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Post by lozi on Mar 7, 2018 15:54:37 GMT -5
[ lol totally. I'm thinking they're small stick and poke tattoos, so that they could've slipped past parents? what kind of tattoo should they have gotten? ]
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Post by lozi on Mar 7, 2018 16:06:04 GMT -5
[ I have it's one of my favorite musicals (of the few I know of haha) hmm maybe something gamer or musical? cuz my guy is a guitar-playing, button mashing jock ] [/font
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Post by lozi on Mar 7, 2018 16:32:31 GMT -5
[ omg what about wishbones? what if it's this cute thing where they used to break wishbones when they were younger? i'm trying to think of some kind of fluffy tattoo that can be tied into their pasts... ]
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Post by lozi on Mar 7, 2018 16:38:14 GMT -5
{ Shawn Lym } - { male } - { 17 years }
Shawn Lym is of Korean ethnicity, with a slightly tanned complexion, and a height of 5β10. Most of his height can be credited to his long legs, a feature that used to make him dismally klutzy, but now helps his inhuman speed. His build is lean and lithe. His face is diamond shaped, his features youthful and expressive. His eyes are a brown so dark they almost look black, reminiscent of inky black pools. His naturally black hair is styled into an undercut, with the shaggy longer hair dyed a dull blue color. Shawn has a myriad of piercings, all in his ear. People gravitate towards Shawn, one might even compare his personality to a firecracker. Loud, explosive and short-fused, but entertaining and exciting. Shawn is constantly in motion, always thinking about whatβs coming next. Many would say heβs intelligent, if only he could focus his mind on academics instead of sports and gaming. He hits hard and fast, leaving people stunned on what just happened. Heβs always ready for a thrill, and is very detail-oriented. Heβs adaptive to situations heβs put into, and can be easily described as a smooth talker. That sure comes in handy for all the explaining he has to do when he gets in trouble.
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Post by lozi on Mar 7, 2018 17:12:22 GMT -5
It was freshman year when Shawn realized he was in over his head. He could remember every detail of the day he realized Simon had frown to become more than a friend in Shawn's eyes. It had started slow at first, before it hit him like a truck. Maybe he hadn't noticed before, or maybe he'd been in straight up denial. After all, he was the poster (never mind only) child of his family, possessing a high but underutilized IQ, naturally athletic, and musically talented. He seemed to have it all made for him, as long as he kept himself in line. What would his parents think if he brought home a boyfriend? It would totally shatter their conceptions of him, Shawn knew they most likely wouldn't approve. It was probably just a phase, anyways. He liked girls!
Of course middle school confusion turned into high school dread, most certainly strengthening that day. They had met in the first grade, when a righteous little Shawn had yelled at some third graders that he'd caught harassing Simon. He'd helped Simon put the pencil back in his pencil case, even offered to fix the D.S the bullies had stomped on. Now, nine years later, it hit him like a train. Simon was fixated on the flat screen tv, his fingers twisting the joystick of the controller, his mouth moving a mile a minute, but Shawn's attention was anything but focused.
At first, Shawn had been half paying attention to his ranting, something about the unrealistic expectations of Mr. Skristin, their global studies teacher that both hated equally. The other half of his attention was on trying to pull ahead of Simon on some version of Mario Kart. They were neck and neck for first place, and on their last lap of the round. Shawn had gone to look at Simon's expression as he pulled ahead, if only to see what kind of reaction he'd get out of him. Simon's hair was falling into his eyes, narrowed with concentration, or maybe vexation from getting himself worked up over what Mr. Skristin had demanded today. It was a simple expression, but so human, Shawn couldn't stop the grin that broke his features. In that moment, Shawn wanted nothing more than to freeze time and stay in the moment for as long as he possibly could. He wished Simon would stay up in the loft he called his room, and race him over and over again, until their eyes hurt from staring at the screen so long, and they lost count of who had won how many times.
The moment was broken when Simon sent Shawn's Boswer into a tailspin with a red shell just pixels from the finish line. Simon had let out a whoop of surprise and joy, which was what had snapped Shawn out of his daze. The next thing Shawn did was shoot him a jokingly irked face, before telling him he needed a drink. Light-headed, Shawn headed for the bathroom instead, where he proceeded to lose the contents of his lunch. He really did need the glass of water after that.
More than anything, Shawn was scared of what he was feeling. It was foreign to him, and he wasn't quite sure what to do about it. He returned to Simon with a shaky smile, but couldn't shake Simon's expression from his head.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Mar 7, 2018 20:42:27 GMT -5
If someone asked him when Simon knew he'd fallen in love with Shawn he honestly wouldn't have been able to answer it.
Maybe the first time he'd had an inkling that his feelings were stronger than just friends was sometime in his eighth grade year. They were doing exactly what they were right now, playing video games and just complaining about how dumb school was, when he'd looked over at Shawn and felt his chest tighten in such a weird way. The tightening had only served to fill his stomach with dread.
Shawn wasn't his first crush, and he'd hoped that it wasn't the last, so Simon knew exactly what that meant. He didn't have any qualms with liking Shawn because he was a guy, sixth grade was when Simon figured out he was gay himself, it was because this was his best friend. He didn't want to lose him just because of his stupid feelings. He knew for a fact that Shawn was straight so he just tried to push away his feelings for his friends sake. There was nothing that could ruin a friendship faster than admitting fereligns for someone else. So he kept their friendship painfully platonic, praying that his feelings would fade, even if it was doing anything but that. Even now, years later, he still felt his stomach twist and turn in excitement whenever he saw the taller boy.
Even now, as they were sitting next to each other in Shawns loft, his knee just barely touching Shawns as he tried his best to focus on wupping Shawns butt in this came. He'd been ranting continuously about their teacher Mr.Skristin. He actually expected them to have a ten page essay plus a powerpoint on a country and its history done within a week. Sure, they were in the Advanced Placement class, but even that was pushing it. He probably should have been at home and working on it but hanging out with Shawn took precedence over some stupid project that he didn't want to do anyways.
Sure, Simon was a straight A student, but he was also a top class procrastinator that had to be one of the laziest honors students out there. Honestly the only reason why he excelled was because of his ability to pull things out of his butt and make it sound intelligent and the fact that he had nearly a perfect recall when it came to work. It was why he was sitting there, letting out a screech of surprise when he finally beat Shawn, dropping his controller in excitement as he punched the air and whirled onto his best friend. He was grinning widely, fixing his glasses so he could get a good look at his best friend, laughing at the jokingly irked face.
After awhile Simon started to worry about his friend, wondering what was wrong, because the poor guy returned and looked so shaky. Almost immediately Simon was on his feet and was rushing over to him. He reached his hands up, having to straighten himself up a little, his five foot three stature making it hard for him to check out the guy completely. "Hey, you okay? You feeling sick or something?" The joking manner vanishing immediately at the thought of Shawn getting sick.
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Post by lozi on Mar 8, 2018 7:12:06 GMT -5
[ idk if you're already working on it so i don't mean to rush but do you have a physical description of Simon for me? just so i can better visualize him. ]
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Post by lozi on Mar 8, 2018 7:37:36 GMT -5
Shawn could listen to Simon laugh all day. He especially loved when he was the cause of the sound. He wished he always knew what Simon wanted to hear, if only to have him like him more. Even if it was platonic. To be frank, Shawn had it bad. He wanted to be as close as possible with Simon, he'd fallen in love with hearing what he thought, and his little quirks, and his passion for... anything he was interested in. His friends, Harry Potter (Shawn found Simon's nerdy tendencies all the more endearing), oh, and Mr. Skristin's latest tomfoolery. When Simon punched the air, he couldn't stop his grin, but when he whirled onto him, Shawn practically died.
As he was returning, Simon jumped to his feet and rushed up to Shawn. It kind of took him by surprise, the intensity of the action, and then his hands were reaching up and Shawn was pretty sure the tips of his ears were growing hot and red. He realized how short then Simon really was, even though he'd playfully teased him about it many a time. If one were observant, they might have noticed, if only for a split second, the subconscious look of pure infatuation that crossed Shawn's face. However, it was quickly replaced by a smooth smile, as he jocosely ruffled Simon's hair with the heel of his hand. "Yeah, I'm doing fine. Just felt a little light-headed there. Guess I got up to quickly." He crossed around Simon to his drawer, where he pulled out a pack of Extra Classic Bubble Flavored Gum. Shawn hated mint with a passion, especially strong mint. He did like fruit flavors though. Fruit flavored everything was pretty good in his opinion. Ok, most everything.
Pulling out a piece to disguise his breath, he offered the pack to Simon. "Gum?" Before sitting back down on the beanbags both boys had been spread out on. "And, if you're down for another round, keep in mind you're not going to win this time."
Shawn was desperately trying to rewire his thinking, this was his best friend, his male best friend. He was straight. Shawn had nothing against the LGBT+ community, don't get him wrong, and with time he'd become more comfortable with his sexuality, whatever it was. The problem was, this was Simon his friend of nine years, his parents would surely kick him out, and this was all new and foreign to him. Before, he'd been so sure he was straight.. but now? He had a 1965 Volkswagen bus, which he fondly called the Vanderlust. He hoped some day that it would carry equipment for a band he'd start. He didn't hope to live in it under a bridge, after being kicked out by his parents.
It hit him them, and he shot up out of his beanbag. Apparently, a lot of things were hitting him today. "What if we got stick n pokes?"
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Post by lozi on Mar 8, 2018 7:38:32 GMT -5
[ aaaahhh triple posting but what if when they're fighting, Shawn confesses how he feels and Simon accuses him of just trying to hurt him and that's what breaks them up? ]
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Post by sweetclover1 on Mar 8, 2018 9:31:06 GMT -5
Unfortunately, when it came to Shawn and his feelings, Simon had to the most dense and unobservant person to ever walk this planet. He hadn't even thought about the millisecond that the look of infatuation had crossed the others face,too focused on the others well being to notice it, worried that the redness in the guys face was because of some kind of fever. He blinked when a hand landed on his head, ruffling his curls, and then it was his turn for the heat to rise to his cheeks as he attempted to look away and play it off as nothing. He was still worried, but he supposed it could make sense that his best friend stood up too quickly and got dizzy.
It happened to Simon all the time, especially on the days when he was practicing his instruments and he didn't eat the entire day, completely in the zone as he played his Cello,flute, or percussion instrument. Then he'd stand up so fast that he'd pass out. He couldn't even begin to count the instances that the dork sitting next to him had walked in on him passed out right next to his instruments. He couldn't help but wonder if the first few times he'd been tempted to take Simon to the hospital but he was glad that the other hadn't. He wouldn't have ever gotten over the embarrassment of going to the ER because he forgot to eat in a day, his blood sugar always seemed to crash so quickly so the passing out seemed to happen a lot, and would have probably refused to ever go back. Even if he was bleeding profusely or actually dying.
He smiled at the offer of gum and took one gladly, enjoying the bubble gum taste as he popped a piece in his mouth, a mischeviosu twinkle in his eye. "Still haven't warmed up to mint yet?" He teased lightly, knowing the answer to the question already. He just liked giving theater a hard time about ti. Last April Fools day he'd replaced all of Shawns gum in his packs with mint flavored ones and wouldn't give them back to the end of the day. The disgusted look on Shawns face when he first popped the piece in his mouth was priceless and he really did wish he'd brought a camera to take a snapshot of that exact moment of realization.
"I think I'll stop while I'm ahead," He joked as he set down the gamecube controller and offered his friend a small grin. Honestly if he knew what Shawn was thinking he'd do anything to prevent him from worrying about having feelings for Simon. He'd say that he could smuggle Shawn into his own house (well, the one his mother, AKA the Wicked Witch, owned) easily and the place was so big no one would actually notice an extra person living there. Of course if his own mother found out he was gay he'd be kicked out too, but not before his brother got to him, not that the guy didn't push him around already. Simon still had bruises from his last altercation with the guy, his ribs were sore too, but he was trying to hide that one from Shawn. All he knew was that the two of them didn't get along at all and that was all he needed to know.
He nearly jumped when the other shot up, looking excited, before giving the suggestion: Lets get stick and pokes. Simon blinked in surprise, processing it for a moment, before grinning and nodding. "Oh heck yeah. That'd be so cool! We'd have, like, tattoos then. Lets do it! You have any ideas?" He asked eagerly, leaning forward just a little in his excitement. He liked the idea of getting stick and pokes with his best friend, and yeah, he really liked the idea of getting one done by his long time crush. So he was sitting there and grinning like an idiot at the idea.
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Post by lozi on Mar 8, 2018 16:30:03 GMT -5
[ Want to fast forward to the fight after wrapping up the whole tattoo gig? ]
Shawn stuck his tongue out boyishly at Simon at the mention of the prank. He didn't really have a particularly good reason to hate mint, he just did. He despised how strong it was, whether it was in mouthwash, gum, or peppermint candies. The prank Simon pulled surely had him fooled, he must've not been paying attention. Heck, the gum was green of all colors! How had he let that slip.
He tried to think of what kind of tattoo would fit best for them. There were so many options for him to choose from. They'd grown up alongside each other, always having each other's backs. They'd experienced so much together, it was only fitting that they get matching tattoos. They'd be a reminder of their everlasting friendship. In Shawn's mind, they'd stay best pals for as long as they lived. One might think it naive, but that was Shawn for you.
He ran his fingers through his thick black hair- he hadn't dyed it yet, and tossed it out of his face. "Hmmm...." There were honestly so many options that he could choose from. There was the fact that they loved to do duets on their instruments, Simon on the cello, flute, or percussion, and Shawn on his keyboard or one of his guitars- acoustic, bass, or electric. Shawn had a pretty great voice, so he'd sing if they were feeling it. He wanted to start his own band someday, another thing he should bring up to Simon. Maybe some kind of musical tattoo then? No... too cliche.
Shawn tried to think of one of the most crucial parts of their relationship, a good milestone that they could ink themselves with. He smiled as one of his favorite memories came back to him. It was their first sleepover, three days after they had met. Shawn's mother had broken down a whole chicken prior, which meant that there was a wishbone to break. Normally, Shawn would break it on his own, but he was overjoyed that he finally had someone to break the bone with. Simon and Shawn had jumped on the idea, grinning from ear to ear. They'd wrapped their little pinky fingers around the ends of the wishbone and tugged, Simon coming out with the bigger end. Most of the bones they broke ended as such, with Simon with the bigger half, and Shawn with the little half. Shawn, who was left-handed, always took the left side of the bone, and Simon the right.
"How about a wishbone? We can put it on the inner side of our pinky fingers, so our parents are less likely to see it. That way they can't laser it off of us." He laughed at that. "You can get it on your right hand, and I can do my left."
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Post by sweetclover1 on Mar 8, 2018 20:16:12 GMT -5
(Yeah that sounds good to me! Do you want me to start? If so could you give me a hint on how Shawns been acting so I could figure out how Simon would react and stuff?)
Simon only gave his best friend a devilish grin when his tongue poked out at him. To this day he wasn't sure how he'd managed to pull that prank off, later on he'd realized he'd gotten the green gum so it was pretty obvious, but at least it gave Simon even more ammo to gloat about. He never quite understood the others hatred of mint, he personally liked some variations of it, like Wintergreen. He absolutely loved wintergreen and then the hard peppermint candies that the teachers used to give out during tests. Other types of mint he wasn't a huge fan of, and peppermint kind of gave him a headache, but he still liked it well enough.
He watched the other curiously, clearly wanting to know his opinion on what they should do, his face open and friendly with basically his only friend. Sure, he had the people in his sections in band and orchestra, but this was someone he was so much closer to. He'd consider those guys acquaintances and still they drained him of his energy. Shawn, on the other hand, caused him little to no anxiety and was never draining for him. He could seriously hang out for hours with him and still feel the same.
He'd caught himself staring as Shawn ran a hand through his thick hair, fingers twitching at the thought of running his own hands through it, before catching himself and subtly moved his hands just a little bit further away from Shawn. He didn't trust himself to not do something weird like reach over and pet his hair.
So he simply focused on the task at hand: find some cool thing for them to tattoo on themselves. He was starting to think of doing something music related, maybe a treble clef? No... that'd be too hard for them to do. What about numbers? That.... that didn't sound quite right either. His face squinted just a little bit in concentration as he chewed his lip, thumb absentmindedly rolling the joystick of his controller around as he thought, still unable to keep still for longer than a minute or so. As a kid it got him into a lot of trouble, even if he was terrified of being called out in class he couldn't seem to keep still, maybe that was a reason why he was so anxious around teachers and other classmates. It was probably a ton of other things, too, but that was definitely a contributing factor of it.
He perked at the idea of a wishbone, though, because that was simple enough to do. Plus it meant a lot to the both of them, he still remembered the countless of times that they broke the wishbones, and how most of the time Simon got the bigger half. Of course half of the time Simon got it he'd trade with Shawn so he'd get the wish but still. He grinned at the idea and nodded eagerly, liking it. "Yeah, that'd be great. Then it'd be too hard to laser off too," He said with a grin before leaning in just a little more. "Look at us, being rebels," He joked lightly as he pulled out his phone, looking up the instructions for stick and poke tattoos.
(Should we skip here?)
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Post by lozi on Mar 8, 2018 20:33:45 GMT -5
[ yeah we can skip here.
i'm thinking Shawn gets a girlfriend and stops hanging out with simon as of late. he'll act really weird around him and the whole vibe is off maybe? you can infer some of it based on what we've already planned ]
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Post by lozi on Mar 8, 2018 20:46:43 GMT -5
[ Hmmm let's call her Stella Smith. She's controlling over Shawn and overbearing, and not very nice to Simon. It's not a love kind of thing on either's part, in a way they're using each other as a crutch, she's just using him as an accessory. She's pretty critical, and has a holier-than-thou vibe to her. ]
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Post by lozi on Mar 8, 2018 21:13:15 GMT -5
[ hmmm how late into sophomore year is it? ]
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Post by lozi on Mar 8, 2018 21:25:30 GMT -5
[ can we place it in december? maybe he asked her to home coming? ]
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Post by lozi on Mar 8, 2018 21:52:32 GMT -5
[ no worries, take your time ]
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Post by sweetclover1 on Mar 9, 2018 0:41:53 GMT -5
Simon never thought that he was the jealous type.
He had always known that Shawn would find a girlfriend. He knew for a fact that his best friend was straight, he'd pointed out plenty of girls to Simon before, and Simon would feign straightness and agree and point out another girl he found "cute". He knew that the day was going to come that one of those girls would like him back and his time would be spent taking care of whoever caught his eye.
He honestly believed that he'd be a good enough person to think that he could handle watching his best friend give some random chick the same looks he gave Shawn when he wasn't looking. It was wishful thinking, he knew, but it was something he had always wanted. To know his own feelings were returned. He had to do his best to avoid any kind of pain and had thought he could handle it when Shawn started to talk about someone called Stella. At first he felt his stomach drop but did his best to keep a smile on his face. He wanted to believe that Shawn at least had some kind of sense of what would be good for him and had a good taste in girls.
Unfortunately Simon couldn't have been more wrong.
Stella had to be the worst person in their entire school. Maybe it was a mixture of her being a genuinely bad person and the jealousy that had been brewing in his stomach. It hurt to see Shawn give her those soft eyes when she treated him so badly. She was just... just so controlling and had this holier than thou attitude that made Simon want to puke.
What made things worse was that she was taking Shawn away from him. They hardly hung out anymore and every time he tried to suggest them go out for a bite to eat or play some video games he was told that Shawn either didn't have time or he just didn't want to because Stella wanted to do somethign suddenly. It took Simon having to literally track him down at lunch (they didn't even eat together and Simon had to eat either in the bathroom or the band room because of this. His worst nightmare was eating in the cafeteria) to actually get him to talk.
It was why the dark haired boy had actually braved going into the cafeteria. The cacophony that assaulted his ears nearly brought him to tears, hating how each voice seemed to echo off of each other, panic taking over for a moment as he sat and stared for a few moments. He managed to shake it off, telling himself no one was looking at him, shuffling around as he tried to look for his best friend. Finally he found him, with Stella sitting on his lap, and he slipped over as he tugged on Shawns shirt. "Hey. C-can we talk?" He asked as quietly as possible, hoping Stella wouldn't notice him.
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Post by lozi on Mar 9, 2018 16:58:10 GMT -5
Did Shawn feel guilty? Yes. He did, very much so.
In fact, Shawn was overridden with guilt, to the point that he had almost broken and spilled to Simon several times before. What he wouldn't give to sit down with Simon once more and just drown their sorrows in mario kart and sheets upon sheets of music. It had been almost a month since they'd hung out, four since he'd started dating Stella.
If you asked him what he was doing with her, he probably tug on his collar with an ashamed expression, and blush a bright color. Truth be told, there was no love in the relationship, but Shawn was a good actor. So much so that after the first month he almost totally believed that Stella was what he wanted, all he could ever need. Maybe he held onto that belief for the relief from the guilt it caused him to treat Simon so.
He'd hoped Simon would get the clue, that he 'didn't have time for him anymore' but he so desperately wanted him to shake him by the shoulders and demand to know exactly what was going on. Of course, he wasn't sure he'd be able to tell him. Truth be told, Shawn had grown to almost resent Simon for doing this to him, for making him fall ever so hard for him. He had thought he understood himself, but now it had all shattered like a mirror. That, and the fact that Simon didn't seem to get a clue on how he felt.
In all honesty though, the problem was more within Shawn, and less pertaining to Simon. He was afraid. He'd never felt this strongly about anyone. Sure, he'd had some puerile crushes on girls before, but that was child's play and puppy love. Shawn had seen the real Simon, he had for ten years now, and he couldn't get enough of it. He wanted desperately to go back to being just friends, it pained him to resist the urge to reach out and touch his face, twirl his curly locks around his fingers, and snatch the glasses off his face and playfully hold them out of his reach. He knew he'd never be able to settle for just friends, but asking more from Simon was unfair in his eyes. The problem was, Shawn was in strong denial of his feelings, and his solution? Isolate himself from Simon until his feelings withered away and died.
It was a surprise when Simon came up to him at lunch. Stella was sitting on his lap, and his knee was starting to hurt. He'd ask her to get off, but he knew how big on publicity she was. If there was a single person to see them together, they'd get a whole show. That was how he ended up sucking face with her in the middle of lunch. He was uncomfortable with putting on such a display, but Stella never seemed to mind. A tug on his shirt brought him back from the one-sided kissing, and he jumped when he saw Simon. Smoothing his ragged hair that Stella's fingers had just been tugging on, painfully he might add, although he'd protested such aggression before. He pushed Stella away from his face, turning to face him. "T-talk? Yeah. Yeah. We can do that."
Stella scowled at him, her long pointed purple nails digging into his forearm. "Babe," She said the word insincerely, but Shawn didn't seem to notice. "Come on." She insisted. "You're not going to talk to him are you?"
Shawn unhooked her nails from his arm, where small crescent indents had etched themselves into his skin. "Just a second- Stella." It seemed as if he wanted to say something else, but he stopped himself. He easily lifted her off of his lap, and slid out of the booth that Stella had claimed for the pair. No one sat there, they took either the other booths, or one of the more common lunch tables. "I'm assuming you'd like to go somewhere else?" He finally got the courage to meet Simon's eyes, offering him a small smile. Stella moved to stand up and go with them, but Shawn waved her away. She protested, snatching a hold of his hand and whipping him around to face her. He frowned at her, something which must have taken her by surprise because she sat back down in the booth. He turned back to Simon. "I know you're not one for cafeterias."
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Post by lozi on Mar 9, 2018 17:05:59 GMT -5
[ Also, if you don't have the time to put up a post, i'm always down to chat or get to know each other better! ]
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Post by lozi on Mar 9, 2018 17:35:45 GMT -5
[ alrighty! pet sitting for a friend? what kind of pet? ]
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