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Jonas Ward
18 / MALE / EARTH
18 / MALE / EARTH
NOT LOOKING FOR COMMITMENT, JUST SOMEONE TO TALK TO. SORRY IN ADVANCE IF I'M A DICK, I'M LITERALLY JUST TRYING TO GET BYJONAS LIKES TO COMPLAIN ABOUT HIS CIRCUMSTANCES DESPITE THE FACT THAT THEY WERE BROUGHT ABOUT BY HIM. SURE, IF YOU'D LIKE A NON-THREATENING PRESENCE AROUND, HE'LL SUIT YOUR PURPOSES UNTIL YOU GROW TIRED OF HIM, BUT IN THE END, WHY BOTHER? HE'S ANOTHER SAD SOUL IN A SEA OF SAD SOULS. DON'T KID YOURSELF; YOUR INTERACTIONS WON'T BE UNIQUE... BUT "WHO, THEN, ARE YOU TO JUDGE YOUR NEIGHBOUR?" GUESS I'M INTO SPORTS, TOO, AND I PLAY A COUPLE OF INSTRUMENTS. IF ANY OF THIS RESONATES, HMU. OR DON'T.
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Swiping right?
Swiping left?
βΉ noctis.
impatiently, jonas snorts at the joke that falls flat for both of them, folding his arms for the time it takes noctis to come to the door. he's grateful to hear it opening in lieu of silence that might have indicated being further waylaid in the hall.
it's a bit funny that he expected noctis to somehow look different after their uncanny text message encounter. seeing him in the doorway now, the same as ever, there's no helping his inaudible sigh of relief. no red glow, no distorted voiceβhim, offering him a drink.)
Sure, man, thanks... what kind you got?
(jonas steps inside, shutting and locking the door.
with this being his second trip to noctis' place, he's less careful about minding his manners. he abandons his coat by the door, the clothing tossed here and there giving him silent permission to dump his own anywhere, and follows his friend in.)
We live, like, weirdly close. We're not next-door neighbours or anything, but it's actually pretty convenient. A few blocks or something.
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The only change now since Jonas's last visit?
A noticeable increase in dirt and trash, the floor unswept, bed unmade, and trash β almost all plastic containers for food or drink β gathered mostly in a bag near the door. A few errant items are still present on the coffee table, and the fact that he feels no shame over this might be telling. ]
Probably a good thing. That means if anything happens with you I can be there quick. [ He crosses to the fridge, opening it to peer inside with a soft hum. ]
I've got a grapefruit one and something called "RC" if that means anything to you. They're both pretty okay.
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alex would deny it. deny it or tell him that he is a troublemaker.
he came here out of a mix of concern and curiosity after all, didn't he? she was always right, even when she was at her harshest. now, in her position, feeling alone in a risk-taker's world where one misstep could mean the end, he understands the pressure she was under. maybe he ought to smarten up and stop acting so victimized.)
Sorry, never mind. I'll take the RC. If it's RC Cola, it's something from home.
(noctis may wander to the fridge by himself, but that doesn't stay true. jonas eventually appears to lean directly beside it while his friend rummages, folding his arms across his chest with a gauging look at the space he's in.)
I mean this in the nicest way possible, but my folks would see, like, food and garbage out in my room and be like "It looks like a frat house in here." Did you have people over or something?
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I don't know what I expected.
We do not have dog-sized rats, no. Not where I'm from at least, maybe somewhere in South America or like Asia somewhere??
I think the scariest animal we have is polar bears. Like they're just bigger bears with nefarious agendas.