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“He genuinely thought I wanted to see his pe-” Sawyer stopped dead in his tracks. “Excuse me? I don’t even talk that loudly, thank you very much,” he huffed. He knew that was a lie, but being told to talk more quietly was something he got all the time and not only was it annoying, but it was rude.
“You talk very loudly. I don’t need to know about someone thinking you want to their their pe-, which really only has one ending.”
Alex had been walking back from class when he spotted a little girl and her mother, presumably, walking on the sidewalk. He watched as the scene unfurled, the daughter dropping to the ground along with all of the contents from her mother’s purse. It was a painful sight to see, considering the daughter couldn’t have been more than two years old and the cell phone that fell from the bag must have been scratched after a fall like that. Alex was filled with an overwhelming urgency to assist.
“Hey, are you guys okay?” he asked as he gathered the items that had fallen and held them out to the mother with a warm, peaceful expression on his face.
Minnie sighed as she quickly collected her papers, Riley tucked into her body with one arm. She swayed where she was crouched and slid down to sit instead, glad that she’d worn pants rather than her usual skirt. She’d decided it would be nice to walk, considering the weather, but God forbid she try to do something out of the ordinary for once...Her cheeks flushed as someone hurried to assist them, and she waved them off with a smile. “Yeah, yeah, we’re fine,” she said, slowly straightening back up to stand. “Just learning a natural consequence of not listening.” She accepted the items back from him, sliding them back into her bag. “Thank you. So much. That was really nice of you.”
“Riley, no--!” The little girl darted forward with a maniacal giggle, but as quick as she was, her mother was quicker. Her hand quickly snagged the little girl’s wrist, though in a fit of toddler rage the little girl let out a “no!” and promptly dropped to the ground. The jerk forward unfortunately led to the bag over Minnie’s shoulder to fall to the ground, contents ranging from her cell phone and keys to unfinished lesson plans and coloring sheets fro the children in her class spilling all over the sidewalk. The two-year-old began to cry, skinned knees the result of her tantrum and disobedience, and Minnie sighed before slowly sinking to her own knees. “You need to listen to mommy. You must hold my hand, you need to be safe.” But even with her words, she was pulling the toddler close, trying to keep her balance while consoling her crying toddler with one hand and scrambling to collect papers a the wind began to blow with the other.
“My therapist told me I need to stop internalizing my anger, so I’m telling you that you need to talk more quietly.”
“I saw the absolute cutest thing today! A little boy was walking with his dad on the sidewalk and as soon as they could see the corner, the boy ran ahead and helped this little old lady cross the street. Honestly, I almost peed my pants. He was so, so cute and the lady looked so happy! Why don’t things like that happen all the time?”
“Because life isn’t a Disney movie, mostly.”
Wells could recognise that voice anywhere. That, and the fact that no one else dared calling him buttercup. He raised his face slowly off the ground, giving a sheepish smile and holding her hand. “Have been better” he slowly rose, not letting go of her hand. Perhaps he could take it down a notch - perhaps. The fingers of his free hand massaged his forehead. “That’s probably gonna leave a mark” Wells groaned, closing his eyes for a bit.
“You are earlier than usual, bonbon” yes, he knew, nicknaming wasn’t his forte. And it remain that way, because he didn’t really think pet names were cute. But, as everything else in his life, Lux and Malesh made him change his mind. Damn them.
“I kind of figured, considering you faceplanted.” She tilted her head slightly, reaching up with her free hand to push his aside and examine the mark for herself. “It did leave a mark,” she corrected, gentle fingers brushing over it. “And a knot. I’d get some ice on it quick.” At the nickname, she raised her eyebrows as though in challenge. Nicknames weren’t her preference - she used them, but it was cute when she did it. “Bonbon?” She echoed, finally cracking a bit of a smile. “I got up early. I’ve been running around so I figured I should just get this in while I’m out.”
→ malesh & wells
At the sign of Lux being awake and letting out a complaint as soon as she opened her mouth, Malesh slightly lifts his head up from the pillow to frown at Wells. Discussing who has to get up and make breakfast isn’t supposed to be such a hassle because they’ve established guidelines, but following rules isn’t quite his forte. This particular time around, he knows it’s his turn but he has been trying to make Wells do it with the weak excuse that he could use five more minutes in bed. ❛❛ Yeah, shhh. ❜❜ Pressing Lux towards his body, Malesh sticks his tongue out at Wells before innocently snuggling her, acting as though nothing had happened. ❛❛ Fried eggs on toast and a coffee for me, babe. Thanks. ❜❜
Wells frowns at first, burying his head deeper into Malesh’s neck. Luxie’s voice made him open his eyes slowly, in time to see his boyfriend turning his head to make a face at him. Oh, not again; he wasn’t going to make all the sandwiches again. Wells pushed himself off the matress, his body hovering over Lux and Malesh, before plopping down on top of them. “How about no.” he let out a sigh more than spoke, nestling his head on Lux’s belly and resting his hand against Malesh’s face “And don’t you dare whine.”
Lux instinctively burrows into Malesh when he pressed her into him, face buried against his neck to block out the light streaming in through the curtains. Idly tangling her legs with his, she shifted around to accommodate Wells once he situated himself on top of them. One hand idly resting on his head, she groaned as they continued to speak. “I don’t care who makes breakfast. But if y’all don’t shut up about it soon, ‘m getting the duct tape.”
→ malesh & wells
A groan is heard as her figure seems to shrunk down even more, covers stolen and pulled up and over her head. She doesn’t want to look over and see what time it is; her internal clock says early, and that’s enough for her. “Shhh,” is all she mumbles, eyes still closed as she shifts around, into the closest figure, to get more comfortable. “Some of us are sleeping and the rest are being loud annoying assholes.”
Marzia as art
→ sawyer .
→ [ tiny minnie ] :: okay, no worries. I can take her tonight if you need me to. I don’t mind.
→ [ soccer star ] :: You don’t have to do that. → [ soccer star ] :: I’ll figure it out. → [ soccer star ] :: With my luck you’d catch whatever it is she’s got.
→ sawyer .
→ [ tiny minnie ] :: it’s on the bottle somewhere, right?? → [ tiny minnie ] :: I can take her to the doctor right after I pick her up if that’s okay
→ [ soccer star ] :: Yeah. It’s 5ml, I think. Double check, it’s been a while since I’ve had to give it to her. → [ soccer star ] :: You are literally a life saver. That’d be awesome. → [ soccer star ] :: Hopefully I’ll be able to get out of here soon so I can come get her from you.
→ sawyer .
→ [ tiny minnie ] :: oh crap i just got out of practice → [ tiny minnie ] :: okay okay I’ll go get her → [ tiny minnie ] :: yes i have tylenol. do i need anything else??
→ [ soccer star ] ::Thank you!!!!! → [ soccer star ] :: You know the dosage, right? → [ soccer star ] :: And grab some gatorade or pedialyte. → [ soccer star ] :: I’ll try to make her a doctor’s appointment later.
→ sawyer .
→ [ soccer star ] :: 911 → [ soccer star ] :: I need you to pick Riley up from daycare. → [ soccer star ] :: She’s got a fever and I’m stuck at work until a sub can come in and cover me. → [ soccer star ] :: She can’t wait, she’s at 103.8 → [ soccer star ] :: ..You do have Tylenol, right?
His heart was beating faster, sweat dripping from his joints, knuckles burning. Wells didn’t accept the fact that he had limits, and the last five minutes of training were always the worst - through a doctor’s point of view. In his opinion, however, the more breathless he was the more he had to train; he couldn’t risk getting tired in front of his opponent. So what if he (sometimes) took a nap right under the punching bag out of exaustion?
This time Wells managed to exit the gym before feeling his legs wobble and fail him. He tripped right on the last step of the stairs, almost falling head first on the ground. Fortunetly, his arms slowed down the impact, and only his forehead hit the ground. Or, better, what he assumed was the ground, but was actually the tip of someone’s shoe.
Another day, another workout. The gym served many purposes for Lux - a distraction from everything going on in her life, what with her stupid purple heart and moving back home, and physical therapy as well. Not to mention keeping in shape had always been something of extreme importance to her, and finally being able to be up and on her feet and back to her kickboxing class was more rewarding than anything else. Her therapist said she was pushing herself too hard, and sometimes her back ached and throbbed and definitely agreed with him, but she was far too stubborn to let that stop her. She hadn’t been paying attention, phone in hand as she exited her car and made her way towards the entrance to the gym. She stopped short when she moreso heard than saw someone fall down the stairs directly before her, and her eyes widened as she immediately looked down at the man resting at her feet...on her foot. “...What’s up, buttercup?” She said to the familiar face as she tucked her phone into the waistband of her leggings, crouching down and offering a hand up. “You okay there?”
Upon arriving to Victoria, Ben knew he was carrying some bad habits with him; one of them was having coffee rather early in the morning with an empty stomach — something he had been (slowly but surely) trying to change. He attempted to be big on breakfasts now, so that he could encourage his daughter to incorporate it, too. Violet helped him a lot in that sense, because whenever she spent the night at her grandmother’s place, he found himself running to the closest coffee shop and ordering an espresso before nine in the morning… Exactly the same way he was that day.
Waiting for his coffee wasn’t a hassle as it had been the week before, which he was grateful for. If he had to stand in line for more than five minutes, the person behind the counter would have to wave him goodbye from where they stood and Ben would quickly be on his way to another café. Luckily, that didn’t happen and he was walking out of the shop even before than he expected. Or he assumed he would be, before someone bumped into him, making his cup of coffee to burst the cap open and splash both him and apparently the girl in front of him with the hot liquid. As he released a flow of curse words he knew he shouldn’t have, Benjamin took a step backwards to get a better look at the girl (he knew it had been an accident but he was going to ask her to pay him a new espresso nonetheless), suddenly forgetting about the burning sensation he was feeling on his jeans once he realized who she was. ❛❛ Lux ? What— why didn’t you— God, are you okay ? ❜❜ He managed to ask, mentally scolding himself for not taking her into account sooner.
The initial response was to swear rapidly as she felt the hot liquid burn through her shirt, which was naturally cream coloured and one of her favorites. She immediately undid the buttons and shrugged it off, both to get the heat away from her and so she could rinse it off in the background. She was thankful for the tanktop she’d thrown on underneath, which had a slight coffee-coloured tint to it now as well, but she cared for less for the camiolse than she did for the shirt. It was safe to say that she’d at least been distracted from her headache for the moment. Eyes brought up to the other’s with a scowl, she took a step back and grabbed a few napkins from her table and began to dab the coffee off of herself before moving onto the shirt in her hands. “Why didn’t I what? I was bent over picking something up, was I meant to have eyes in the back of my head?” She grumbled under her breath for a moment before exhaling a sigh, arms slowly crossing over her chest. Her expression remained grouchy, though she offered a nod. “I’m fine. How about you watch where you’re going next time, yeah? Someone not as nice as me might punch you in the face.”
