioning from his eye to the rest of the side of his face, “one of them-” a quick correction, “-I’ve been caught in a few.” Most, if not all of those were his own doing, and part of him craved that sting from the burn and the heat. Not now, don’t make him think you’re weird. Lynx almost spat his drink out, managing to swallow it down before he could, wiping at the rogue drops with the back of his hand. “Assassins, ha, that’s a good one. Imagine that!” How right this stranger actually was. That was the funny part. Actually, all of this was fun. It felt like a rarity for Lynx to meet someone he genuinely clicked with, conversation coming to them so easily, with an undeniable playful and flirtatious edge that just topped it all off. “Lynx,” he offered his scarred hand out to shake, “and you said yours was Noah? The pleasure is all mine gut aussehend.”

"Pretty badass actually," Noah said, tilting his head to get a better look at the other. "How'd it happen?" He had a feeling things were complicated between the other and the people he wanted to make jealous, but it seemed like it wasn't the time to ask about why it might be. All his job was right now was to make them pay attention. "Know their weaknesses? You make it sound like they're assassins or something." A joke. But he really knew no better. Noah had just enough drinks in him now that this whole thing seemed hilarious and fun. "I knew you had to be a man of taste," he grinned at the other and then downed the rest of his drink, trying not to let those final words affect him as much as they did. "Deal if you tell me your name first before you drag me out there."

#thirtecnth #Lynx // Noah #Event // Art Festival

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"Yeah, so does everyone? Doesn't mean they work," he pointed to the eye on his scarred side, "gives me trouble from time to time, but still an eye." He couldn't help but scoff a little, happy to pretend that the people he'd insinuated would jealously start a fight because he was dancing with someone would actually do that, that they actually thought he was hot. When not setting things on fire. He shook his head. When did you get so insecure you bastard? "Hey, I'm a good guy, I'll help you out with whatever you need. If these guys try to fight you, I'm the only one here that knows their weaknesses." Not an outright lie, and he wasn't completely convinced he could beat Jae-Sung in a one-on-one fight, but he was the best chance Noah had against him...if he had this hypothetical jealous induced rage that Lynx was now convinced he would have. Again, Lynx grinned, back on a playing field he understood, "both ways is the best way to be," a confirmation of his own preferences, "but let me have my fun with you first okay? And theeeeen we can invite her along. Deal?"

"Yeah? What, I have eyes," Noah stated with a chuckle, leaning onto the bartop. "Clearly, I'm not the only person thinking it, dude." If multiple people may want to fight him for this-- that fact was pretty obvious and Noah didn't mind saying it. The list of the others definitely amused him. All his own family, his friends, his girlfriend, or her family could bear witness to any part of this... But why on Earth did that still seem so fun? "Eh, the more the merrier. As long as you're willing to help me out, we're good." He took a sip of his own drink, raising a brow at the other before lowering both of them in a frown at the assumption. "Not skipping past that first part-- we're coming back to that-- but I'm not straight," he said and then laughed. "I swing both ways. Just ended up with a hot girlfriend." And a grin appeared back on his own lips. "And who knows? She just might."

#thirtecnth #Lynx // Noah #Event // Art Festival