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/⠀AHHHHHH

*   do finger guns 

/   hola

❤︎. late but please!!omg..

*   pplssss teehee <3

⠀⠀⌁  ·    hmm,    anything   w   curiosity  or  genuine  concern.

ID :    CARDOSO ,    @clawandpaw
            
            i—    what?    (    ...    )    nuh-no.    what d'you...    what d'you    /want/?    this is m—    my apartment!

finish the insult first.

ID :    CARDOSO ,    @clawandpaw
            
            ...    d'you always look like um,    like th—    (    ...    )    wh—    what d'you want...?    :/

/  on brucie oc  

    ❨ !  ❩   :        gimmie ! 

@prodiqal * NO (on @updownoverout please :3)

/   !!

[ @prodiqal ]
            
            / (: /

/  woo

ID :    CARDOSO ,    @bearbrawls
            
            what...?    no,    'm—    'm not drunk!    somebody's followin'    me,    n'...    n'    they wanna kill me!    i can't just—    *    more irritated by his inability to finish sentences he wants to say,    oz shakes his head    &    rummages through his pockets,    coming up empty-handed.    palms tap against his thighs,    until finally oz speaks up again,    fear constricting his throat    &    making it even harder to talk.    *    i—    my father,    he um...    he—    sends people?    after me.    n'    um,    n'...    he wants me—    i think—    dead?    i dunno.    i just...    let me in.    /please/.

i think you've had too much to drink tonight, man.    *  his words are cold,  cutting straight through the other's statement & to the point.    all the signs point to a man losing his patience.    yet,  after the words,  maverick seems to become less sharp lines & narrowed eyes and more akin to a tired,  hunched form.  *    listen. you got somethin' to show you were in here the other night like you say—    *  he leaves the sentence unfinished,  the implication quiet and secretive,  but clear.    otherwise,  like i said,  get lost.

ID :    CARDOSO ,    @bearbrawls
            
            ...    *    wiping his nose on the back of a trembling,    inked hand,    oz opens his mouth to reply,    but no words come out.    they never do when he needs them to.    what's he meant to say?    that he's lying,    that he needs to get in because he's paranoid someone is following him,    someone with jagged teeth    &    black eyes who definitely wants him dead?    definitely not.    *    /please/,    mate.    i—    m'name's oz.    i was...    i was here,    um,    a couple days ago.    — there's someone followin'    me,    n'...    um,    he's gonna—

ID :    MARINO ,    @LADYF0RTUNE
            
            ...    okay.    *    gripping the chair,    oz attempts to scoot himself forward,    but he    &    the chair stays in place.    *    i dunno,    i just...    yeah.    somethin'—    somethin'    bad happened.    i dunno.

@prodiqal     |      〞YOU’RE A TERRIBLE LIAR.    〞     ludovica leaves it at that.   perhaps she would rather hear the lie instead of the truth.   the inability to take care of the child  (she) was entrusted with only seemed to haunt her.    silence ensues,   trapping them like flies in honey.    &   yet,   she has no intention on changing the subject. 

ID :    MARINO ,    @LADYF0RTUNE
            
            ...    *    the words he wants to say rip at his throat,    clawing at him over    &    over in a desperate attempt to escape him    &    give ludovica the honest answer.    it doesn't come.    *    i—    no.    no,    'm...    fine.    i just gotta...    catch m'breath.    i'll be okay,    um.