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“I don’t know why I offered to help run drills for the baseball camp. These kids have way too much energy. They’re tiring me out.” @frostfordstart

willow-mayfield:

It’s not uncommon to see Willow being tailed by a rotund little hen named Edie, but her feathered friend still likes to surprise her. This time Edie takes off in a waddling sprint, very intent on checking out what the nearest person has in their hands.

She makes her little chicken noises from their heels, while Willow laughs. “Please, you don’t have to give into her demands! She’s less threatening than she appears.”

Fitz looked down at the hen at his feet. “I don’t think you’d be interested in my phone.” He told her, looking back up at Willow. “Unless you taught her how to text?”

#ch: willow mayfield

fitz-davenport

so I’m not gonna pretend that I’m used to the whole ‘going back to work’ thing but that’s a whole other thing.

however I am here and we did get new chars (and also some current members might not know me) hi hello I’m Drew and these are my four little blonde (okay just one, sometimes) bitches and some bios I whipped up as a base level for them. if you want connections with anyone hit me up on Fitz or discord at drew2020#5314

@frostfordstart

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#ooc #i have to stop posting things #at ass am #and not reblogging it #when normal people are awake #but hi #pls plot with me #i p much am always down for anything

so I’m not gonna pretend that I’m used to the whole ‘going back to work’ thing but that’s a whole other thing.

however I am here and we did get new chars (and also some current members might not know me) hi hello I’m Drew and these are my four little blonde (okay just one, sometimes) bitches and some bios I whipped up as a base level for them. if you want connections with anyone hit me up on Fitz or discord at drew2020#5314

@frostfordstart

#ooc

morgan-callaway:

“It’s good incentive, huh? I’ll have to remember that.” She stood off to the side as he plated up the pie for them and took the seat opposite as he sat down. She waited to take her own bite, listening to him talk and wanting to see his reaction when he finally did. That was her favorite part of baking things for people, their honest reactions when they took the first bite. “Hey, it’s great. I bet it’ll accommodate all those things whenever you’re ready for them or whatever.” She took her own bite, thinking about his question, the faintest smile on her face as she looked at him. “Eventually I think so.” She hadn’t really thought about it. “I kinda like still livin’ with my dad and grandma, get to make sure they’re okay, help them out. Catch a game with my dad as he’s yelling at the Braves for something, bake with my grandma.” She smiled. “But I guess can’t actually live there forever. I do wanna get my own place probably soon.”

Fitz gave an acknowledging nod. He missed living at home sometimes, but he was able to go and do whatever he wanted while living alone. Besides, his parents were in town as well, so it wasn’t as though he was that far away. “That’s sounds like a good time. I love the Braves. Thought I’d be playing for them one day. But then I decided I wouldn’t let my love for baseball be ruined by making it a job.” Fitz took another bite of pie. “This is so good. I could eat it every day. I can’t bake to save my life. Maybe you can show me how to make a cake one day.”

#ch: morgan callaway

mckat:

@fitz-davenport

Hitting the small device with the palm of her hand, Kat gritted her teeth in frustration. “Twenty bucks and you don’t work?” She shook it then, her eyes lighting up when it emitted a quiet beep. “Alright, we’re on to somethin’.” Turning on the spot until the sound grew louder, Kat followed in that direction, only lifting her head when it was too late — she’d already walked straight into someone. “My bad,” she mumbled, eyeing the man with feigned suspicion. “You aren’t a ghost, are you? Doesn’t seem that likely, but this thing suspects otherwise. Serves me right for thinkin’ modern technology could actually pick up on it. Back to the board, I guess.”

Fitz had been wandering around town, a lot of things on his mind. Which was weird for him: usually he was just thinking about a job he had the next day, or which bar he was going to drink at that night. This time, his mind was on something else, or rather, someone else. He could see Kat up ahead, looking at some weird object. He kept walking, thinking she would move out of his way, but, no, she ran right into him. “Uh, hi Kat. Um,” He had to actually think about why he wasn’t a ghost. “Oh, well you ran into me. If I were a ghost, you would have walked right through me. Are you-are you looking for ghosts?”

#ch: katrina mcdonald

morgan-callaway:

Morgan shrugged her shoulders as he took the items from her, rubbing her hands on her jean shorts a little anxious. “I know, but I wanted to. Just how I was raised I guess. Especially the pie though cause it was part of the deal.” Taking his invitation, Morgan stepped into his place, taking in the interior as he spoke. There was a voice inside her that she couldn’t quite make out, but she was definitely grateful for the opportunity to stay and spend more time with him. “Alright, if you insist.” She said, her lip curling up into a little smirk. “This is a nice place you got here by the way. All yours?”

Fitz started cutting them each a slice of pie, trying to hide the grin on his face that Morgan wanted to stay there a little while. “If I got such a nice-looking pie, I’d make a lot more deals.” He set the plates on his small table, with forks, taking a seat. “This old thing? It’s the bank’s until I pay it off. But then it’ll be mine. And my family’s, whenever that happens. Thought it best to already have a place my kids could call home. You know, whenever that happens. I’m not like, in a rush to have kids or anything. Or get married. Or...” He stopped himself from rambling on by shoving a piece of pie in his mouth. “So what about you? Thought about getting your own place?” He asked, mouth full of pie.

#ch: morgan callaway

maisiexpeters:

@frostfordstart

Open - can be anywhere.

“Why are people just mean?”

“Did something happen?”

#ch: maisie peters

morgan-callaway:

A smile spread across Morgan’s lips as the door opened and Fitz came into view. “I did, guess I’m pretty good with direction. Or followin’ the navigation directions at the very least.” Careful not to let an awkward moment go by, she looked down at what she was holding, extending her hands towards him. “Uh, here’s your shirt. I washed it, too, actually. And here’s the baked goods I promised ya. It’s a strawberry peach cobbler. Made sure to stay away from the coconut.” She said with a knowing glance, referencing their conversation the other day.

Fitz took the shirt and pie, a big smile on his face. “Aw you didn’t have to do all that now. But thanks.” He moved aside to let Morgan in, closing the door and tossing the shirt on his couch. “I hope you’re not gonna let me eat this all by myself?” He asked, heading for the kitchen. “Pies are meant to be shared anyways. Besides, I’d really enjoy the company.”

#ch: morgan callaway

morgan-callaway:

In one hand Morgan was carrying @fitz-davenport ‘s shirt that had been left behind the other day. In the other hand was the pie she’d baked as her thank you to him for coming to look at the water heater. She’d promised, and the last thing she was about to do was break a promise. Adjusting things in her hand so she could ring the doorbell, she took a step back with a little sigh, hoping he remembered she was dropping by.

Fitz couldn’t remember the last time he had a girl over. Properly. He had been so busy that he fell behind on keeping his home in order. So he was running throughout the house, gathering discarded clothes and pizza boxes from The Cuttery. Sure, it was a bachelor pad, but Fitz wasn’t raised in a pig sty. Hearing the doorbell, he did a quick glance-over, checking everything was neat enough for company and opened the door. “Hey, you found me.”