open for business

[deafens]

for messages for phone calls for random meetings for picture prompts whenever + wherever etc.

Comments

[parties]

what the hell is the third date rule?

[deafens]

is that the one where you fuck?

[deafens]

( kidding )

whoops 3/3

[deafens]

( no i'm not )

[parties]

wait so you do the do on the third date?

this a rule??

[parties]

don't mess with me nic my dick is on the line

ain't no party like a pancake party

[pietas]

Nic.

[ A beat. ]

Nic.

[ It's a low, rasping groan with pressure applied to her shoulders softly. They're tangled in sheets that have twisted like rope, barely dressed, laying on whatever they brought back with them from the party. Tris barely remembers brushing his teeth, let alone jumping in the shower for a quick wash down like he usually does when he reminds himself he's not at school, he didn't climb back over the stone wall again.

And he's hungry.

And smells like booze and cloves that have gone stale. ]

Niiiiiiiiiic.

[ He tried shaking you. He tried being a nice. Ok, he barely tried. It's taken him at total of five seconds before he gets impatient enough to use elbows and knees. Girl schmirl so what if you're fun to make out with and stuff--get up. ]

Nic. My leg's tingly, get off it.

[deafens]

[ the thing is, nic sleeps like the dead at the best of times let alone after having a rather tiring night the even before. she's dead to the world even as tris starts talking, even as hands meet her shoulders and, impressively enough, even when the voice literally less than a foot from her ear starts to raise in impatient volume.

it's hard to ignore an elbow to the back though, and finally she groans and starts trying to swat over her shoulder at him. ]

Go away, [ she whines, twisting and wriggling and generally getting more tangled up until eventually she's facing tristan. with another grumble, nic jabs her finger in his ribs and smooths over the gesture with a quick peck of a kiss to his lips. ] what time is it? It's too early.

[pietas]

No, 'cause there's only one bed and you're hogging like two-thirds of it like a jackass.

[ She's twisting up the sheets and he's not exactly in a proper place to twist back so he lets her fuss around until finally she's facing him. The light is warm against the crown of his head, splits the bed in two and he looks at her, slightly squinting against it.

The kiss helps a little. Just a bit. ]

Ten-ish.

[ He shifts in the sheets himself, under a warm tangled quilt and their limbs both askew he lets out a sigh that's mostly stale morning breath and buries his face into the covers again. ]

Hungry, though. Really hungry.

[ He looks up briefly. ]

Say, Nic--If I buy you pancakes will you get up with me to go get 'em?

[tangit]

i think my brain is on fire

[tangit]

but like

[tangit]

in a good way????????

[tangit]

like u no in hercules how hades head is fire it's like that

[tangit]

but like

[tangit]

red

[deafens]

holy cannolis how much did u take d?

[dwelt]

can i come over.
please.

[deafens]

ofc. are you sad or bored i need to dress appropriately.

i realized he'd probably text her the next day bc he's not a scrub

[accountability]

Hey.

You busy tonight?

a scrub is a guy who can't get no love from nic

[deafens]

Free as a bird. Or well a bird that is ignoring the growing pile of laundry anyway. You have something in mind?

like a week + a few days after the hunt

[untier]

send weed

[ the eloquent text he shoots nic's way once he's finally awake in the infirmary, and allowed to have his cell phone in quarantine. because, yeah, still in here. ]

[deafens]

[ well thank u for letting her know ur not dead pal ]

do you think i have courier pigeons trained to fly weed into the infirmary?

late night text from grant's phone

[inumbrated]

so what are you up to these days are you still doing the bcr recruiting thing do parents like you

[deafens]

( oh nbd just the ghosts of ex's past apparently hitting u up in the middle of the night. )

when i've got nothing better to do yeah. they like me more than marco + max but that's not saying a lot. what's up, where u at lately? the firey gig still working out?

[voider]

nic

this is harper

[ nic probably knows but harper isn't entirely sure he's harper anymore, so better put it there for everyone to see ]

i need drugs

[ classy ]