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post-dessert clarity

warning. “alright,” he said, stretching one leg out in front of him. “i've arrived.” he glanced at her phone, then at her. “nate said you needed help with something and heavily implied i was the man for the job.” his mouth pulled slightly at one corner.

charlie had always liked making things more difficult than they needed to be. he spotted her on a bench in the quad, phone in hand. charlie came up with his sunglasses on, despite the weather being aggressively average, and dropped onto the bench beside her without much —

every once in a while, charlie did something useful. usually by accident, or because someone had caught him at the exact wrong time and he'd said yes before thinking it through. that was more or less how he'd ended up agreeing to help nate's girlfriend with her socials. it —

rolled to his elbows, top buttons undone, hair slightly ruined from running his hand through it too much. the cigarette sat at the corner of his mouth while he checked his phone.

he's standing outside a club in the smoking area, a drink in one hand and a cigarette pinched lazily between two fingers. the club behind him was boiling, all bass and sweat and people shouting. outside wasn't any better. leaning against the brick wall, his shirt sleeves —

@sumsnipes / ready to catch it fr

@nepoblem / threw summ to your way🧎🏻‍♀️

/ connections or else

bulking szn.

@lovesramblings / meeting my demands nice

@nepoblem / love can be the love of several of your muses’ lives idk

@ofcoffeestained / let's cook

@nepoblem / / would love to come up with a connection!

@ofcoffeestained / 🙂‍↕️

@nepoblem / / 🤲🏼

no disconnect. just complete and sincere well wishes.

@lovesramblings / good thing i was gonna steal you anyway

@nepoblem / i fear i can’t stay away from your muses idk