a plot where muse a receives the wedding invitation for muse b’s wedding , but finds out that in the back of the invitation there is a handwritten note saying ‘ i’m getting married to someone else , but you’re the true love of my life ’ . i live for this type of angst .
riley fought back a laugh , rolling her eyes as she straightened from her little kick of desperation to the machine. her cheeks burned with embarrassment , but his easygoing attitude made it all feel a little less mortifying. " oh , yeah , the 'kick it till it works' strategy has been my go-to forever , " she said with a grin , her gaze flicking from his tumbler back to him. " i usually try to be a little more graceful, but apparently, today’s not that day. " she exhaled , watching the machine stubbornly refuse to cooperate. " maybe i’ve unlocked a new skill. maybe i should just start kicking everything that frustrates me , " she added with a sideways glance. " kick my way to a better day — could be my new philosophy. " when he suggested going for real food, riley tilted her head slightly , a smirk still on her lips. " is this your move with everyone who runs into you ? ask them out for lunch ? " she raised an eyebrow , the vibe between them feeling much more natural now. " but hey, since i knocked your water over and this thing is useless, i’d feel terrible letting you go without getting something in your system. you wanna lead the way ? "
felix was equal parts entertained and impressed as the blonde aimed a swift kick at the vending machine, the force of it making the whole thing shudder but refusing to free a single snack. "damn, okay. wasn’t expecting the brute force method, but maybe violence is the answer," he teased, gaze shifting from the machine to her, like he was trying to decide which one was more stubborn. "so, is this your usual strategy for life? just... kick things until they work? because truth be told, i’m both a little concerned and kinda into it." he looked back at the machine, as if willing it to spit something out just to save them both from further embarrassment. no luck. his tumbler was still rolling somewhere behind them, but he had momentarily abandoned the idea of retrieving it. a hand raked through his hair as he shot her a lazy grin. "alright, maybe we should accept defeat and go get some real food like normal, functioning adults."
idgaf if my parents are disappointed in me I'm not impressed by them either
" trust me, the last thing i want to be doing is wasting my energy on you. hate ? actually , how about extremely aggravating and borderline intolerable ? you seem pretty good at ruining your own day, so i guess that’s a talent. no need for me to step in. "
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"for someone who claims that they hate me so much, you surely do enjoy staring at me.. did you need something? or did you just pop up to ruin my day?"
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