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@guilthunts
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⠀︶ ⠀⠀ ♱⃓ ⠀⠀. . . ⠀ شامل ہوئے Haziran 2025
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soon , caleb is slowly backing out of the bed. " seven , not a second later ... i just —— i gotta sort some things out , okay ? " quickly stumbling to pull shoes back on.
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" no. you can't. " he responds with a grin , poking her slightly. " it's a surprise. " mulling possible ideas over in his head as he speaks. " just ... be ready by seven , okay ? " leaning forwards to kiss her head.
⁎ 𐚁 𝒛┈omb̼ie.@clericise
⠀ “can i ask what we’re doing?” she asks, smile wide———————suddenly very giddy. “or is that a surprise?” she continues. already planning potential outfits; maybe she can even squeeze in a
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" you okay ? " a breath , trying to to survey his injured face. " i ... what a dick. " he huffs , glancing back at the guy as he just stares from across the bar.
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straightening himself , caleb turns to try and help grant up off the floor. " the fuck. " he muttered , head shaking as the guy disappeared and the rabble started staring. money tucked away , the younger approaches grant at the bar.
𝒮𝙴͟𝚃͟𝙷 ✸ 𝒞𝙾͢𝙷͢𝙴͢𝙽 .ᐟ@loseroats
upon seeing caleb get pushed around , grant rushes over to the attacker ( who’s a good bit taller than him ... but as are most people ... ) & shoves him . “ he won fair and square , asshole . “ another shove ———- which results in
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eyes scan around ... seemingly alone , then glancing back with a practised , charming smile. " you , uh —— are you okay ? "
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body turns , hearing the voice. he formed before slowly approaching the woman sat on the floor. " uh , hey ... " he's clearly lost but wouldn't admit it , backpack strung over shoulder.
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shake hands , be a pleasant winner , instead he's shoved , stumbling back into table. " woah , hey ! " laughing , but it's a dangerous chuckle.
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satisfied , caleb plays the game. close , close —— he wins. downing beer , he smirks in joyous occasion. a cheer , applauding himself. " too bad , buddy. " he jests , taking the hundred dollars. joyriding , he goes to shake.
𝒮𝙴͟𝚃͟𝙷 ✸ 𝒞𝙾͢𝙷͢𝙴͢𝙽 .ᐟ@loseroats
“ but ———- “ at a loss for words , realization setting in that caleb is just going to do whatever he wants . “ whatever . if you’re down fifty after this , i don’t wanna hear shit from you . “ reaching up to pat his shoulder before
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" it's fine. " head shaking , now getting ready to play. " i'll win. " he whispers , patting grant on the arm as he lines the balls back up.
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eyes stay on the man behind grant , laughing softly before he strains down to look at brother. " oh , c'mon. i smoked that guy. " he says , almost in disbelief. " we don't have a budget , yet we're here. " he states , gesturing.
𝒮𝙴͟𝚃͟𝙷 ✸ 𝒞𝙾͢𝙷͢𝙴͢𝙽 .ᐟ@loseroats
watching like an emotionless hawk , and brows raising when he wins the game . “ not too bad . “ grant lowly speaks to himself with an impressed nod when younger brother wins ———- immediately hopping up from his seat when the money is
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/ need more moots ... doesn't have to be supernatural creatures , even just horror accs / other fandom accs ... oc's who deal with serial killers or anything like that pls pls
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caleb , unusually lucky , wins. much to the older guys dismay. " unlucky , bud. " another swig from beer before he's laughing. " alright ; another round. you wanna put money on it ? " and , fifty dollars is slapped down , smirking.
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a huff. " suit yourself. " now turning , he glances back at the pool table. after a few glances , he gestures to another guy. a tiny grin as he accepts , now sauntering over to caleb. they greet and soon start playing.
𝒮𝙴͟𝚃͟𝙷 ✸ 𝒞𝙾͢𝙷͢𝙴͢𝙽 .ᐟ@loseroats
“ i’m alright . “ he responds , shaking his head . there’s just too much going on for him to really let loose , hence him barley even having a singular sip from his bottle thus far . after all , this pit stop wasn’t for him ———- it
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holding her soft , like he would break her. if only he knew ...
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" i am. " he doesn't mention where , or when ; just tomorrow. hunting training be damned. he'll deal with his father and brother — he feels he's been neglecting her. " so , make sure you put your prettiest clothes on. "
⁎ 𐚁 𝒛┈omb̼ie.@clericise
⠀ smiles and rolls her eyes at the compliment———————never one for accepting them. it’s sweet; *𝒉𝒆’𝒔 sweet, and she’s well aware how lucky she is. rolls so frame is facing him, smile
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fine ... he wants to keep secrets — so can caleb. " want me to whoop your ass ? give you something different to have nightmares about. "
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beer is soon finished , set down as he orders another one ; on grant's tab. " should've guessed it was about dad. " there's almost a hint of sarcasm before he's making his way towards pool table.
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" huh . . . " he nods , chugging again. strange , he thinks ——— their father didn't share the same name as grant's wife. what's he not telling him ? " makes sense. " he muses , trying to act like he believed him.
𝒮𝙴͟𝚃͟𝙷 ✸ 𝒞𝙾͢𝙷͢𝙴͢𝙽 .ᐟ@loseroats
short fingernails pick at the label on his beer bottle , continuing to look down at the glass bottle when caleb speaks . he can’t admit it , but the dream shook him up more than it should’ve . too vivid , too graphic , too much for
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