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@ayevincent
kxtsxan:
“I’m gonna be completely honest with you, I’m not really that bothered by it. They’re not friends per say, they’re more like..” Katherine trailed off pondering on the word, “…extras,” she shrugged. “They have more in common with each other than they do with me, but i don’t mind being around and observing,” she cocked her head and let her blue eyes trail to his face, “I already have my good friends, papi, don’t you worry about that,” she winked.
“Good. There’s no reason to waste time worrying about pointless things like that, y’know?” Vince let out a laugh. “Oh really, you do? Whom’st’d’ve?”
text: ✉️vince
mia: i love that you said that bc i literally typed it out and then erased it bc i didn't want to seem too lame
mia: any time, dear! you know i love giving compliments
mia: transfiguration bc i want so much to become an animagus i always wanted to know what my animal would be
vince: if you're lame, i'm lame
vince: you're actually the cinnamon roll in that one meme
vince: i'm like 99.9% positive i'd be a rat not even ironically. i'll be like remy from ratatouille
peter-silas:
“It’s fine,” Peter laughed, scooting down onto the floor and playing with the dog. “Moose? What a unique name.” The dog reminded Peter of simplicity, which was something he was yearning for. Everything just seemed so complicated right now. “I’m new around here. I’m Peter, I just moved here.”
“Oh good, good! Just wanted to make sure. Moose! Down. Sit,sit--” Vince commanded, and when the poodle did as was told he bent down to pet and gave him a treat, holding the leash once more. “Good boy.” At that point, Vincent turned back to the stranger and let out a chuckle. “Yeah, nerd alert. I find it hilarious when people name animals after other animals -- and baking is kind of my thing, so Moose is a pun of... mousse.” He nodded in acknowledgement. “I kind of assumed since I’ve never seen you before and this town is so small it’s hard not to know everyone. Nice to meet you, man. I’m Vincent. Where are you coming from?”
“There’s no feeling in the world like finding out your friends have been hanging out together for months and haven’t told you,” she shook her head, setting her phone aside, “assholes..”
“Ouch. Get new friends? Though if they’re so -- shady -- doesn’t sound like very good friends to begin with.”
Astoria looked around at the buildings surrounding her. For someone who was used to being in new environment, one would think that she’d be at least half decent at figuring her way around, and usually she was but this time, not so much. To add to it, she’d left her phone charging on her bedside table, Google Maps wasn’t going to save her ass this time. She could easily spend the next hour or so wandering around until she reached a place she recognised. Spotting a lone person on the otherwise abandoned street, she cut her losses and went up to them. “Sorry if I’m bothering you, but I was hoping you could give me some directions.”
“C'est occupé mais excellent. Rien de trop difficile à manipuler--” Vince spoke into his phone, but was interrupted by a woman approaching him. He lowered it, and understanding grew when he interpreted what she asked from him. “Ah, no worries. One second,” he said, before putting the phone back to his ear once more. “Je dois y aller, je vous appellerai plus tard. D'accord. Je t’aime. Adieu!” Vincent hung up and turned back to the stranger. “Where are you looking to go?”
text: ✉️vince
mia: this is great tbh we're hufflepuff friends i'm so pumped
mia: they would!! you're sweet and funny and also can cook like what's not to like??
mia: what would be the class you'd be most interested in taking?
vince: hufflepals?
vince: uh huh, keep going, tell me more about how great i am 😛
vince: apparition for sure! wbu?
as vince walked his dog, he was pulled from his task by the sound of his phone buzzing, featuring a text from one of his employees about a customer’s even larger order than the one he had a week before. being so distracted by mentally preparing for the weekend ahead, vincent lost his grip on the leash and his dog began to run away. “merde,” he cursed under his breath, before quickly running after him. unfortunately, by the time he caught up, the poodle was already giving attention to another person.
“er-- sorry about moose. sometimes he decides to act a little too excited for his own good.”
MOODBOARD (1/?) : Vincent LeBeau - The Epicure
who are the hottest people in old plains?
“In no particular because that’s how I roll; Vince, Mia, Sofia, and Adam are so hope that I can’t even with them.”
ma i made it
text: ✉️vince
mia: honestly yeah for sure you're a total hufflepuff
mia: aww we'd be housemates!!!!
mia: and we're also super close to the kitchen so even going to hogwarts would not impede our baking adventures yay
vince: ...
vince: i can accept this 😋
vince: the other hufflepuffs would love me, just sayin
text: ✉️open
mia: im tired and bored so like what hogwarts house are you in
mia: any why tbh i love introspection
vince: hufflepuff? i think that's where i was sorted into?
it had probably been at least eight minutes since Ryan stepped inside the grocery store with the intentions of buying certain items for a decent meal ( a first in a while, hurray! ) and half of that eight minutes, and counting – is spent on looking over shelves upon shelves of flour. “I didn’t know there were so many kinds of flour. What the hell’s the difference between strong flour and a bread flour?”
Another day meant another day at the bakery, but this time, it was inventory day. He had a cart filled to the brim with various ingredients he’ll need for the next couple of weeks. All he needed left was some flour and when he was about to leave and go on his way, another man had poised a question. “Yeah, there are different types of flour that are used to bake certain things. Strong flour and bread flour is essentially the same thing, though the British are more likely to use the term strong flour.”
“Okay, come on, work with me here. Wait no, not like this–stop stop, shit.”
“You did not see that.”
“Do you ever question how one fucks up so bad? Doing that right about now.”
plcuvoir:
he blinked for a moment, furrowing his eyebrows. “but… isn’t baking harder than cooking?” he could have sworn it was. at least that seemed that way growing up.
“no, actually,” vince said after a moment of thinking. “it’s hard to explain... i grew up learning how to bake. it’s what i’ve been trained to do and it all really depends on what you prefer.” he paused, then raised his finger before turning around. “oh! speaking of --” vincent retrieved a try from the other counter. “want to take a muffin before you head out? you can take some extras for the others.”
hallieisms:
“when they make something stronger than an expresso that won’t actually stop my heart, please let me know,” hallie sighed. “you should hire more people, vince - you must be able to afford it at this point, right? and it can’t hurt to have a little more help, right?” she stuck her tongue out at vincent before letting out a frustrated little screech into her empty coffee cup. “not busier than normal. i think i’m just in a rut.”
“living life-- how do you say, on the edge, as they call it, makes it more interesting, does it not? though living life might just be cut short by a stopped heart, so don’t listen to me.” vincent shrugged and only passively heard hallie’s advice. “oh sure, i can afford it, but i’ll have to hire someone who’s nothing short of excellence -- and you must know how hard that can be in a rather small town. i’ll look into getting more help,” he ended up saying, though it wasn’t an exact promise. “ah, i see. well, is there anything i can do to help you out of your rut?”
calls into the station around this time were slow, which led to adam taking his time finishing up the job with the rest of the crew. but he drew the short end of the stick and walked up to the person watching from behind. “um, really, this is more common than you think. but you should really pay more attention to your stove when you are cooking.” his voice deadpanned because lord knows how many cooking related fires he’s had to deal with but at least this one wasn’t bad.
vince’s eyes widened and he shrugged defensively. “it’s just this one time, and a bad week. considering i haven’t started a single fire since moving here, that was clearly a fluke. see, this is why i stick to baking.”