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THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME
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ASK THE MODS * FAQ * DISCUSSION * RESEARCH * FILL LIST * PART ONE * PART ONE (OVERFLOW) * PART TWO * PART TWO (OVERFLOW) * PART THREE * (PART THREE (OVERFLOW)
GENERAL RULES;
IMPORTANT: please DO NOT post prompts about any non-public people as part of a prompt. for example: randi zuckerberg is fine ( Read more... )
He picks it up and puts it back down, face reddening. Eduardo looks up.
"You going to answer that?" he says, and Mark looks at him jerkily and picks up the phone.
"Hey," he says quietly, and there's a loud blast of girlish noise.
"Yeah. I'm- are you on meth or something? I'm at Starbucks."
More talking, more listening, and Eduardo is pretty obviously eavesdropping now.
"No!" Mark says suddenly. "I'll just-"
He pauses, and rolls his eyes. "Thanks. No, you don't- damnit- okay. But I'm leaving soon. Yes, I have other things to do in my life."
He listens for a second, then hangs up and shoots a quick look at Eduardo before staring back down at his computer.
Eduardo shrugs inwardly.
Ten minutes later Mark looks up over Eduardo's shoulder, jaw setting in a grimace, and Eduardo turns around and sees a girl in denim shorts, waving excitedly.
"Hey, asshole," she says as she somehow manages to simultaneously throw down her purse, extract a chair from under a man's briefcase, and sit down in one smooth movement.
"Such a good friend," Mark mumbles.
"Mark, what have we said about normal human interaction?" she says, rolling her eyes. "Who's your friend?"
"He's not my- I mean. He just-"
"Eduardo," Eduardo cuts in, and the girl holds out a hand, grinning wide and friendly.
"Erica," she says. "Mark's neighbor. And put-upon best friend."
"Debatable," Mark says quietly, and half-grins at her.
"So, Eduardo, what's your deal? Why are you hanging around with Robocop here?"
"You think that's a hilarious joke, and it's really, really not," Mark says, still typing, cheeks flushed.
"Robocop," Eduardo repeats quietly, and laughs. Erica is punching Mark in the shoulder repeatedly, chanting what sounds like binary. Mark is steadfastly ignoring her.
"Um," Eduardo says, interrupting her 0 1 0 0 1. "I was just sitting here. Before, uh, he did."
"Mark, did you make a friend all by yourself? Without even consenting with me?" Erica asks, mock-outraged.
"Your wit astounds me," Mark mutters. Erica nods.
Eduardo laughs. "So, are you going to Harvard too?" he asks, and Mark snorts.
"No I am not, Mark's new friend."
"She wishes," Mark says, and Erica punches him again.
"So I do not wish. I didn't even apply, assface. I'm going to BU. Not that it matters. Little secret-" she says, pointing at Eduardo. "I'm actually eight thousand times smarter than Mark, I just don't know how to write fucking perl script or whatever."
"Art history," Mark says, and she sticks out her tongue, sits back in her chair. Eduardo feels a little like he's watching some kind of ping-pong game.
"I'm proud of my major, Mark. At least it doesn't involve Red Bull and carpal tunnel."
"Monet had carpal tunnel," Mark says, looking up, with a straight face. He glances at Eduardo and Eduardo goes hot, smiles reasonlessly. Mark looks away.
"So full of shit," Erica says. "I'm getting a Frappucino."
She stands up and storms off to the counter. She's tall, thin, full of energy. Eduardo watches her leave and looks back at the table just to see Mark look down at his computer again, mouth curled into a frown.
"She's cool," Eduardo says, and Mark doesn't look up.
"She's just my neighbor," Mark says, and starts typing furiously.
Eduardo looks down, grins.
"So," Erica says, slamming down in the chair, drawing out the word. "Eduardo of the mysterious exotic name, you have to come to this party tonight."
"Erica," Mark says, in a tight little voice, and she leans closer to Eduardo. She smells sweet, like sunscreen and flowery perfume.
"You're coming," she whispers, nodding authoritatively, and Eduardo nods back, un-bored for the first time in a week.
She pats him on the arm and pulls away.
"Oh, you're coming too, Mark," she says. "I need a wingman."
Mark makes a little noise of disgust in his throat.
"Joking, he's the worst wingman of all time. He told this guy about my retainer one time."
"Dental health is important," Mark says, eyes and mouth shifting into something resembling a smile, private and small.
Eduardo laughs again, says, "It really is," and Mark looks up at him, still with that smile.
Eduardo holds his eyes for as long as he dares.
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AND I DID THE FRIENDSHIP FOR YOU, i just loved the idea. so cute! <3333
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I'M SO ANGRY RIGHT NOW (see below) BUT I WANT THAT. BECAUSE IT'S ADORABLE.
I AM SO ANGRY I CANNOT TURN OFF MY CAPS LOCK. GRR.
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NO WORRIES.
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Also, HI!
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I scattered some kink dust on the meme while you were having an epic rager/hangover, and while it was probably not in response to any of your prompts, I was thinking of you, birthday-wise. :D
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Ahhh! How do you know me so well after only having seen me round the kink meme?! (I was totally getting bombed all over the place, you are so correct, hahaha!)
Yay! I feel so loved! Where did you sprinkle your kink dust? Must go and locate immediately.
(Also, I have to tell you, I've had a window open now for three or four days with more cross-dressing comment porn for you. It's not enough to merit me actually posting even a comment, BUT I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN YOU! Jsyk.
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