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to say salem was surprised when rohan offered to give her a ride from the airport would be an understatement. the two weren’t exactly best friends ( and the thought that they were becoming friends made her shudder a bit ) but salem had a theory that he was trying to worm his way into getting one of those vintage guitars they spoke of. with her bags in hand she made her way to the pick up area and eyed rohan with his book in hand. “pretending to read at the airport to pick up girls is wild.” she said while approaching the other. the two didn’t really know how to have a normal conversation that didn’t invole insulting one another. salem rolled her eyes at his comment as she placed her bags down next to her. maybe taking an uber would have been a better idea. “i don’t always look judgemental, you just do a really great job at irritating me. you think your face was the first one i wanted to see after a ten hour flight?” she replied matter of factly as she made her way to the backseat window to quickly peak in at stevie who she missed terribly. “be gentle with my luggage, it costs more than your little boat by the way.” her hand gensturing towards the bags while turning back to face rohan.
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closed starter for SALEM ( @cybermuses ) location : airport ? ✈️
-ˋˏ ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ ── the sound of luggage wheels on the pavement causes rohan to look up from where he's leaning against his truck, and almost immediately he snaps the worn paperback in his hands shut, tucking it under his arm. he's not a bad person, see. rohan's world runs on favours ; he might have sworn off the idea of personal friendships, but favours ? he could argue to himself that favours were simply an investment in good will because he might need to cash them in one day── even if he had to be delusional to think that it wasn't obvious he had developed something bordering on friendship with the woman who had, if you asked him, kidnapped his cat into forced marriage. " sorry, i'm not doing charity work ; the taxis are over there, " he informs her playfully ( or, as playful as rohan can get ) gesturing her away. it's the closest to a real greeting salem is going to get, even if he was the one to offer to pick her up in the first place. " i'm waiting for someone. you might have seen her ? about this tall── " he holds his palm flat in the air in front of him, " ── curly hair, always has this look on her face like she's judging you. . . ? her cat is in my car and, much like her, has an attitude problem. "