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mine's better than any storebought. ( he states, matter-of-factly, before dumping a generous portion into the male's palm, carefully ensuring none spilled. ) ta-da. enjoy. 

[@belittlings]
            
                 Iguazu leans forward , setting his water bottle down.  “ Trail mix ?  Yeah , toss some my way . . . ”  He holds out his hand.  “ It’s been a minute since I’ve had any of this. ”

thanks. ( dev settled there, grabbing a small bag from his pocket, ) want some trail mix? made it myself. 

[@yngstfame]
            
                 “ What’s with the / constant / need to remind me you’re loaded ?  You’ve said it , like , a dozen times this week already.  Yeah , I get i t— congrats.  It’s old. ”

i work /very/ hard, for your information. my career is important to me. i just happen to also be rich! 

[@yngstfame]
            
                 “ Why’re you such a spoiled little brat ?  I swear , you rich kids are all the same — soft , loud , and used to getting everything handed to you. ”

[@ynfuit]
            
                 “ Someone sent me a damn psychiatrist ?  Ha . . .  I can already guess who’s behind that, but don’t expect me to name names.  I’ll deal with them later.  And why the hell does it matter if I’ve got anger issues or not ?  That’s my problem , not theirs.  What goes on in my life isn’t anyone else’s concern. ”

ׄ　　︶  ྀི◟  ͜◞˚̣̣̣　　ׄ࣪      “ yet I was sent here.... To you... For this continuous and    /these/ is this like a casual thing you have going on? that won’t fly as a sport”
                                   ׄ━ ᩘ̼⌣ৡ‿◞ ྀི @headbringer

[@ynfuit]
            
                 “ What’s it to / you / ?  That’s my business , not yours . . .  but yeah , if you want to call it that , I guess it looks that way.  Not like it matters to anyone but me , anyway. ”

/    I’m having so many typos today..  igauzu LMFAO

[@-sparrowcall] /    this man can fix me fr..

{ @headbringer }
            
            // still ate with the theme <3

/ yes.

{ @g5_redguns }
            
            // ALSO, YOU ATE WITH THE NEW THEME-

{ @g5_redguns }
            
            // i made it to the weekend, she misses her wifey </3

[@ibPLUS]
            
                 “ What , you trying to be a comedian now ?  Don’t get comfortable , freak — you’re not getting off that easy.  It was supposed to be / you / , not him.  This mess is on you , and trust me . . .  your turn to hit the dirt’s coming. ”

..oh, i forget. isn’t he dead? (￣∇￣)

[@ibPLUS]
            
                 “ Yeah , we are.  But every time you show up , you strut around like you own the damn place.  I don’t know what G1 sees in you — ’cause I sure as hell don’t.  You’re nothing but Walter’s lapdog , and you’ve got no business being inside an AC. ”

i’m not special, iguazu. we’re the same, aren’t we? same augmentations. same generation. except i’m no hot-headed coward, unlike you. maybe i am better than you.

[@ibPLUS]
            
                 “ Tch — yeah , real funny , freelancer.  Keep lying to yourself if that’s what gets you through the night.  I’m still on my feet , so don’t get it twisted.  Now tell me — what makes you think / you’re / so damn special ? ”

[@act_two]
            
                 “…What? Are you serious?” He let out a low groan, rolling his eyes. “You don’t even check the weather before heading out? What, you trying to trash your outfit on purpose?” He shook his head with a scoff. “And no, there’s no stick up my ass—I’m just trying to figure out why the hell you thought that was a good idea.”

“ Nooo … ?  I barely even go outside and my phone isn’t even charged. “ She made a face because at least it was just raining. Wasn’t like dangerous weather. Yeah, she might be shaking like a leaf, but she could handle that. “ What stick is up your ass today?”
            
            @g5_redguns 

[@act_two]
            
                 “What, you don’t check the news or even glance at a weather report before running off? The forecast literally said there was a high chance of rain—try paying attention next time.”

ugh, are you done? ( he snapped, his face flushed, pride clearly bruised, hands curling at his sides. ) don’t talk about my parents like they’re some joke. you have no idea how much power you’re joking about. ( he scoffed sharply, eyes blazing. ) spare me the ‘life lesson’ crap. you’re not my teacher, you’re just some stranger getting way too comfortable running his mouth. 

[@yngstfame]
            
                 He stared at the kid for a beat, then barked out a sharp laugh, pointing at them as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The harder they tried to act tough, the more amused he got. “You’ve gotta be shitting me,” he snorted between laughs, finally dropping his hand. “Kid, you really think your parents are gonna waste their time on some random stranger?” His grin turned sharp. “And snitching? Yeah, no—bad habit to pick up. Life’s got a real nasty way of teaching people why that doesn’t end well.”

oh, suddenly i’m the problem? * he snapped, stepping closer instead of leaving. * don’t call me that like it’s an insult. i wear it better than you say it. * he scoffed, eyes sharp. * i’m not going anywhere. you’re the one that's now made me mad. if anyone’s wasting time here, it’s you, loudly. tch.. just wait until i tell my parents how you've treated me. 
            
            / same omg i'm living for it

[ A smooth, slow smile spreads across Rafayel's face, his eyes holding a look of amusement mixed with something warmer. ]
            
            " A lecture? My dear, I wouldn't dream of it. Lectures are dull, and you are anything but. " [ He lets his gaze linger on Iguazu for a moment longer ] " ...And you're right, I haven't met you. But you possess a kind of stunning, sharp energy that makes me want to start memorizing that 'high-priority pattern' right now. "
            
            [ Rafayel leans in just a fraction, lowering his voice slightly. ] " If your face reminds me of anyone, it's of someone I should be spending a great deal of time on. Your problem is thinking that's a threat, not a promise. And trust me, I'd rather earn a warm welcome than be owed one. "

[@firepaints]
            
                 “Tch. Spare me the lecture, will you?” Iguazu scoffs, eyes narrowing as he gives the man a once-over. “You say it’s just an ‘observation,’ but you talk like you’re reading out of some damn psychology manual.”
            
                 He clicks his tongue, unimpressed.
            
                 “Look, if my face reminds you of someone you should’ve been paying attention to, that’s your problem, not mine. Doesn’t change the fact that I’ve never met you, and I don’t owe you a warm welcome for whatever ‘high-priority pattern’ you think you’ve got rattling around in that head of yours.”

/    oh don't worry about that, i can totally handle this     ;)
            
            " I don't appreciate the aggression. It's a simple observation, not a declaration of acquaintance. " [ A faint crease appears between his brows, his lips curving into a subtle, almost skeptical smile ]
            
             " The feeling of belated recognition is a psychological phenomenon—it simply means your features or presence align closely with an established, high-priority pattern in my mind. Perhaps a person I should have been looking for. Nothing more and certainly nothing to swear about. "