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wrathfulira:
“Want to make it a little more entertaining?”
“What do you have in mind?”
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prince-artair-fcking-sunshine:
The prince didn’t know how to respond to that. Was he flirting? What the fuck? He furrowed his brow, for once a little lost for words. “Well uh, try not to stare so fuckin’ much. It’s weird.”
Diego laughed, dropping his free hand to his pocket. “Sorry. I’ll try to keep my staring to a minimum. No promises, though.”
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itsamysunshine:
“You can sit near a window and not be near the door. You might not need the thirty layers, either.” His attitude tempted her to shine a beam of sunshine into his smug face. See how productive he is after that, She thought to herself.
“I’ll need them when I leave.” He shrugged easily, then leaned forward, closer to Amane. “Is this what bullying’s like? Are you picking on me because you like me?”
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invidiaenvydemon:
“No one ever took what they wanted being careful, right?” Invidia leaned against the table, playing on her cuteness factor. “So, handsome, what is your style?”
“No glory to those who play it safe,” he agreed with a grin. “Why don’t you tell me what you think my style is?”
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charitablecarrie:
Carrie was walking around town with a bag of winter clothes in her arms. She walked into a cafe, wanting to take a quick break to warm herself up before continuing on. She noticed the guy sprawled out on the table, but decided not to question it until she was hit with the phone. “Excuse me… Are you okay?”
Diego sighed, running his hands through his hair and then nodding. “Yeah. Yes. I’m fine. Sorry.”
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spellbreakerali:
Ali nodded hearing him. “Fair enough. I can understand that in a town like this one.” Holding out a hand, the one that wasn’t bitten by the monster trying to take over her she smiled at him. “Ali, town enchantress, call me witch and I will give you more reasons to not trust magic. And you?”
Diego smiled, taking her hand and giving it a firm shake. “Diego, not from here. I am enchanted to meet you.”
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silvershotserenity:
“And your father is an ass.” She laughed. “Why is he such an ass? Maybe talking about it will save your phone from becoming a completely .. broken. Ugh, Diego.. seriously?” She looked at the phone and just shook her had. “Boys..” She grumbled under her breath. Giggling she shook her head. “What? A furnace? no! Gosh, no. Unless you see furnaces look this cute all the time.” She smirked. “The type that makes me grow a tail and fur on the full moon. Scared?” She wiggled her nose a bit still keeping her hands on his cheeks.
“Because he didn’t make me immune to the cold weather of Rhode Island. And, he’s bad at texting.” He peeled the fragments of the screen protector off, offering an unobstructed view of his conversations with his dad. “See? Look at this. Look at this asshole,” he explained as he scrolled through various bubbles full of nothing but nonsensical emojis. To him, it all made perfect sense--most of the time. But, it still wasn’t so intelligible. Zeus wasn’t entirely understandable even on a good day. “He’s ridiculous. The worst.” Diego shook his head, pocketing his phone as she spoke of the cuteness of furnaces. “I don’t know, they might be. Especially if it’s not your dominant half. Human on the outside, furnace on the inside.” A shrug, this time. “Oh, is that it? Huh. No way. I’m not scared of anything, babe.”
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spellbreakerali:
Ali raised a brow at him. Whatever this guy was, was annoying. Or maybe it was just him. “I’d say non-taken, but I’m slightly on the fence about you. May I ask why you’re so against magic? I mean you live in a supernatural town, obviously you have to believe in the unimaginable. Bad experience with magic or something?”
“I’m not against magic, just against strangers using it on me.” He shrugged, casually running a hand through his hair. “Maybe if you let me get to know you better, then I wouldn’t be so opposed.”
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silvershotserenity:
“Uh huh…” Gemma laughed a little more to herself. “Wait, so you’re upset because you’re cold.” Rolling her eyes she pulled her hands from her sleeves and brought her palms to his cheeks. “How does that feel?” She asked with a smile. It felt nice to be able to do something for someone with the only cool thing about her. Besides her nose that picked up everything and the quickness. “Pretty toasty right?” She blushed a little as she heard him and looked away from him. “Yeah? It’s only cause I’m super warm now huh? I see how it is, just using me.”
As she repeated half of his reasoning, Diego held up a finger pointedly. “And because my father is an ass. That first one, mostly,” he corrected. But, the anger at his father dissipated rather rapidly when she put her hands on his face, bringing his attention instead to that. “Holy fuck, what are you? Part furnace?” He laughed, nodding. “Yeah, pretty toasty. How do you do it? What kind of witchcraft is this?”
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spellbreakerali:
Ali crossed her arms and looked at him. So he wasn’t a wolf that had weird warth issues. “Warmer? Sadly that’s a bit out of my powers. I can try warming spells on a blanket or something if the cold really has you that upset. Or… you’re in a cafe. Warm drinks tend to warm the soul.”
“Nope, not doing anything for me. Still cold.” He gave a petulant pout, rocking back in his seat. “Also I’m not into magic--no offense. I mean, I don’t want to spontaneously combust because some rando tried to make me hot. No offense. But, thanks for offering.”
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thewolfdane:
A phone hit Dane in the back. He grumbled as he picked it up off the floor. “This is yours?” He asked the young man at the table behind him. “Might want to keep better track of it.” He curled his fingers around the device and crushed it within his palm. Dane shrugged as he opened his fist and let the glass shards and bent metal fall on the papers and belongs that blanketed the table.
“Bro, what the fuck.” It wasn’t too big of an issue--everything important was either backed up, or synced with his cloud. But still. Freaks here were too much. “Fuck you, man.”
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itsamysunshine:
“Is someone throwing a temper tantrum?” Amane flipped the phone around in her hand as she stood across the table from the other demigod. “If you didn’t sit by the door, you’d be warmer.”
“No.” Diego frowned loudly, crossing his arms and leaning back far in his seat. Defiantly. “That is not what is happening here. Also, the door is a very good thinking spot. The sun comes in the windows and stimulates your brain into being more productive. It’s scientific fact.”
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dont-call-me-percy:
Perseus was on his way in for a cup of coffee, wondering for the first time whether or not his dependency on it was unhealthy. “I can go a day without coffee,” he muttered to himself bitterly, “but why do that, it’s a stupid idea.” His coworker Louisa had really ragged on him about his so called addiction to coffee. When he stepped into the cafe he paused in shock as a cell phone whirred past his face, he looked in the direction it was thrown. He rolled his eyes, “making a scene at a cafe,” he said passing by, “very mature, your parents must be proud.” He sat a few tables away, depositing his briefcase and coat on one of the free chairs.
“Bro, fuck my parents.” Diego huffed, still riled up. Zeus was an asshole, not making him at least hotblooded. But, his mother was a saint. She did nothing wrong. “Mom’s lovely,” he amended, more of a mumble than anything. “Fuck my dad, man.” Another slight pause as his brain turned. “Except, don’t actually. He’d probably be into it. And I’m mad at him, so.”
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invidiaenvydemon:
Invidia was talking to a woman about a soul trade when a phone came skidding to a stop at her feet. “What do we have here?” She bent down and picked it up. Her head whipped around and looked for the owner.
“I heard these things are expensive,” Invidia tossed the device on top of the mess strewn across the table with the pissed off looking man. “Might want to be a little more careful with it.”
“They can be.” He took the phone back, inspecting it quickly before setting it down among his papers. “But being careful isn’t really my style.”
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spellbreakerali:
Ali looked up at the sound of the man speaking a different language. With a brow raised she tried to go back to reading a spell book she found tucked under all the millions of other ones in her trunk back in her apartment. Though her curiosity got the best of her now that her concentration was broken. “Can I help you?”
If Diego was a man capable of feeling shame, he probably would have been embarrassed once he had been broken out of his own head space. But, he was not and so he didn’t. He just looked confused, pursing his lips as he picked up his phone and really, really thinking about that question. “Can you make it warmer?”
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silvershotserenity:
Gemma watched in and saw what looked like a man in a sleeping bag and just giggled to herself. Even more so when she saw a little temper flare up in him. With a long sigh Gemma pulled a seat right next to him with her new found warmth being a werewolf. The large jacket she had one trapping some of it in her. “How ya doing, buddy?”
“My father is an ass and it’s cold as dicks,” he huffed, picking his phone back up from the table. The screen covering had been broken, a web of fractures spreading out from the center. He hated that he didn’t know his own strength, sometimes. A few deep breaths, and Diego was able to at least pretend like he was calm. “I’m alright.” A beat, and then he smiled, striking a small pose as he leaned closer to Serenity, to make sure she felt invited to his mess. “Better, now that you’re here.”
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Diego sprawled out at a cafe table, various layers of winter clothing and pages of notes scattered around him on the extra chairs and table space he didn’t need. He wasn’t used to the weather, he wasn’t a fan of the weather, and he was very unhappy that the weather in Crossroads was nothing like Dallas. Bitterly, he text his father about it. How could Zeus, with all the gifts he had already given, not give a resistance--or, at least, higher tolerance--of the bitter cold? It didn’t take long to receive a response, just a simple shrugging emoticon. Diego inhaled sharply, instinct taking over as he chucked his phone in anger. “Ay, pendejo!”
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