derphappie:

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                         Sad story of people from the lower class in the social hierarchy and their state for being forever broke. He still has his ongoing debts with the hospital for keeping his mother there — and then there are his sisters he’ll have to look after. He hardly have any time to actually feed himself with proper food besides free pizza from Dominos; bless said pizza place and pizza goodness. Of course, the despatcher turned once feeling himself being called upon. Crap, he awkwardly knew the intention, and he doesn’t like this. Five boxes of pizza could last him and his sister for 3 days and he doesn’t feel like sharing. “Err — hi…” walk faster goddammit

                     Adri is forever awkward when it comes to social interactions, which is why he finds it completely okay to keep his arm around the male’s shoulder, even leaning in a bit closer. He’s always been a bit physical, when he was initiating it of course—if you dared touch him without permission, then there was probably gonna be a fist in your face. “Hey,” He spoke, voice at a neutral tone. At least he didn’t sound like a creep. “It’s really late. Why are you walking around with so many boxes of pizza?” Genuinely curious, as if he’s one to talk—this guy obviously has something he’s doing, where Adrian is literally just walking around. 


derphappie:

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                          Free midnight pizza party by the street. Someone rob him. he’s holding five boxes of pizzas, while walking down the street; a little left overs for the day. Felix was happy of course; who wouldn’t be happy over free pizzas. And a lot too. Maybe his sisters would be delighted with his achievement for the day. 

                     Oh, God. Adrian is so frickin hungry right now, he hasn’t eaten since breakfast because he’s broke and doesn’t get his paycheck until next week, not to mention his cabinets are completely cleared out. Though, he did find a moldy bag of carrots in his fridge and he was tempted to eat them before throwing it away. Suddenly, he smells pizza, and his stomach is practically crying. With nonchalance, he throws his arm around the boy carrying those boxes. “Hey, friend. How are you doing?” Adri, quit being creepy.


avaportrail:

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                                 And Layne may or may not have telepathy, or may or may not just be casually psychic and may or may not know what some stupid shit is doing inside a bathroom stall. And he kicks the door, hoping it was Adrian’s stall but however did he even know that the latter was there? God knows. “If you fricking write my number on the door I will punch you in your testis”

                     Ah, yes, but it’s too late now! Even if that did made Adrian jump and scream, he still managed to write Layne’s number on the door in permanent marker. Yeah, permanent. “This was here when I came in.” He’s then going to discreetly throw the marker under another stall. Getting rid of evidence.

                     Adrian may or may not have a sharpie in his hand, and he may or may not have his phone on while looking at Layne’s phone number, and he may or may not be writing that number under the words ‘Call for a good time!’ on a bathroom stall. 


clamantesangelus:

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{☂};— At the moment Masami’s carrying his favorite stuffed bunny around and looking at pretty clothes and other items. He wished he could have clothes like that…. but they wouldn’t look good on him, they would show his scars and disgusting flabby fattiness (that’s what he thinks) so he just longed for them by staring at them through store windows. As he did this he wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on around him so once he started moving on to another store he didn’t not notice the other in front of him and bumped right into the stranger. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

                     God, Adrian needed a car and bad—he was too lazy for this shit, that shit—being having to walk everywhere. Not to mention, when it came to rude passerby, honestly! Was it that hard to give a simple ‘excuse me’, or at least make your rudeness much more obvious with a ‘fuck you’. People these days. The male was now practically stomping down the sidewalk, steeping between roaming bodies expertly, as if his body were on autopilot. His destination: the book store, planning on getting one of the new Green Lantern’s. He was a bit excited, even if strangers had dampened his mood a bit—and, his excitement was what kept him from strangling the male who hadn’t been ‘watching where he was going’. So, instead he placed a hand on his hip, bringing another to push back his fringe while snapping out a quick, “Well, maybe next time you should try to do that. You know, like a normal person.” 


Still Sane
Lorde - Pure Heroine (1,625)

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Lorde | Still Sane (Live)


paletintofviolet:

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"f-famous? Oh, no, no." The laptop was closed and he waved his hand flustered. "—Someone I know, I meant. Oh, really? Are you a famous person, then?" Now he was excited, a smile on his face evident of this.

                     Adrian flinched, blinking twice. Oh—so this guy actually thought he was famous? “No, I’m not.” He ground out the words, quite upset with himself for not achieving that yet. “If you want though, you can have my autograph. I’m getting there.” He’s bought the shoes for his supersuit, anyway.


derphappie:

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                              Awkward? Perhaps. He’d never encounter sucha a thing before, and this is why he dislikes working up front at the counter and prefers his delivery job. People are just — peculiar; maybe that’s what make them special, each of them has their own unusual antics. “Err —  do you mean like liquid food?” He asked, unsure of whatever it is he was asking. “We sell pizzas sir, not uh baby food”

                     Adrian let out an exasperated sigh, placing his elbows on the counter and leaning forward. “Not like that! Listen, my boyf—,” No, he’s going to die if he says that. “My friend is anorexic, and I’m trying to get him to eat. So, to do that, I have to find more creative methods. What pizza do you have that will be easy to shove down someone’s throat?” 

                     "Hey, so, I’m looking for something but—I’m not sure what to get. Do you have anything here that could easily be shoved down someone’s throat while they’re sleeping? Like, food wise of course." Having an anorexic boyfriend (kind of boyfriend) is tough work. It involves a lot of dedication and ninja-like sneak attacks.


paletintofviolet:

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"Oh. Oh!” he startled, the boy didn’t quite see you there from his laptop he was working on. “For a moment there, I thought you were someone else—.”

                     "Huh?" He simply stares for a moment, about to simply turn away with a shrug and a scoff, however, an idea suddenly came. "Someone else? You mean, you thought I looked like someone famous? Ha—, happens all the time." No, no it doesn’t.