* ꇙ𝑒𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑛 ꃳ𝑎𝑖𝑙 ⸝

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝖨 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖻͟𝗋͟𝗈͟𝗄͟𝖾͟𝗇͟. 𝖨’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗲𝗹. 𝖨’𝗆 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

He definitely didn't want to talk about that. So, he interrupts him. "What's your angle here? What do you want? Trying to sell me some business ideas? A cyber coin that I should invest in? Or is it just sex? Whatever it is. Just say it, already. I don't wanna waste my time."

“pets are great company. i definitely know the feeling of loneliness and i don’t know how i’d cope with it without them.” as soon as sebastian presents the issue, he’s already strategizing solutions. it’s so much easier to do that for other people’s problems. “i could —

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ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟. 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒. 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎. ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙. 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡. 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝖨 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖻͟𝗋͟𝗈͟𝗄͟𝖾͟𝗇͟. 𝖨’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗲𝗹. 𝖨’𝗆 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

something lit up his face when sebastian mentioned the names of his cats. it wasn’t exactly a smile, but as close as you could get to one without actually doing it. “of course i do.” — he turned his phone to show him his lockscreen. it was a picture of the two — “they’re great!”

"Another glass, man." He says to the man at the bar, and when he does, Miles pours the drink for him. "Just thinking about work. What do you do?"

“i have a black cat you can borrow. although, only for like an hour or so. i’d miss him too much otherwise.” it was only partially a joke. he did miss his cats every second he spent away from them. connor took another sip, letting the warm feeling caress his throat. “i used —

“Born like…?” Marnie sat in the car. Then shook their head. “Oh… uhm, no.” They were embarrassed to admit they had been faking it the whole time they had a show.

Miles just wanted to drink and think about nothing. Maybe the conversation would be distracting, the other was fine looking too. "Sit. I don't own the place after all" He smirks. "I'm drinking whisky, want some?"

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