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hellcgccdbye:

Willa breathed a small sigh of relief that they didn’t actually have comfort someone who was crying, instead much happier to see Alana in the place of a stranger. Being tired was totally understandable, sometimes weeks dragged on and on, but they quirked an eyebrow at Alana falling asleep on a park bench of all places, “Heh, doesn’t seem very comfortable?” The assistant chuckled, poking an affectionate finger on their friend’s shoulder, “And in the middle of reading? Tsk, tsk,” Willa shook their finger, jokingly admonishing Alana for such a crime, “Wanna walk with me? I was just heading home to do more work.”

“You’d be surprised. It managed to get 5 minutes out of me that my bed couldn’t,” she only partially joked, a light smile covering her face. “I think I’ll just blame it on my book not being very interesting,” Alana let out with a chuckle. It was partly true, at least, she hadn’t remembered the book being awfully interesting, the first paragraph she’d made it through. SIlently nodding, she stood up in agreeance with Willa’s words, grabbing her bag from the bench and bringing the strap to her shoulder. “More work? I dearly hope you’re getting the sleep that I’m clearly not,” she said with a smile, giving them a little nudge.

#c; willa macintosh

winnieosman:

location: frost boutique

with: alana torlak

@alanatorlak

“And then the guy was just… He played so dirty. The guy was already on the ground, knocked out as all hell, and yet he was just yelling at him to get up, because he was ready for another round. Not to mention the fact that he totally hit the other guy when the other guy’s back was turned. I’ve seen crazy up in that ring, but that had to be the craziest so far this year,” Winnie shared with a shake of her head. She usually wasn’t so talkative, but she was with her best friend in the entire world and if she was to be sleep-deprived from what happened the previous night, she might as well explain why. “He went on for another three more matches and he won every single one. Can you believe that?” Winnie asked with a shake of her head as she checked out the shirts. “So that’s how my night went. Nothing too fancy. Now, what have you been up to?”

“What? Aren’t there any... rules against that, I mean, I can’t imagine it would go well if he were to go on believing he could do whatever he wanted,” Alana inquired with the raise of an eyebrow. Despite her best friend being manager at the club, she’d only been there a handful of times. Alana had her reasons, the two biggest being that she’d never been a fan of violence in the first place, nor would she be able to fathom watching someone she cared about up there. The stories were always interesting though, the chaos of it all. Her life was chaotic too, but in a very different way. “That’s ridiculous, really,” she replied in disbelief, glancing between Winnie and a dress she had her eye on. “Oh, please. We both know you have a much more interesting life than me. I’m practically an accountant these days.”

#c; winnie osman

isabellehuanca:

locaton: Wish Bakery

@everafterstarter

Isabelle found herself at the bakery frequently, as her love for sweets and bread knew no bounds. Despite the fact that the bakery seemed to have every person in town with the same idea as her, Isabelle approached the scene with delight. She stood just outside of the shop, taking her place in line as she smelled the air around her. It was filled with the scent of freshly baked goods and brewed coffee, which made her stomach growl in hunger.

“Ooh, it all smells delicious.” she mused to herself, paying no attention to anyone who could overhear her. “How am I ever going to choose what to get?”

Alana’s quiet nature made most think that she lived in her own world. But it had always been the opposite, in fact. While she was quiet, she was observant, listening in, hyper fixated on everything happening around her. It gave her a sense of control, even in the most tame of places. So, as she stood in line to the bakery, she’d counted the number of people in front and behind her. She’d listened to those around her complain about the wait, though the same couldn’t be said for Alana. She almost enjoyed this part of the day, waiting in line for something as simple as a baked good. Head lifting in response to the woman behind her, she turned, giving her a small smile. Alana wasn’t a big talker by any means, but she was very much positive that if she hadn’t spoken up, someone else would have. And they would not have been as kind as she was. “The cake selections here really are lovely. I always find myself choosing a new flavor everytime I come here, it hasn’t let me down just yet,” she replied softly.

#c; isabelle huanca

hellcgccdbye:

“Heeeey there…” Willa approached the person sitting just outside the park slowly, not wishing to alarm, but also not feeling all that comfortable themself. It wasn’t every day the assistant saw folks bent over and exhausted on a bench that wasn’t even a bus stop, “You’re not… crying, are you? Are you okay? Did you need anything?” Distantly, Willa remembered that they had better things to do, but they’d also just feel like a huge asshole to just leave someone here when they clearly needed… something. Some help maybe?

@everafterstarter

Alana could feel herself dozing off as she read her book. She didn’t have a good explanation, besides that she just hadn’t been sleeping very well lately. It was frivolous to think about the why, because she already knew the why. It was simply about learning how to overcome the why, and until that happened, she’d made peace with a full night’s sleep being a rare occurrence. “What?” She would have likely gotten upset inside, not that it would’ve been seen otherwise, had it been anyone else. Instead, she simply smiled gently, closing her book and putting it back into her bag. “I was... napping,” she admitted softly.