"Good evening, Mister and Mrs. Clarke, it's a pleasure to meet you", Paris said with a voice as soft as silk as he shook the hand of the man and kissed the back of the woman's hand.
It was late evening, and his parents had invited another wealthy couple to have dinner with them. Which meant a...
accessory
noun
ac·ces·so·ry
1: An object or device that is not essential in
1::itself but adds to the beauty, convenience,
1::or effectiveness of something.
2: A thing of secondary or lesser importance
Paris Templar, 20 y.
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During the entire walk down the hallways and outside, Altayr just couldn't shake the feeling that he had forgotten something darn important.
But for the sake of God, he just couldn't figure out what.
"Yeah", he said at Scarlette's comment about Greek mythology and looked up at the sun for a...
"eh, two legs are fine, four, sure, six, meh, okay I guess, but eight legs are definitely one pair too much", Altayr said while he stroked a streak of his jet black hair out of his face and took off his black leather jacket, as it was quite warm in here.
Under the sleeves of his light grey...
Altayr looked at the picture, but his gaze was distraught, his eyes narrowed.
She had a family.
Of course, probably everyone here did, and then there was him, an orphan with no one left.
His last seven birthdays had gone by uncelebrated.
If he'd, just hypothetically, have a girlfriend sometime...
"I just made it clear to him that I won't take his shit comments!", Altayr defended himself, the frown on his face deepening as he crossed his arms- but let out a silent snort at the sight of her shirt, trying really hard to hide his amusement over it.
Yes.
Yes he did like nerdy humor.
"And I...
"Pleasure", Altayr said when Scarlette told him her name, actually sounding gentler than he had intended to.
It almost was like he only knew rudeness and friendliness, but nothing like neutrality in between.
"I'm Altayr. Duchannes. And why in all worlds should I punch you?"
He really didn't know...
"of course I'm kidding", Altayr grumbled wryly, slightly rolling his eyes.
It wasn't that she was going on his nerves or anything, not at all.
But he had to make sure to eliminate all possibilities of getting involved with anyone in any way.
He just didn't want to get high hopes just to be...
Altayr nodded faintly at Rosewater's explanation and yawned not that silently before he got down to work.
He shouldn't have pulled that all-nighter in the garage. He really shouldn't have, but that job had been due today and he couldn't probably ditch school to finish it till today evening.
Tori...
"Altayr, isn't it time for you to get to work?", Tori, his coworker- asked while Altayr was fixing the engine of a car that had been involved in an ugly frontal crash.
As he straightened up to have a look at the big. Old clock hanging over the garage's entrance gate, he hit his head against the...
Eva slightly shook her head, a faint smile appearing on her face before she motioned down the sidewalk to suggest leaving the accident site.
"That's my father you're talking about", she said, her almost black eyes sparkling in amusement and contrasting her pale porcelain face.
"I took over the...
Where's the 'good' in 'goodbye'?
Where's the 'nice' in 'nice try'?x
Name: Altayr Duchannes
DOB: December 23rd 1993, 25 years
from: Paris, France
Job: College Student, part-time car mechanic
Reputation: troublemaker
Nationality: Iraqui & french
Hair: Jet black
Eyes: deep brown with golden...