thecharmingkiller:

zevmonroe:

“Boyfriend? No? I— I’m a friend, sure, and colloquially speaking ‘boy’ could describe me, but— Meredith’s— naah, no. Nope. I mean, she’s gorgeous, but I’m not— we’re not— she hasn’t— wait, where is here? Exactly? I mean I’ve got a— none of your business, nevermind.”

“Take a breath, kid. It was just a question. You seem pretty flustered by her though. Here is…well, if you don’t already know then it’s not really any of your business.”

“I breathe fine, it’s— kid. Good, great, I feel very respected, thank you. Listen, I was looking for this place on Fenchurch, and then there was this construction so I had to go around through one of those really fantastic covered alleyways and now I’m here and unless your name is…” Zev took a reprieve from his fever pitch monologuing, looking over his company. “It’s not Jovan Montegue, is it?”

This is Matheson. He’s a guy I knew for a while in high school, probably about two years? He transferred in. People say he was at juvi for shanking a teacher at his middle school with a penknife, but that’s kind of bullshit. He won’t tell you that’s bullshit, but I know it is, ‘cause he told me the truth, however I am sworn by blood not to tell anyone what really happened, and he’s a lot better at shanking people now.

They say he never had a first name, and man, I know he does, it’s on his fuckin’ driver’s license, but he never lets anyone but cops get a good look at it, and he’s really good at avoiding cops. He scratched it out in the print template for our yearbooks, insisted on only going by the surname, and for a while a few people called him “Madonna”, ‘cause the one name thing— dumb joke, right? Anyway, they stopped after about a week. One guy had a limp right up to graduation.

Anyway. He’s good at what he does. I guess you could say I trust him. I guess you could also say he’s my best friend, even though he mostly just hates my guts, or says he does, or used to say he did and now it’s more implied.

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thecharmingkiller:

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raphael-thefourth:

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wow I really need a new theme everyone hold your pants while I do the thing

*blissfully has a character with a stable upbringing, decent home life and no addictions other than diet Pepsi*

Nearly Normal, Hardly Norma || Norman & Zev

Zev hated working outside the archive, but staff had been short lately— layoffs were had, despite the oncoming Summer rush. He was lucky to keep the job he had, so he didn’t complain when sent to tend the front desk or exhibits. But the Natural History display made him want to, for sure. Arrays of mouldering taxidermied animals— which, beyond the information on their plaques, he knew nothing about— all staring down. It made him shudder, and he’d had more than enough to shudder over the past year. But by far the worst was fielding questions, and as the young man came in, Zev feared he’d have to do just that. All the same he gave the man a wave and smile.

“Hello, there. Enjoying your visit?”

• drugsandcheetos

“Uh— hey. Wait, sorry. I’m not usually up front— Welcome to the Royal Promontory Museum, how can I help you?”