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ooc 1 : I’m still here omgfg fg  sorry so much forever /falls over/

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((sooooo, we’re really gonna need some new members. just bringing it up! i want this place to be restored to its former glory ; u ;”  ))

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“I don’t.’ Chase said. He’d make his own later in the day, and have the liberty of slipping a dose of Jack Daniel’s into it. “Thanks, though.” He said as a formality. He got up from his chair and pushed it in, staring at the table. “Can I be honest with you?” He asked, looking up at her.

Though his refusal of coffee made her slightly disappointed, she made no signs of it and went about making her coffee. As soon as she was situated, she turned to face him, holding her mug with two hands. “Of course you can.” Claire had no idea why he wouldn’t be, since he’s always been so brutally honest in the past. The blonde blew on the hot coffee, hoping to cool it enough to where she didn’t burn her lips.

He sighed. “I don’t have any romantic feelings for you, and I never have, and I apologize if I ever gave off that impression.” Chase looked at the floor and around the room, not sure what they eye-contact etiquette was for these kinds of conversations. “But I do care about you.” He said. The sentence, and the sentiment along with it, was foreign to him and he was unsure of how to proceed from here. “And it kinda sucks, watching you forgive someone who hurt you like he did, without a second thought.” Chase shrugged his shoulders slightly, trying to downplay the weight behind his words. “I guess… it’s not my place to comment on, and I hate that I care about this so much, but I dunno. I thought we were alike in some ways.” 

That wasn’t what she was expecting to hear, really. Claire sipped at her coffee for a bit, mulling over what he had just told her. Even if he did have some romantic feelings for her, she never would have guessed it. God, she could be naive sometimes. Finally, with an exhale through her nose, Claire removed the mug from her lips and gave Chase a half-heartedly stern look. 

“Chase, I know you didn’t feel that way towards me. If I ever gave you the impression that felt that way towards you, I apologize. I’m fairly sure it’s clear who I do have such feelings for, anyways.” Claire sighed, bringing one hand up to push her bangs out of her face. “As for you caring, I understand. I’m kind of beating myself up about forgiving him as quickly as I did, but if he were to pull something like this, or worse, again,  I promise to you that I won’t forgive him at all. You know how I am with promises, too.” She offered a small smile. “We are alike, anyways. We’re both huge assholes.”

Chase returned the smile, in a way. He, of course, was still disappointed and frustrated with her, of course, but more than that he was angry with himself—partially for the half-lies he told her without a second thought, and partially for half-opening up to her as he did. “It’s not my business who you forgive or not. I should just let you do your own thing and stop interfering in your life. I feel like some douchebag older brother.” He said. ‘Douchebag older brother’ wasn’t exactly who he wanted to be to her or to anyone, but it was better than ‘unapologetic douchebag older brother.’ “Next time you see Skye, tell him I’m sorry, okay? I’d tell him myself, but I think I’d end up with a black eye or two.”

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“I don’t.’ Chase said. He’d make his own later in the day, and have the liberty of slipping a dose of Jack Daniel’s into it. “Thanks, though.” He said as a formality. He got up from his chair and pushed it in, staring at the table. “Can I be honest with you?” He asked, looking up at her.

Though his refusal of coffee made her slightly disappointed, she made no signs of it and went about making her coffee. As soon as she was situated, she turned to face him, holding her mug with two hands. “Of course you can.” Claire had no idea why he wouldn’t be, since he’s always been so brutally honest in the past. The blonde blew on the hot coffee, hoping to cool it enough to where she didn’t burn her lips.

He sighed. “I don’t have any romantic feelings for you, and I never have, and I apologize if I ever gave off that impression.” Chase looked at the floor and around the room, not sure what they eye-contact etiquette was for these kinds of conversations. “But I do care about you.” He said. The sentence, and the sentiment along with it, was foreign to him and he was unsure of how to proceed from here. “And it kinda sucks, watching you forgive someone who hurt you like he did, without a second thought.” Chase shrugged his shoulders slightly, trying to downplay the weight behind his words. “I guess… it’s not my place to comment on, and I hate that I care about this so much, but I dunno. I thought we were alike in some ways.” 

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Claire, who had been slowly but surely waking up, gave him a narrowed look. He didn’t care about what she did anymore? Was that insinuating that he cared before? God, it was too early in the morning for this crap. Claire shrugged and got up from her chair, going to stand by the coffee maker. “Well, I guess that’s that, hm?” Claire yawned, stretching, her shirt rising and showing off her undergarments. She slumped after and rested her hip against the counter, running a hand through her hair.

“I guess so.” He sighed before glancing back up to her. “Keep your clothes on.” Chase said pointedly. Chase knew he came at a bad time, and this became more and more obvious with every second he stayed in her apartment. He decided that he should leave, as both of their prides had been wounded. “I should probably leave. I don’t want us to hate each other. Maybe it’d be best if I just left before one of us says something really stupid.”

Claire looked at the coffee maker, then at him, and then shrugged. “At least take the coffee to go, hm?” The machine made an obnoxious beep and Claire got a lidded coffee mug for Chase. “How do you want it?” She walked to the fridge and got out half-and-half, creamer, and milk, in case he wanted to choose from the three. She, herself, wanted creamer.

"I don’t.’ Chase said. He’d make his own later in the day, and have the liberty of slipping a dose of Jack Daniel’s into it. "Thanks, though." He said as a formality. He got up from his chair and pushed it in, staring at the table. "Can I be honest with you?" He asked, looking up at her.

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Claire, who had been slowly but surely waking up, gave him a narrowed look. He didn’t care about what she did anymore? Was that insinuating that he cared before? God, it was too early in the morning for this crap. Claire shrugged and got up from her chair, going to stand by the coffee maker. “Well, I guess that’s that, hm?” Claire yawned, stretching, her shirt rising and showing off her undergarments. She slumped after and rested her hip against the counter, running a hand through her hair.

"I guess so." He sighed before glancing back up to her. "Keep your clothes on." Chase said pointedly. Chase knew he came at a bad time, and this became more and more obvious with every second he stayed in her apartment. He decided that he should leave, as both of their prides had been wounded. "I should probably leave. I don’t want us to hate each other. Maybe it’d be best if I just left before one of us says something really stupid.”

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(( gdi i’m still alive everyone, schools been a shitfest so i’ve been busy but i will return and roleplay once again ))

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Lillian giggled and nodded, understanding what he meant. “No, no don’t worry about it. I get it.” Looking down at her dessert, she frowned a bit. It was gone. Every last bite was eaten and she wasn’t about to lick the bowl. Taking a sip of water, she looked back up at Chase. “It’s all gone.” She said, with a small pout.

“Ah, I wouldn’t use those exact words but… yeah, I’ll be sure to be honest in evaluating your dishes.” She said, with a nod of reassurance. “Although I don’t know as much about food as you, I will still give honest opinions. I won’t let you down!” She smiled happily, glad that she could be of help to him. 

“Thanks.” He said sincerely, taking both of their playes to the sink. “Glad you liked it, by the way.” Chase briefly rinsed the tableware with water and a spray of dishsoap. “It’s nice to see people’s reaction to your cooking once in a while. I do miss that about my family’s restaurant.” He reminisced. He took the proximity to his customers for granted, and now that he didn’t have it it made his job seem more tedious. Though this interaction with Lillian was far more intimate, more one-on-one than he was used to, it was pleasantly nostalgic.

“I’m glad I got to taste it.” She replied, smiling thankfully. Hearing the mention of his family’s restaurant, she became curious. “Well, if I’m good at anything, it’s giving a reaction that’s for sure! Hmm, could I hear more about that? Your family’s restaurant, I mean. If you don’t mind, of course.” She took a sip of water, as she watched him wash the plates. She still didn’t know too much about Chase, so it’s only natural to be curious. Plus, it seems like it was a fond memory by the look on his face.

"Yeah, if you want." He said, curiously. That wasn’t what he was expecting, and he hadn’t actively participated in that cafe in over half a decade, but it was still vivid in his mind. "Let’s see… It was really small and usually pretty dusty in the corners." He began. "I swear we had a small army of spiders hidden around the place. My mother always felt bad for them, so whenever she was around she refused to let my father sweep them away." He reminisced fondly, to himself but aloud, before realizing that spiders was likely not something she wanted to hear about. "Err, we made pastries and sandwiches mostly. It wasn’t that ‘unique’, perse, but my father was somewhat of a culinary genius and had a French accent, so we had quite a few customers. Not that we were ever rich, because mom was always flying halfway around the world on a whim or getting her money stolen by con artists." He stated bluntly. Chase missed the old bakery far more than he missed his parents, with whom his relationships were somewhat frayed.

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Taking the phone, she took down his number as well before passing it back to him. “There we go! All set.” She typed in his name before laughed softly at his question. Looking up at him, she shook her head. “That won’t be a problem. Since, well, I don’t have one! I haven’t had a boy friend since before I moved here.” Closing her phone, she placed it back in her lap. “Besides, even if I did have one, I wouldn’t let him get in the way of helping out a friend.” She smiled sweetly up at Chase before taking a sip of water. That was correct, right? She felt that they were friends. It was nice to think that.

“Great.” He said, nodding, before realizing that that came across entirely wrong. “Err— not great that you don’t have a boyfriend— I mean great that no one would be pissed if I called you.” He had an overwhelming desire to slam his head against the granite countertop.

“Well, anyway, I don’t know how regular this can be, but you’ll be my go-to taste tester. Just be honest if the food ever tastes like shit. I’m not perfect either.” He told her, knowing how overly kind and timid she could be.

Lillian giggled and nodded, understanding what he meant. “No, no don’t worry about it. I get it.” Looking down at her dessert, she frowned a bit. It was gone. Every last bite was eaten and she wasn’t about to lick the bowl. Taking a sip of water, she looked back up at Chase. “It’s all gone.” She said, with a small pout.

“Ah, I wouldn’t use those exact words but… yeah, I’ll be sure to be honest in evaluating your dishes.” She said, with a nod of reassurance. “Although I don’t know as much about food as you, I will still give honest opinions. I won’t let you down!” She smiled happily, glad that she could be of help to him. 

“Thanks.” He said sincerely, taking both of their playes to the sink. “Glad you liked it, by the way.” Chase briefly rinsed the tableware with water and a spray of dishsoap. “It’s nice to see people’s reaction to your cooking once in a while. I do miss that about my family’s restaurant.” He reminisced. He took the proximity to his customers for granted, and now that he didn’t have it it made his job seem more tedious. Though this interaction with Lillian was far more intimate, more one-on-one than he was used to, it was pleasantly nostalgic.

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“What- Oh, no no.” Claire put her head up and let it loll to the side while still resting on her arms….

Chase sighed, his face betraying something between discomfort and annoyance. “Thanks for the heads-up.” He told her, sarcastically. “I don’t know the progress of your relationship in great detail, nor do I care to know. But I figure a guy like that doesn’t mess around. So just drop it, because it doesn’t matter to me what you do anymore.” His face was a scowl but his tone was even. This comment from her had invoked a contempt for their relationship far greater than he had already had. He had hoped Claire would have the grace to take what he said about them being together at face value. He wasn’t insinuating anything when he said they seemed happy together, but of course a guilty conscious could make anything sound accusatory.