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[emme]: đ might be kind of hard for ted to carry around, he needs to start lifting đȘđ
[emme]: sounds like something to try i just need to find a hoop đ
[emme]: agreed!!!!!
tilden;text: that won't stop ted from trying!
tilden;text: he could always get one of those little cart things to drag him around on đ
tilden;text: go to a toy shop - i'm sure they'll have one there! đ
tilden;text: pretend that's a hula hoop
[Narcissa text]: Narcissa Black, I doubt you know me?
[Narcissa text]: As a law practitioner I don't usually condone this but...
[Narcissa text]: Please tell me you were using some form of substance?
[Narcissa text]: Because that is the only way any of this will make sense.
tilden;text: nope! đł lawyer, eh? đ€ don't think i know any - soz!
tilden;text: i am offended that you'd ask that! đź i wasn't... today đ
tilden;text: are you telling me you've never seen the load of "street performers" outside the national gallery?
[emme]: đ not sure he'd go well with ted's collection đ¶
[emme]: yeah he is! i like the hula hoop chick too she's a lot of fun
[emme]: i wonder if i could hula hoop on a board đ€
[emme]: also how unfair is it that we have this đ but no skateboard one?????
tilden;text: i'm sure ted would try his very best! although he might be a little disappointed by the fact he won't leave the basket đđđ
tilden;text: deffo one of the better ones! i'm sure you could! whether you stay on the board is something else entirely! đ€
tilden;text: snowboard dude is close enough!
[emme]: nice!!! đ
[emme]: đ noooo not him
[emme]: he doesn't do anything but be scary i meant the ones that do stuff like sing or dance
tilden;text: i think ted is quite fond of him đ
tilden;text: but nah, i get ya! i like the musicians! there's that guy who plays that theremin thing - he's cool đ
[Narcissa text]: I think you have the wrong number.
[Narcissa text]:But you definitely need a break.
[Narcissa text]: Are you okay at least? nothing broken?
tilden;text: I do? đł shit who is this??
tilden;text: It sounds less weird in context i swear!!
tilden;text: my pride was the only thing that was wounded. i was healed by sunflowers đ»đŒđ»đŒđ»đŒđ»đŒ
[emme]: oh! ha!!! you were @ trafalgar square đ your text makes so much more sense now!!!!!
[emme]: i thought it was just a fun day at work đ
[emme]: i dunno i mean they do put all that makeup and stuff on but i think the ones at covent garden r nicer, they do things đŻ
tilden;text: no work today - just a hot date with the galleries đ
tilden;text: although i'm sure bagpipe man and yoda would make for interesting clients. well... creepy dog man at covent garden isn't exactly what i would call nice đđ±
[emme]: can you play bagpipes well?
[emme]: did yoda give you the force đ
[emme]: no lightsaber but the umbrella is like the british version đ
tilden;text: nope. i don't think that's physically possible.
tilden;text: he didn't - rude. all he did was try and take people's money! i swear - trafalgar square is even worse than covent garden for the street performers. đ
tilden;text: can they even be considered performers if they just stand there and pose for photos? đ€
remus;text: what kind of goods have you been smoking, mate?
tilden;text: nothing yet i swear! đ i was just trying to go to the gallery and they were there! i almost wish i had been smoking something đš
tilden;text: i've been attacked by a floating yoda AND a guy playing the bagpipes badly and it's not even noon.
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Ted sat sprawled across the park bench, breathing deeply trying hard to catch his breath. He hadnât realised ten dogs could be so exhausting. Three was easy. Six was fun. But ten.. perhaps Ted had bitten off more than he could chew when he took on this dog walking job. Making sure the leashes were all securely tied to the legs of the bench Ted allowed himself to relax. After a quick glance around the sunny park Ted rummaged through his jacket pocket and dug out a rather crumpled looking joint along with a handful of homemade dog treats. âHey pals, dig in.â He said softly as he scattered the snacks across the grass.
Ted lit up and breathed out a smoky content sigh. A beautiful park on a beautiful day surrounded by the most beautiful animals. He couldnât imagine anything better. A familiar voice rang through the air and Tedâs face broke out into a smile before he even looked up. âAlways room for you Tootsy.â Ted said, gently pushing Winston, the cheekiest Yorkie he had ever met from the bench to make room for his friend. âHavenât seen you out in the light of day in a while, bud? Howâs it going?â Ted asked with a warm smile offering Tilden the joint at the same time examining him visible skin for any new works of art.
     A Great Dane pup was soon to follow after the dark haired man, and a sunny, blonde woman who was only a smidgeon taller than the pup was being dragged after by a leash, an all consuming grin lighting up her face in spite of all the pulling. Holly took a deep breath in and released it soon after as she came to a heel scraping stop in front of a pack of dogs - all familiar to her - and her pup jumping at Tilden with an eagerness in her bounce. âDaffie, oh, Daffie, Tootsy doesnât want your paws all over him. Your nails havenât been clipped in so long!â
     When Daffie seemed relentless in her pursuit of Tilden, Holly could only shrug and drop the leash loop, allowing her full access to lick as much of her friendâs face as she could. The blonde plopped down next to Ted, throwing her legs over his lap and burrowing her head under his arm. âWeâve been following Tootsy since he got off work. Happened to be passing by and Daffie caught sight of him. And, well - we couldnât catch up until now but Daffie is happy. Hi, Ted! Hi, Tootsy! Itâs very nice to come across the both of you.â
Tilden stifled the urge to laugh at the sight of Ted surrounded by dogs. "Bloody hell, mate!" He exclaimed. "You must be a wizard or something - how you can deal with all of them in central I don't know. Oof!" Tilden turned, gently taking hold of the great dane's front legs and moving them away from him. "You've grown, haven't ya, buddy?" He scratched the dog behind the ears before sitting down on the other side of Holly. "Ahh, you know how it's been." He took the proffered joint. "I spend most of my days in a basement getting oddly intimate with people whilst I poke them with needles." He took a puff from the joint and passed it to Holly. "I was being stalked, lovely." He laughed, shaking his head.
He opened his packet of crisps and began to eat. "So, what's new with you guys?" Tilden couldn't remember the last time the three of them had been together. He was seemingly getting busier and busier at work as the time passed. Not that he was complaining about that. More work meant more money, after all. But his social life had taken a bit of a nosedive as a consequence. "When are you guys gonna let me go to town on you, hmm? I have a few spaces coming up."
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Proper lunch breaks were few and far between for Tilden these days, most of the time being a quick sandwich in between clients. He had a cancellation (both a blessing and a curse) so what better way to make the most of it than get out of the shop for a while. Grabbing his skateboard from the back room, he left the shop and made his way down to Old Compton Street to grab some food to go from one of the cafes before skating back up Frith Street towards Soho Square.
As was to be expected, the small park was packed with people, a group of teenagers huddling around the ping pong table. Spying an empty spot on one of the benches, he made his way over.
"Hey, is that seat taken?"
gretchen;text [1 of 2]: they don't need proof for a murder
gretchen;text [2 of 2]: đȘđ«đđ
tilden;text: đđ
gretchen;text [1 of 2]: expect my men in ten minutes.
gretchen;text [2 of 2]: i'll collect my money in half an hour when you're dead.
tilden;text: you really have no chill. i hope your men bring proof - i'm as clean as a whistle.. well, a whistle covered in ink đ€
