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Date: 2024-07-05 02:27 am (UTC)
opheliac: (•_•) (It's such pathetic neatness)
From: [personal profile] opheliac
i might have kept 3 or 4 of them as a lantern once or twice.

Date: 2024-07-05 03:48 pm (UTC)
opheliac: (•_•) (This is killing us all)
From: [personal profile] opheliac
you bet i do! in fact, i have ALL of ur tools. some engineer u are, leaving it all behind. ure lucky im the one who kept it safe and warm.

Date: 2024-07-06 12:38 am (UTC)
opheliac: (•_•) (And the laughter in the halls)
From: [personal profile] opheliac
ill let u borrow them.

Date: 2024-07-06 01:16 am (UTC)
opheliac: (•_•) (But keep in mind my darling)
From: [personal profile] opheliac
or we can make another deal.

Date: 2024-07-06 02:03 am (UTC)
opheliac: (•_•) (such fools of ourselves)
From: [personal profile] opheliac
i dont know, humor me.

Date: 2024-07-06 02:18 am (UTC)
opheliac: ヽ(✿゚▽゚)ノ (But once you turn they hate us)
From: [personal profile] opheliac
hmm hmm HmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMM


ok! if we keep it strickly business.

Date: 2024-07-06 02:25 am (UTC)
opheliac: (•_•) (posted)
From: [personal profile] opheliac
one hint: js

Action

Date: 2024-07-07 04:23 am (UTC)
opheliac: (•_•) (they're under your spell)
From: [personal profile] opheliac
[ jinx had only been at the treehouse for about twenty minutes or so until she heard a call outside. before coming here, the blueberry haired girl took a quick dip to the beach to cool off, as she hadn't been adapting well to the summer heat. and given she hadn't been at this treehouse since winter, there were no cooling appliances or any of the sort to fight off the humidity besides splashing one self with water or to bathe.

maybe later, she should invest in installing a fan somewhere or look into building an invention for this home, but for now - she will just have to make due. with a towel drape over her shoulders, jinx trots out to the balcony and peers over the railing, revealing to be wearing a black bikini with her hair up in a double knot high bun. ]


Hey, you made it!

[ she shouts, while batting away a few firelights from her vision. ]

What are you waiting for? Get up here. Don't tell me you forgot how to climb or are you that useless without a board?
Edited Date: 2024-07-07 04:24 am (UTC)

Date: 2024-07-07 10:34 pm (UTC)
opheliac: (•_•) (sway me more)
From: [personal profile] opheliac
[ in truth, jinx knew he would be able to make it up to the treehouse with ease given how the two of them were brought up, and she patiently waits for him with her hands prop on her sides and her hip out in a sassy stance. she grins at her counterpart before dismissively waving a hand as she turns her back to him. ]

Yeah, but my ex-boyfriend and I wanted the privacy. Can't have strangers or monsters just waltz on over! Everyone here is so snoopy and love to poke their noses where they don't belong.

[ strolling inside, she bounces on the sofa chair cross-legged then extend her arms wide of all of his tools, scrap materials she collected, and the hoverboard on the floor. ]

Here ya are! Knock yourself off, kid.

Date: 2024-07-08 04:53 am (UTC)
opheliac: (•_•) (The enemy on my trail)
From: [personal profile] opheliac
[ jinx watches the other closely, resisting the urge to roll her eyes over his attachment to his tools. in reality, she gets it.

she fonds over her possessions the exact same way, if not more so, given the fact she converses with her objects as much as possible. but still, she isn't going to let him know that the two of them are more alike than he thinks. the teenager scoffs at his remark and shifts in her seat to lounge incorrectly, her legs dangling off the armrest.]


Maybe you should have made it more indestructible. — What kind of genius let their things fall apart so easily?
Edited Date: 2024-07-08 04:53 am (UTC)

cw: slight nsfw

Date: 2024-07-09 10:58 pm (UTC)
opheliac: ✖ malagraphic (if you think you can love me)
From: [personal profile] opheliac
[ there's something... alluring about the way he worked in front of her, his forearm muscles twitch and tightens with each bend and the droplet of sweat rolling along his honey coated chocolate skin. jinx finds her tongue skating across her teeth behind her lips unintentionally as she observes him, her mind dipping in a familiar territory she had often visited when it came to a few attractive boys who breezed her way.

and it some funny way, the curiosity of what he would look underneath his clothing didn't disgust her. she wondered if he has ever shown himself that way to anyone besides his reflection. and if so, who was that first? one of his pathetic followers? has he ever had —

jinx pulls the brakes on that thought, and turns her attention to the fridge -- suddenly feeling her throat crying for some substance to erase the drought. ]


I got water. Want some?

Date: 2024-07-11 12:41 am (UTC)
opheliac: ヽ(✿゚▽゚)ノ (I know I can be so cold)
From: [personal profile] opheliac
[ when her head is in the fridge in search for two bottles, the voice of her father chimes in her thoughts like a bell of a reminder. "keep it professional, keep it business". and why wouldn't she? just because he's easier on the eyes doesn't mean they're pals or compatible. after all, one intimate fling was enough of an experience for her. she would rather use the programmed locals as mere sex toys than to ever get attached to anyone like that again.

but when she grabs a hold of two bottles and flings the door shut, her heart jitters in her chest when she spun around to see him standing there waiting. maybe jinx should have expected it, but somehow it caught her by surprise. so the tense silence increases in the room between them, her grip tightens ever so slightly over the bottles, with her pinks locking to his browns.

the teenager should work up a snarky remark, a witty comment, or slide his share of the beverage across the table, but she refrains. instead, she waltzes around and tiptoes over the screws and bolts without needing to glance down. jinx didn't need to, not when she has the treehouse entirely mapped out in her mind. and when she is close to him, the blueberry haired girl places the cool bottle against his bare chest -- keeping it there as her eyes continue to fixate with his.]


... Here.
Edited Date: 2024-07-11 03:58 am (UTC)

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