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@gardendance
𖧧 ⋆ gardendance : a private rp blog exclusive to bleedingheartsfm, penned by imo! (˵˘ ³˘˵)
about. musings. visage. connections.
📍 : inside their tiny house.
🔗 : tj & beau ( @gardendance )
tj knows this is a terrible idea. a catastrophically adorable, sneeze-inducing, asthma-flaring kind of idea. but look at it. he spots the kitten huddled in a soggy cardboard box on his walk home— tiny, trembling, and soaked like a sad little sponge. it meows at him once, pathetically, like it knows exactly which sucker to guilt-trip.
“ don’t look at me like that, ” tj says, already unzipping his jacket. “ i’m allergic to cats. severely. medically. fatally, probably. ”
the kitten meows again.
“ okay, fine, ” he sighs, scooping it up and tucking it inside his jacket like a criminal hiding evidence. the kitten immediately purrs like a tiny chainsaw, and tj groans. “ you better be worth the claritin. ”
he makes it to the house and tiptoes in like a ninja— if ninjas had damp meowing lumps tucked under their hoodies. so far, the little guy’s behaving. no sounds. no sudden allergy attacks. just tj, a damp cat, and his poor decision-making skills. but right as he creeps past the hallway…
“ mrrrrrow? ”
tj freezes. busted. “ don’t say anything, ” he mutters, not even turning around. but beau’s voice comes from behind him anyway, sharp and unimpressed. sighing dramatically, tj turns, unzips his jacket like a magician revealing a trick, and presents the tiny, soggy, squeaky gremlin within. the kitten blinks up at beau like he’s the one on trial.
tj gives his best innocent smile. “ he was starving, beau. and wet. and small. and look at that face! how was i supposed to leave this disney side character out there to die? ”
with a house as small as theirs, it wasn’t exactly difficult to hear everything. every creak of the floorboards. every rustle from the garden where he grew vegetables in mismatched pots. even the wind whistling through the kitchen window made itself known. so when beau heard it, a soft, high-pitched meow that definitely didn’t belong to anything inside their house—he didn’t hesitate. he shot up from his bed, heart already halfway down the hall.
he didn’t need to see tj’s face to know what kind of mess he’d dragged into the house this time. he just had to look at his back: tense and standing awkwardly in the hallway like a teenager caught sneaking in past curfew. he was cradling something close to his chest, hidden under his hoodie. and that telltale mrrrrrow?
beau narrowed his eyes. “are you fucking serious, tj?” he stormed forward before tj could say another word and promptly snatched the bundle from his arms. the kitten squirmed, wet and shivering, with fur sticking out at odd angles like it’d just been plucked from a rain gutter. it was heartbreakingly cute. all tiny paws and oversized eyes. but beau didn’t have time to be charmed. “you could’ve called me,” beau hissed, adjusting his grip on the squirmy fluff ball. “or texted! anything, tj. anything other than smuggling this kitten into the house.” he looked at tj’s face—no hives yet, no sneezing, no eyes swelling shut. but still. “jesus christ, you could’ve died,” he snapped. “like. actually died. do you remember what happened last time you were within breathing range of a cat for more than twenty minutes? i remember. you turned purple.” the kitten gave a mournful chirp and tucked its face into beau’s arm. great. now he was getting attached. beau sighed, heart squeezed in three different directions at once. he wanted to be mad. was mad. “you’re lucky you’re cute,” he muttered, to both the cat and, unfortunately, to tj. “where's your antihistamines? are they in the medicine cabinet?”
location: treasure box
with: beau ( @gardendance ) & mars
It's a beautiful day, the sun is shining softly behind a thin sheen of long stretching clouds that look like spun cotton and Marsden is strolling down the street wearing a baby Bjorn. Both hands are occupied holding up the little hands of his eight month old daughter held fast and securely against his chest, rocking her little arms out to the tune of the song playing in his Airpods. Mars stands at a great heigh of six foot four inches which makes him look incredibly lithe and lean while standing still but while walking he's like a spider, all long limbs and sharp joints. This is also why he crosses distances at a great speed even while only walking slowly, each stride taking him quickly down the road despite every attempt at being lazy about it, and each step bounces the dangling feet of his infant child. She's simply happy to be baby, her round large eyes soaking in the fast moving world around her that she does not understand.
His uncommonly quick pace brings him right up to the doors of the Treasure Box, where he's already got a shit eating grin splitting across his features as he pulls open the door. "Hold on now," he says as he enters, hand raising, thumb and forefinger gently raising his daughter's hand along with him while the rest of his fingers splay out, open palm waving a greeting to the shopkeep. "I know exactly what yer thinkin'. How so? Ya might find yerself askin'," he dips his head and steps further in, leaning back slightly to look at the shelving unit with various items on display for his perusal. "Well, just so happens, my horoscope dis mornin' says somethin' about feelin' intuitive, and if there's anythin' ya gotta know, it's that my intuition never fails. It's like, ya know, cat-like reflexes and all, dat's me, but with intuition. It's uncanny, yo," he releases his daughter's hand just so he can pick up a deck of cards wrapped in plastic, an adorable looking cow featured on the packaging and upon reaching the front service counter, drops the deck of cards down and says, "Which is how come I know, today's da day, Beau. Fifteen percent. Whaddya say?"
maybe it was because beau was bored out of his mind ninety percent of the time, or maybe it was because fuckass marsden had made it a habit to waltz into his shop every other day like he owned the damn place, but at this point—beau could recognise him by sound alone. the bell above the door jingled, followed closely by the sound of long, sweeping strides across wood. loud steps that could only belong to one lanky man. beau didn't even need to look up to know who it was. his patience was already drifting away in fragments as he reached for his cup of cold, very much neglected coffee. mars. again.
of coooouuuurse it was mars.
and sure enough, there he was. towering and dramatic, wearing that same shit-eating grin that made beau want to hurl something blunt at him. beau's eyes flicked up as mars made his usual slow circle around the shelves, pretending to look at things like he hadn’t already touched and picked them up thirty-seven times over the past month.
beau rolled his eyes, already exhausted. he never really knew if mars was serious about buying anything. there was always that teasing lilt in his voice. it made it impossible to tell if he was making a purchase or just trying to chip away at beau’s will to live—and also, maybe, his pricing policy. that was usually how it went. mars wandering around treasure box, asking about items he had no intention of paying full price for, waiting for beau to get tired enough to hand over a discount just to shut him up. not today. not fucking today. not EVER.
beau had shut it down every time. like clockwork. the moment mars opened his mouth, beau already had a no primed and ready to go. if he wasn’t so weirdly fond of maria-elena, mars’s cherubic little daughter with her giant sparkling eyes and cheeks round enough to tempt even the most stoic of people into cooing, he probably would’ve blacklisted mars from the shop altogether.
but alas. maria-elena was precious. and unfortunately, she came with baggage.
“hello there,” beau said sweetly, beaming at the baby, wiggling his fingers in a wave. then his gaze lifted. straight to mars. beau’s smile evaporated like morning mist under a heat lamp.
“your intuition’s broken, mars. try again tomorrow. maybe the planets will finally align and i’ll forget how annoying you are.” he reaches for the deck of cards, flips it over, scans the barcode and pushes it back across the counter with two fingers. “full price. or walk.”
𖧧 ⋆ some potential plots & connections for beau! tbh these are all lowkey shit so if nothing calls to you, let's brainstorm something fun together 🤩
( 💗 ) ⋆ POSITIVE.
☀️ HIII REGULARRRRR! y/m has been coming to treasure box for as long as beau can remember. maybe they like the postcards??? the trinkets? maybe y/m is close friends w/ beau? either way, beau will put something aside for y/m if he thinks they’ll like it 🤓
👯♂️ A FRIEND GROUP! i so badly want him to have a close-knit group of friends. maybe they all grew up together or maybe they just naturally fell into each other’s lives over time :D
🍵 for some reason, his grandfather likes y/m a lot. maybe y/m helped him with something once, or maybe they just remind him of someone. either way, beau’s a little more patient with them than he is with most people <3
🌅 SUNRISE COMPANION! y/m is one of the few people who’s up as early as he is :P
🍺 DRINKING BUDDY! whether its unwinding after a long day or drowning out thoughts they'd rather not have, y/m & beau have a habit of splitting a bottle (or three......or ten)
🐕 a fellow pet-haver.. :^) need bim & bom to have friends
🐓 y/m owns a chicken coop. beau is ALWAYS there to hang out with the chickens.
🏍 MYBBBBEEE y/m doesn’t like staying still for too long, either. they go on impromptu drives together, taking turns picking random destinations just to get away for a while!
( 🔪 ) ⋆ NEGATIVE.
💥 OLD GRUDGE! something happened between them (cld be over something very petty) but it’s been a long time, and neither of them are still over it MNBDCNDMBS
🐍 beau has a tendency to put others before himself, and maybe y/m used to take advantage of that???? idk
📱 y/m is always filming, always posting, and they've used treasure box as a backdrop more than once 🥴 beau hates it but business is business 👨💼
👤 y/m did something to hurt him once, even if it was small. y/m probably forgot about it/maybe they never noticed, but HE hasnt...
( 😶 ) ⋆ NEUTRAL.
🎭 y/m likes to talk, and beau’s a good listener = confidants?
🏡 y/m is a neighbour who lives right beside him :^) they can be window buddies!
📦 a.......fellow shopkeeper? y/m works nearby, and they both deal with the same annoying customers. sometimes they swap complaints, other times they watch each other’s stores when one of them needs a break 🥺
🏞 CHILDHOOD FRIENDS! they've both been here forever. myb they grew up together, maybe they just recognise each other from passing by every day
✈ the one who left 😮 y/m & beau used to be close friends, but y/m left town, and beau didn’t. now that they're back, things aren’t the same, but they're trying to figure out where they stand
🧐 y/m keeps trying to talk beau into giving them a discount but he’s NOTTTTTT budging
beau ahn. he/him. twenty9. shopkeeper of treasure box.
they're boiling me in oil tomorrow and the day after as well
guy who has ibuprofen: I have ibuprofen if you need it btw
Can one of you buy me a house.so i can be alone