UR SO SILLY nobody will read this it's human nature :B I SHALL THEN.
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It was cold. Northern states certainly felt a lot of this, and New York had recieved an unusually fast winter. Tuna liked it hot, to be sure - it was a wonder she was still staying here. No other way to live but the city, apparently. This particular day was no different from the others, however, with the woman's black Mustang parked outside her apartment, and her own person safely inside.
A rapid song was emanating from the laptop on the couch. A saxaphone lay next to it. Their owner was elsewhere, busied with dish of seemingly epic proportions. Shrimp. Bellpeppers. The blonde took an experimental taste, unbothered by the heat, and nearly danced over to the counter, whisking up a cutting board and sliding the onions into the stew with a kitchen knife. The gumbo was looking good, her mood was looking up, and today looked like a good one.
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To be truthful, Key's life had improved ever since he outright left his partner without a goodbye of any sort. He simply left; there was no other way to word it. And he'd been content about it, never thought to bother explaining himself. At least not until Her had mentioned re-befriending Tuna a while back before having pouted for him to go straighten out the wrinkles of their own relationship.
He didn't want to. And he never would have had Her not been there to kick his ass out of the house for a day or two so he had time to get to New York from wherever he had been before. Frankly, he couldn't even remember had he tried, being as confused as he was. He was instructed to visit Tuna, and if that meant knocking on her door to say hello before turning to leave again, then he would. This interested him about as much as a leaf falling unknowingly off a dieing tree.
He raised tan knuckles to her door in hopes that it was the wrong address before pulling his red sweater down to smooth it out.
It was as if on cue that the music ended and a sharp knock sounded at the door. Her head flicked to the side at the sound of it. Not expecting anyone. Still, the sizzling pot on the stove required her attention, so she merely shouted, "It's open!" before returning to the task at hand. It was risky just leaving her door unlocked. Still, the Glock tucked snugly under her pant leg was enough reason to be comfortable.
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Great, so it was both the right apartment and really Tuna. That voice was unmistakable.
But he wasn't in the mood to let himself in. He would never have forgiven himself in the future had he known that he was the one to walk in on this whole thing should it turn out to be as garish as he imagined it would. "Good, then open it," he mumbled, running the hand he'd raised to make himself known via tapping on wood through his light hair. He slipped it down to the back of his neck before tilting his head back to the ceiling, closing his eyes to relax and let out a bit of frustration towards this whole situation. He almost felt he'd be disappointed if he didn't leave her place without a few bruises as it was inevitable he'd receive a few. At least that's how he saw it.
It was almost a minute before she realized that nobody had entered. Raising an eyebrow at the door, the blonde laid down the knife and spoon, shook the hair out of her eyes, and limped across the room to the entrance of the flat. Long fingers found the doorknob, and she pulled, prepared to greet whichever friend it was with a smile.
Her grin disappeared in a flash the minute her brain told her eyes what they were seeing. Oh, crap.
A few different choices flitted across her mind. Most violent. However, the snide inner voice that cropped up made the right decision painfully apparent, and she did her best to keep her tone neutral. "What are you doing here?"
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I'M SORRY I CONTRACTED AIDS BECAME ILL ON SATURDAY.
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Truth be told, he'd winced at the sight of her; not necessarily because he hadn't expected so little change in her appearance--she looked no different at all--but because he had expected to be hit in some way. But he stayed his ground and shrugged off his gesture of taking a step back before sighing. "I don't know," he frowned, crossing his arms. "Her wanted me here for--well, hell knows why. I don't know; just--say hi and be done with it. It's fuckingcold." Coming across as bitter and unwelcome probably wasn't the best way to introduce himself after all this time. He hadn't even said hello in the proper courtesy, but how was he supposed to act kind and gracious when he was in his worst element without the sun, in front of someone he really did not want to be with?
-- I SEE HOW IT IS BITCH >:c THAT'S OKAY ~*ILU ANYWAY*~ c:>
It was hard to remain calm when he was giving her every excuse to flare up. In her mind, anyways. Biting the corner of her lip fiercely, the blonde choked down her rising temper, and rubbed her hands reflexively. He was right - it was colder in the hallway than in the flat. "That's all you've got? Huh." Was it that much to ask for him to offer up some kind of apology? Or at least an explanation?
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"What?" His brows knit together in angry confusion. "All I've got? What do you want, a hello? Money? I came because Her told me to but she gave no specifics, so you can either push me off and I can go back home or whatever other option there is. I've a feeling we're not worth each other's time anyway." Despite her obvious hiding of her anger, he was increasingly eager to leave. The thought of her longing for an apology he should never have to give was letting him mirror her pissiness and he, unlike her, wasn't coating it. There was nothing that would let him forgive or bend to her will after having flounced around with numerous men while with him.
OH GOD LOL SO PUBLIC ;A; uh
uh you start since you have an idea of how to go about it~
UR SO SILLY nobody will read
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It was cold. Northern states certainly felt a lot of this, and New York had recieved an unusually fast winter. Tuna liked it hot, to be sure - it was a wonder she was still staying here. No other way to live but the city, apparently. This particular day was no different from the others, however, with the woman's black Mustang parked outside her apartment, and her own person safely inside.
A rapid song was emanating from the laptop on the couch. A saxaphone lay next to it. Their owner was elsewhere, busied with dish of seemingly epic proportions. Shrimp. Bellpeppers. The blonde took an experimental taste, unbothered by the heat, and nearly danced over to the counter, whisking up a cutting board and sliding the onions into the stew with a kitchen knife. The gumbo was looking good, her mood was looking up, and today looked like a good one.
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GRAAAAAA YOU MAKE THIS SO
To be truthful, Key's life had improved ever since he outright left his partner without a goodbye of any sort. He simply left; there was no other way to word it. And he'd been content about it, never thought to bother explaining himself. At least not until Her had mentioned re-befriending Tuna a while back before having pouted for him to go straighten out the wrinkles of their own relationship.
He didn't want to. And he never would have had Her not been there to kick his ass out of the house for a day or two so he had time to get to New York from wherever he had been before. Frankly, he couldn't even remember had he tried, being as confused as he was. He was instructed to visit Tuna, and if that meant knocking on her door to say hello before turning to leave again, then he would. This interested him about as much as a leaf falling unknowingly off a dieing tree.
He raised tan knuckles to her door in hopes that it was the wrong address before pulling his red sweater down to smooth it out.
It was as if on cue that the
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Great, so it was both the
But he wasn't in the mood to let himself in. He would never have forgiven himself in the future had he known that he was the one to walk in on this whole thing should it turn out to be as garish as he imagined it would. "Good, then open it," he mumbled, running the hand he'd raised to make himself known via tapping on wood through his light hair. He slipped it down to the back of his neck before tilting his head back to the ceiling, closing his eyes to relax and let out a bit of frustration towards this whole situation. He almost felt he'd be disappointed if he didn't leave her place without a few bruises as it was inevitable he'd receive a few. At least that's how he saw it.
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It was almost a minute
Her grin disappeared in a flash the minute her brain told her eyes what they were seeing. Oh, crap.
A few different choices flitted across her mind. Most violent. However, the snide inner voice that cropped up made the right decision painfully apparent, and she did her best to keep her tone neutral. "What are you doing here?"
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Truth be told, he'd winced
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I SEE HOW IT IS BITCH >:cTHAT'S OKAY ~*ILU ANYWAY*~ c:>It was hard to remain calm
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"What?" His brows knit
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