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ALISNMOON​

“Would you count this as a concert?” It was more like a live band but with someone extremely famous. “I think it’s a free for all. Can dance and sing with her and no one will judge you.”

                               even if frank’s never been to a concert he can easily categorize himself as the type who bobs with a bottle in his hand as a crutch, maybe jumps a little bit during the chorus. embarrassing — being in the audience shouldn’t be anxiety-inducing, but he immediately finds himself in the throes of overthinking. ‘   okay, yeah. judgement-free zone. you wanna take a shot ?    ’

#I. –––––– 🎪 allister davis ╱ interactions .

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LUNASEONGS

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“my mom has demanded we take lots of pictures,” luna says as she reaches up to straighten his collar, smiling despite how much she doesn’t particularly want to take pictures. “she says it’s to make up for the lack of prom pictures.” not that any prom she would’ve attended could compare to a gallagher gala.

                           they’d both rather take pictures of one another, but it seems sort of evil to so much as shirk at the request from her mom. plus he’ll take any chance to prolong the memory of tonight, not just because the sight of her in black was enough for heat to immediately prick the back of his neck, he thinks his jaw might have actually, physically dropped when he saw her. ‘   i heard there’s a photo booth around here somewhere. also an aylin.   ’

#I. –––––– 🎪 luna seong ╱ interactions . #SCREAMS i've had this reply almost complete fr days then ppl (my parents) kept interrupting me . so cursed so disrespectful

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                                           @alisnmoon​

                          ‘   what’s concert etiquette, i’ve never been to one. should i stand in the back, or is it a sort of free for all thing ?   ’

#I. –––––– 🎪 carmichael davis ╱ interactions . #this is so dumb but < 3

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ALISNMOON

“Because it was my job. I was given the mission to come here because my brother couldn’t.” He was growing tired of having to repeat this, the reality of the messiness of the twins switch having on him. How fucked up and weird it was. If one of them was no good then just use the other one. As if they were replaceable. His stomach began to churn, he felt sick and wanted out. Or at least to be left alone. But he didn’t have the heart to tell Frank to get lost and leave him alone. He wasn’t tough and emotionally detached like the others. Still so young and learning about who he was, Carmichael couldn’t help but to be a bit emotional and soft. Nothing wrong with that, or at least he was trying to tell himself that. “What more do you want?”

                            he nods absently and tries to ignore the sting that comes from the exhaustion in carmichael’s tone. frank has to remind himself that this isn’t about him, that his job was a job, which means, that in some part their friendship was part of it. he tries to reconcile with this, thinking that making friends is part of any job and it doesn’t lessen the sincerity of it, finding ways to feel as though he hasn’t been lied to. because this isn’t about him. it isn’t, but his eyes are stinging, and before he realizes what he’s doing he’s burying his head in a wrenched up collar, shirt untucked from the force. he turns around, waves his hand like he’s trying to swat away a fly, there’s nothing to worry about, he doesn’t want carmichael to be concerned, it just happens sometimes. the crying, an unfortunate side effect from his birth. if things weren’t so tense he’d explain how when he was a baby he cried non stop for two days straight. so really, this is basically medical. ‘   no, it’s fine. it’s all good. we’re good. seriously.   ’ spoken with his back still towards him, takes a sharp inhale to somewhat stabilize himself before his shirt collar falls back down. as far as he knows these could be their last words in the foreseeable future, and it’s his duty, as a friend to make sure they count. frank turns back around but it’s part of a motion that will end with him leaving. ‘   um, i’m pretty shit at this. as you can see. and i don’t ... understand it. but you’re gonna get through this. which obviously. because that’s the only option. but i hope, that it’s, like maybe that’s a reprieve to you.   ’ and frank will be there, on the other end of through it, always.

#I. –––––– 🎪 allister davis ╱ interactions . #p much closed it oop bt if u do want 2 reply feel free #wonderin how they got from this to our other thread . Hm . magic n the power of friendship <3

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PARKERBRANDT​

Small talk had its place. Parker wasn’t against it entirely. It was a good tool to get to know someone, find some common ground. Classic business mindset…but at this point, he knew Frank enough that it felt forced. Didn’t help that Frank wasn’t exactly small talk champion. “Glad to hear it.” A snort of amusement. “Better than last week.” Not saying much, it’d have been hard to be worse. “What about you? Everything okay?” Because why else would he come over?

                            ‘   yeah, agreed.   ’ cat’s been good, no accidents since. he doesn’t actually feel that uncomfortable, but his body indicates otherwise, the way he fidgets with his hands like he’s moulding a ball of clay between, the awkward, off-balance amble towards parker. ‘   i’m good, thanks.   ’ he scratches the back of his neck, bitten down nails don’t leave a mark but there’ll probably be a red streak. ‘   i was wondering if i could ask you a favour. it’s sort of a biggie.   ’ biggie ? he clears his throat. ‘   a big one.   ’

#I. –––––– 🎪 parker brandt ╱ interactions .

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JAS-MICHAUD

“allegedly there are ‘quiet’ blenders, though i’ve noticed none of them say silent.” jas just doesn’t see the point, especially since soon she’ll be living with just her boyfriend and there’s less need to be sneakily blending things. “it’s definitely the taste of something that has a lot of protein, at the very least? maybe i’ll do a comparison of protein bar ingredients and get back to you.” she’s sure there’s going to be a number of commonalities. “i think that’s why i like peanut butter ones a lot, that disguises a lot.” and provides a lot of protein itself, so there’s less need for supplementary ingredients? “me, too! i’m also glad he’s not working in a field where getting attacked is a work hazard.” shouldn’t have been a gallagher hazard either but!

                            ‘   the question’s why they’re so loud to begin with. it just, doesn’t seem like something that should make that much noise.   ’ he doesn’t drink enough smoothies for him to be this invested in it, and successfully curbs the slew of questions he’s just come up with about blenders because he doesn’t want an excessive interest in blenders to become a personality trait. ‘   let me know if you do. and if you do, i can definitely help with the taste testing part of it. unless you’re just reading the labels then ... well i could help with that too it just wouldn’t be as tasty.    ’ he still has three years left here, and having a steadfast breakfast option would help immensely. ‘   where is he working ?    ’ which seems stands out as weirdly adulty to him, maybe because he’s never been around anyone with a conventional job or even had one himself. ‘   wait, you’re allowed to say right ?   ’ only further proving his naiveté when it comes to, all this. 

#I. –––––– 🎪 jas michaud ╱ interactions .

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LUNASEONGS​

“because we have time, right?” luna reminds them both gently with a smile. perhaps it’s unwise of her to keep putting off this conversation. she’s learned time and time again since her father died that life can change at the blink of an eye and that the world isn’t going to pause and wait until you’ve said everything that needs to be said before it shifts, often in a terrible, heartbreaking way. and she thinks a lot about how differently she may have spoken to her father in the kitchen that day had she known what was coming. but at the same time, it feels like an insult to what she has with frank, with anyone she cares about, to live in fear of losing it. she does fear that, of course, losing him, losing her mother again, but how can she enjoy what she has if it’s tainted by her gnawing belief that she doesn’t deserve any of it? so it can wait, until they’re both ready, until the right moment and she’ll live with the regret if something happens before that moment comes. “since the day i came here, i couldn’t really see myself actually going out into the field. i still can’t.” she wants to write, no matter how little she thinks of her own way with words, but she’s always at least felt more comfortable putting them on paper than she does speaking them. “every time i think about leaving next year though… i don’t know, it sounds like a good idea until i consider there’s just one year left and then i’d have an actual diploma.” she’d started this conversation wanting to leave, and she’s finishing it just as confused about it as she had in the first place. frank has made her feel better about her indecision though. they really are so young, all of them here. “or maybe a porch swing.” she could sit close to him then, she likes the sound of that more. there’s no doubt in her mind they’ll be together still then, knows they’re connected in a way that goes beyond calling him her boyfriend. “where is this hypothetical porch? i can’t really imagine going back to connecticut.”

                            ‘   lots of it.   ’ sometimes it still doesn’t feel like enough, but that’s greediness at play, making a futile effort to compensate for lost time, even though he knows, deep down that even with forever granted, it won’t bring back those five years. it’s useless to dwell, insane even when she’s right in front of him, but he thinks they probably could’ve really used each other in those years apart. then again, maybe they wouldn’t have each other now if they had each other then, he could run in circles like a cat after it’s own tail, doting on what if’s. it’s a privileged problem to have, getting to regret over lost time and not lost people. it brings him back to her, here. alive. in love. ‘   yeah me neither. for me, i mean.   ’ which is perhaps more obvious. luna’s perhaps one of the most adaptable people he knows and she could easily make a career out of this is she had to. frank’s not so pragmatic, privileged enough to let want lead his decisions, a byproduct of enough money and parents who cared so little he mistook it for freedom. ‘   just a hunch, but i think you’d really like college. i think you’d do really well.   ’ and he wants her to be at ease with wanting, he thinks that if nothing else that’s what he can give her. he’s seen her write in the spare time she has here, it would be doable, but the diploma it’s — - gallagher’s always felt vaguely like an in between, a half-haven and half-limbo, and he doesn’t quite know where she’s been in the time he’s spent without her, but he knows she has her mother now, fully, and the world beyond gallagher would be lucky to have her in it. ‘   oh, a porch swing sounds great.    ’ he agrees emphatically, nearly piercing the hush of the library with his excitement. ‘   oh man, there’s so many places. it can be a travelling porch swing. is your mom still living in connecticut ?   ’

#I. –––––– 🎪 luna seong ╱ interactions . #fgjfgh me .. #lookin @ wordcounter.net in Fear of the damage #did well this reply tho FGJKF

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ALISNMOON​

He stopped his swinging completely as he laughed at Frank’s words. “No, they’re not from Gigi but she did punch me.” Just no bruise. “I’m guessing you know.” About his fake relationship with Gigi, which could’ve been obvious because he was a double agent. But theirs was fake from the starter which made it different… somewhat. “Peaches calls everyone cute, so don’t get a big head from that,” Carmichael teased him with a light nudge. “And of course not, I cut it for myself.” Which was the most important thing, he was doing things and living life for himself. Not for his brother, uncle, or Caledonia. For Carmicahel Davis. The touch was unexpected but it was still invited, smile on his face and the tip of his ears turning red. “Thanks, I like it a lot too,” he said before he stared down at the mess that he caused. “You think I could sell it to an art gallery and get a lot of money from it?” 

                              ‘   good for her.   ’ there’s a nod of approval, hoping it provided her with some sort of catharsis, even if it was only temporary. concern pulls at his features, understandably, carmichael has somewhat of a target on his back, because it’s not like a no bullying will be tolerated e-mail is going to stop it, especially at gallagher — he just hopes no one has any more sinister plans for him. ‘   this is the part where you say but you should see the other guy, so i don’t worry that you’re gonna get jumped and beaten senseless.    ’ he says, though in a perfect world no one would be hitting anyone. violence makes him squeamish. ‘   i won’t, my head is already proportionally too big for my body.   ’ states this matter-of-factly. there’s something different in his demeanour, and frank likes it. he likes it a lot. it saddens him to think that there wasn’t really a time before this that carmichael could be himself, but he knows the tells of regretting wasted time — has felt it in the nights wishing he was with luna when she was away, so he knows what to focus on so it doesn’t linger. he focuses on the now, and the rest of his life and the joy it will be to re-meet carmichael. ‘   millions. we’ll split. seventy forty. to me. because i gave you the idea. it’s only fair.   ’

#I. –––––– 🎪 allister davis ╱ interactions .

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insta posts :) idt he captions them so .. post gallagher methinks @lunaseongs 

#graphic design is my passion #My head is literally empty only yeji bunny what have u done . #ft. / luna .

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PEACHESFM​

          ‘  you’re  so  right  .   but  omma  is  asian  which  means  i  had  to  deal  with  a  tiger  mother  and  the  pressure  of  perfection  .   being  pretty  was  the  easy  part !  ’    living  up  to  her  parent’s  standards  …  now  that’s  another  question  for  another  time  .     ‘  i’m  smart  too  .   like  super  smart  .  ’    she  wonders  if  he’ll  believe  her  ,   and  gigi  has  decided  frank  will  be  her  test  subject  .   a  rush  of  energy  flows  through  her  at  the  mention  of  how  GOOD  they  were  during  their  little  story  arc  .    ‘  what  would  you  do  if  you  were  me ?  and  it  turned  out  your  partner  wasn’t  pretending ?  ’    hmm  -  coming  off  a  bit  unhinged  there  ,   gi !

                             ‘   rough. must’ve gotten a bit better the older you got though right ?   ’ or he hopes, he wouldn’t know, his parents are very white and emotionally absent, there might be a correlation somewhere in there. frank does believe her, because she was pretty upfront about having a fake relationship and he’s oblivious to the contradiction in that statement. ‘   so you’re super pretty and super smart which leaves ... whatever the equivalent is of a dad wanting his son to be a football star so that he can follow in his footsteps ?   ’ his gaze flashes back to her, trying to read something — momentarily worried that allister’s fallen for someone who doesn’t feel the same, while also knowing that he’s not in the position to garner any sympathy. ‘   well i guess i’d figure out if i was fully pretending or not.   ’

#I. –––––– 🎪 gigi brandt ╱ interactions .

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@parkerbrandt​

                             he should know by now to drop the small talk and cut right to the chase with parker, emphasis on the should. he ambles up to parker, giving one of those awkward half-waves of acknowledgement with a polite smile to match. ‘    don’t worry, no cat poop this time.    ’ it’s a joke that, with his execution, would grant him smattered applause at best. ‘   how’s it going ?   ’

#I. –––––– 🎪 parker brandt ╱ interactions . #hi : )

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ALISNMOON​

“Frank--” He said the other’s name, taking in a sharp breath. Why couldn’t he believe that Carmichael was doing this because he wanted to? Why couldn’t the other just view him the bad guy? Was this the power of friendship keeping Frank from doing so? “No! I did all of this willingly! Why can’t you understand that?”

                          he's taken aback, parted lips about to say a million things but none of them come to fruition. the silence that settles instead is thick, and he doesn’t know how to get through it. the only thing frank can do to keep this from hurting more than it already does is take his frustration and make it into a challenge. he’s going to force himself to understand. ‘   okay. so you had to do it.    ’ it’s spoken in a measured breath, right down to the last syllable, anymore and his words would have wavered, and truthfully, part of him is trying to save face because he feels as though he might cry, which might be okay if carmichael was the only one in the cell, but he isn’t. ‘   but why ? i’m trying my best here and i’m not, i didn’t come here to interrogate you but — you’ve gotta give me, i just need something. to help me understand.   ’ so he can be a better friend, because right now he feels entirely helpless.

#I. –––––– 🎪 allister davis ╱ interactions . #i LOVE them.

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LUNASEONGS​

luna knows his tells, just as well as he knows hers, and she hates seeing him like this. it’s not so much that whatever is on his mind is clearly upsetting, but rather the sharp reminder that they spent so long apart. she’s not so self absorbed to have assumed that she’s the only one that endured hardships during those years, but it’s the confirmation that clearly nothing simple has him here at gallagher with her that makes her heart ache. she reaches across the table to take one of his hands, holding it gently but firmly in both of hers. “there’s still so much we have to talk about,” she finally says, voice soft, not intending to start a private conversation here, but she won’t skip it over, either. “there are things i still have to tell you, too. and none of them are easy things so i never want to talk about it because it’s so much easier to focus on being together again than think about the years we spent apart.” and it was so much worse for him, he can never convince her otherwise, because luna spent her years of longing to see him knowing he was at least out there somewhere. to frank, she’d been gone forever. she thinks it was cruel of her sometimes to interrupt his grieving process, like maybe he should’ve been allowed to just heal. but the way he looks at her, she knows he’d take her being alive over any amount of pain any day, and she’s selfish enough to insert herself back into his life because she fits so well. “but like you said, we have so much time.” her heart still aches, but because it’s too full now, she loves him so much. “to talk about the hard things and to support each other and to figure out what we’re doing.” luna lets out a laugh, hating that she has to remind herself sometimes that she really is young, she isn’t carrying decades on her heart and in her soul like it feels sometimes. “keep reminding me of that, it’s a little dramatic how often i forget.”

                                his hand finds hers in a matter of seconds, the comfort of being held however minute, enough for him to think straight. to listen to her instead of being wrapped up in playing a mental, meticulous game of what he’s going to say, editing every future sentence in his head like it’s a first draft, scared that if he gets it wrong he might lose her, even though rationally, he knows she’s not going to leave. he forgets all of that, in favour of her, in favour of being wrapped up in her, thinking it near sacrilege to miss anything she has to say in favour of his own neurotic, self-concerned thoughts. and it’s simple, and true — like most things are at their core. ‘   and we will talk about everything. promise.   ’ he doesn’t want to let go of her hand but his pinky circles gently around her knuckle, a makeshift pinky swear. by now it’s clear that neither of them are new to hardship, but they’re out of practice with sharing it with one another. but he thinks half of love is loving in spite of and loving through. or he thinks so, it’s clear now t hat he’s never been in love until now, going through a constant realization of oh, this is what being in love is like, this is what love is. even now, especially now, he feels grateful, to be able to get to look at her look at him, even if it’s flecked with concern. he nods, believes her, and it’s something of a spell, her ability to cut through an otherwise deep-seated worry, and get him to laugh too. ‘   it’s practically a rite of passage to not know what the fuck you’re doing in your twenties i think.   ’ another laugh brackets the sentiment, it is funny to think, that even without the spies and staged ( one the verb, the other an adjective ) deaths, everyone deals with twenty-one, they’re just dealing with twenty-one and then some. ‘   feel like before we know it we’ll be all wrinkly, sitting in rocking chairs on a porch somewhere.   ’ secretly he can’t wait to get old, with cat in his lap because he’s going to live forever, falling asleep in the sun with luna by his side. 

#i also blacked out cos u knocked me out with ur reply . love is Real ig /: #I. –––––– 🎪 luna seong ╱ interactions .

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PEACHESFM

            ‘  hey  -  you’re  kinda  cute  ,   you  know  that ?  in  a  dorky  nerdy  way  .   if  i  were  into  those  types  ,   i’d  be  into  you  .  ’    but  she’s  more  into  guys  who  look  like  they  could  ruin  her  life  .   or  save  her  life   (  looking  at  you  ,   steve  park  )  .    ‘  probably  not  safe  for  me  ,   but  thank  you  for  the  offer !  ’    she’s  a  picky  eater  anyways  .    ‘  he  probably  wasn’t  thinking  .   it’s  easy  to  know  why  guys  would  date  me  .   or  want  me  .  ’  

                             '   hey, thanks. yeah, guess i, kinda grew into myself. which you probably can’t relate to. like, you just seem like you’ve been pretty all your life. i’m right, right ?   ’ frank was an ugly child and an uglier baby, which is why he thinks his parents have very few pictures of him when he was younger. or  they just didn’t care, but that’s more depressing. ‘   probably a good choice.   ’ he wraps it back up and pockets it, even though he should just throw it out. ‘   allister and not thinking. seems more and more like a match made in heaven. i’ve gotta say, you guys were really good at pretending.   ’

#I. –––––– 🎪 gigi brandt ╱ interactions .

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ALISNMOON

LOCATION && WITH WHOM : : GROUNDS W / ANYONE @gallagherstart​

The breeze on his exposed neck felt weird, nothing to shield it and act as a blanket, but he also found comfort in it. He felt lighter, literally, after cutting all of his hair off. Another connection broken between him and his brother, an even bigger part of their shared identity taken from them. And it made him feel good about himself, he felt better. Well, minus the bruise on his face from Caden Lucca but it was well deserved. Everything that led up to this moment was because Carmichael himself decided on it and no one else. Which also included him destroying both his phone and laptop with a bat. One hit, two, three; he was hitting the crap out of the two devices. Devices that belonged to his brother. The screen on the laptop was glitching and starting to crack, a smile slowly slipping onto his face at the sight. He only looked up as he noticed someone nearing him. “If you’re here to fight me–” Another swing as he looked back at his task at hand. “– Do it later. I’m in the middle of something.” Another swing. “There’s also a line so you’ll just have to wait your turn.”

                                 ‘   you mean those bruises aren’t from the mission ? wait, are they from gigi ? your ex fake girlfriend ?   ’ he puts a pointed emphasis on the fake to show that he knows, but it all seems so minor in the grand scheme of things that he can’t find it in himself to be properly mad. and frank’s sporting such a cheery, sincere grin one would almost expect that he’d forgotten carmichael ever lied in the first place. ‘   you know she called me cute the other day. is that why you cut your hair to look just like mine ? trying to get her back ?   ’ which may have been true at the start of the semester, but without harlowe to cut it for him, he hasn’t bothered with it at all, and he’s struck with an intense relief that he didn’t lose carmichael, in the mission or otherwise. that if things hadn’t gone so awry with harlowe, he may have made the same mistakes with carmichael, said one too many things that couldn’t be taken back. his hand reaches to swipe up the back of carmie’s head, freshly shaved hair deserving to be on an oddly satisfying compilation and if he can’t get it with his own hair then his will have to do. ‘   very nice.    ’ he approves before looking down at the destruction. ‘   it looks a bit like modern art.   ’ 

#I. –––––– 🎪 carmichael davis ╱ interactions . #call it what it is . me being Greedy

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ALISNMOON

He laughed but it was devoid of all humor. “Because I couldn’t tell you, no one knew. They didn’t even know.” Eyes flicker to the other double agents. Mr. Stewart didn’t think it was important to tell them so Carmichael followed in the older man’s lead. He only realized months later how that wasn’t a good idea. “While it’s nice to know that you would’ve kept my secret, but it would only lead you to suspect me. You would start asking me why I was pretending to be Allister, why I was here.” Voice softened, lowering to an almost whisper. “You would’ve suspected me with the whole hacking thing, I just know it.”

                                    frank knows that the truth doesn’t always keep people safe, but this isn’t one of those times. if he has his fact straights, and it embarrasses him that he might very well not, like he’s always ten steps behind whatever’s going on — but if he does, then gallagher’s safer for having him, all of them, behind bars. because his lie hadn’t been to protect anyone here but himself. but he loves allister, carmichael, so there’s a thwarted sense of relief, that although his methods of self-preservation are wrong, that’s just what they are - a way of keeping himself out of danger. it’s better than seeing him hurt. or worse. ‘   were you, are you being forced ? to do all this ?   ’ it’s the only reasonable explanation, carmichael would never choose to deliberately hurt anyone. 

#I. –––––– 🎪 carmichael davis ╱ interactions .

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JAS-MICHAUD​

“exactly! blenders make a grating noise even when it’s not super early in the morning.” as much as jas loves smoothies, she can only really put up with the sound if she’s the one doing the blending, because she has the control to make it stop. “it tastes like one, too, but you know how…all protein bars kind of have that same protein taste? i’m not sure what it is, but i find it oddly reassuring.” like she knows she’s eating something technically good for her. “it’s nice having some breathing room, i don’t usually give myself that. someone tried to kill my boyfriend last year,” she points out pleasantly, “so, for me, this year’s been better.”

                                ‘   i’m surprised a silent blender hasn’t been invented yet.    ’ he’s doesn’t mind the noise but could go without everyone knowing he’s blending something — self-conscious that he’s annoying who hears it. ‘   yeah, the like ... can’t describe it either but i know what you mean.   ’ he scrunches his nose at the thought. ‘   do you think that’s the taste of actual protein ?   ’ thinks the mark of a good protein bar is how well that flavour can be masked. of course he knew what she’s telling him, in theory, or in a mentioned by luna sort of way, but his brows still rise as if he’s hearing it for the first time. ‘   right. yeah. that’s — that’s heavy stuff. glad there’s been none of that this year.   ’ because it’s laughable how dead he’d be if he were the target. 

#I. –––––– 🎪 jas michaud ╱ interactions .