— 𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄。

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ /̵͇̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙪𝙥. . . 𖥠 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀

[— 𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄。 @FIELDMEDlC]

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❝ 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴
𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘰𝘧. . .

#owrp ; jean-baptiste augustine
ic tweets ; literate rp

. . . 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵. ❞

↻ + ♡ — ？

[— 𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄。 @FIELDMEDlC]

( Seems he's procured a couple more of Hana's stashed away Nano Cola's from the back of the fridge. A /little/ indulgment never hurt anyone, even if he never cut his fellow teammates the same slack. )

[— 𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄。 @FIELDMEDlC]

Well, she is a /very/ lovely lady. I'd imagine she has many suitors! Did you give the lucky man a curfew? :-)

[𝙈𝘼𝙐𝙂𝘼’𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 @LOOSEC4NN0N]

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Ha, ha. Who took her /now/.
⠀

[— 𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄。 @FIELDMEDlC]

. . . You did, when you first got it?

[𝙈𝘼𝙐𝙂𝘼’𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 @LOOSEC4NN0N]

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. . . Alright. Who took cha-cha.
⠀

[— 𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄。 @FIELDMEDlC]

. . . Ah, unless you happen to be colleagues with a psychopath. Learned that lesson the hard way! 💧

[— 𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄。 @FIELDMEDlC]

You want a professional's opinion? /Always/ mix work and pleasure. Afterall, a wise man once said, do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life. Doesn't that sound nice? 😁

[— 𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄。 @FIELDMEDlC]

||: omg haiii :3 been a while can u guys believe im back!! i would luv to write if any of u are interested <3

[— 𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄。 @FIELDMEDlC]

Realizing his sour expression, the medic tilts his head sheepishly and feigns a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. )

. . . Can I get you a drink?

( It's all he can muster, finding himself suddenly overwhelmed. Words come out breathless. )

[— 𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄。 @FIELDMEDlC]

( Baptiste hums, seemingly content with the explanation given, though truly just not wanting to press the issue further. Thinking about what they were, or would be, or had been was the last thing the medic felt like entertaining right now. 'Pal' was enough to keep things

—

[𝙈𝘼𝙐𝙂𝘼’𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 @LOOSEC4NN0N]

⠀
be my pal even if ‘ya get to be more, lemme call ‘ya what I want! Haven’t even gotten to call ‘ya /anything/ in a while, gimme a break—
⠀

[— 𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄。 @FIELDMEDlC]

when memories of the pair occupied his mind and regret reared it's ugly head, Baptiste would wash himself raw trying to get it off of him. To remove any trace of the other from his being. One day, the smell faded, but Mauga remained with him all the same.

—

[𝘋𝘝𝘈, 𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘎𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘖𝘕 .ᐟ @tokkibff]

࿐*₊˚
❝ 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰
𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙. . . ?

#owrp ; hana song
ic tweets ; literate rp

. . . 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝙤𝙣! ❞

↻ + ♡ — ？

[— 𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄。 @FIELDMEDlC]

. . . Ha? Here I was beginning to doubt you'd ever come! Is 'pal' anything to call the man who had the guts to ask you to be his Valentine, hm? Manners still evading you?

[— 𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄。 @FIELDMEDlC]

the second time his palm roams over his head that he notices that he's been consumed by a large, engulfing shadow that swallows his form like nothing. Turning around, it's as expected; Maugaloa Malosi in the flesh. To Baptiste's dismay, he looks better than ever. )

↳

[— 𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄。 @FIELDMEDlC]

topics and fun activities were scarce when having to scrape some together when the other person was someone he'd been avoiding like the plague up until now. Though, he at least smooths a hand over his hair to hopefully flatten any stray curls back into place. It's only upon

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[— 𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄。 @FIELDMEDlC]

( Despite the invitation, the familiar dread that lingered whenever Mauga entered the equation remained. It'd be a lie to say there wasn't some part of him looking forward to seeing the other again under lighter circumstances, but it did very little to quell the uneasiness

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[𝙈𝘼𝙐𝙂𝘼’𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 @LOOSEC4NN0N]

⠀
splits his face in two as the pair is reunited.)

. . . Hey, there, pal.
⠀

[— 𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄。 @FIELDMEDlC]

little, and moves to lean against the wall in his best attempt at looking casual.

. . . Now he was plagued with the more important questions that came after that of his safety; what to say? What to do? Should he change clothes? Do something with his hair?

Conversation

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[— 𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄。 @FIELDMEDlC]

stirring in his gut. Safer to assume everything /was/ a trap than be the dead fool who didn't. This was Mauga, though. Rarely did he not give you the pleasure of /knowing/ you were being hunted before going for the kill. Baptiste decides to let that ease his mind, if only a

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