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trz-n:
A party was completely new territory for Tarzan; used to being a man unknown and alone he felt intimidated as he stood staring at the flyer for a party some random person was having. Looking over to the stranger who apparently was interested in the flyer as well he cleared his throat. “Are…you going to go?”
“A party? The party?” Sally looked from him to the flyer, “Uhm... maybe? Parties aren’t really my scene, but checking it out won’t do any harm.”
floatinglxnterns:
Gasping as the cake fell onto the floor, Rapunzel jumps back covering her mouth looking at the cake. “It’s not your fault!! I wasn’t looking where I was going either…”
Backing away a little more, Rapunzel then finally glances down at the cake. “I’m totally fine. But….. I don’t really think your cake is in great shape now.”
“It’s okay!” Sally reassured, bending down to pick up the remnants of it. It wasn’t edible anymore, but no worries. She didn’t really have anyone to share it with. “I can just make another. I’m happier to know I didn’t accidentally hurt you or anything.”
charmpaws:
« are you sure you want to give me one? » though her question had already been answered, she remained cautious — — not ready to pull the precious petals away from the red head who seemed to care so much for them. ortensia remained mesmerised, lips hanging in an o as she took in the scenic pleasures of the room. life bloomed at every corner and rainbows hiding verdant roots left her in a high. her hands clasped one another in sheer awe, feeling almost childish the way her heels bounced up and down ready to explore whatever she could. « i wouldn’t dare dream of taking anything without asking you first of course! » she chirped, more than content with just standing there and regarding — — without necessarily touching.
“Of course, I have plenty.” Sally insisted regardless. One plant wasn’t going to kill her and if anything, she’d be expanding her garden again. This was so much easier when she lived on the roof... She shook her head gently, freeing herself from that thought, “Really! I’m happy to share. As you can see I kind of have a lot...” the redhead laughed nervously, “But I’m sure they’ll be going to a wonderful home. I can even give you some supplies to help you out.”
burningcalcifer:
“There’s something calming about turning in your last paper of the semester.”
“Lucky you, I’ve still got another five pages.”
xrestingwitchfacex:
the weekend was chilly, wind blowing gently though the city. the younger maximoff stood among a sea of people, lost in her own thoughts of place and people. whether or not she belonged. it was a feeling, an itching thought that plagued her the moment she arrived. a heavy sigh escaped her lip and suddenly she was thrust out of her thoughts by someone knocking into her. “hey.”
“O-oh, hey....” Sally pulled the plant closer to herself. She went on another splurge, intending to bring another plant back to their dorm, despite it not really needing another. She’d never talked to her roommate before, only seen eachother in passing. “Sorry-big plant, couldn’t see.”
hcihei:
his mind was elsewhere, causing him to lose focus on the path he walked ; that was until his body collided with another, a couple of pieces of cake dropped on his shoes as the art was destroyed before his eyes. he gasp in shock, worry even till he starts to speak without tremble in his voice ‘ oh gosh ! no don’t be sorry, it was definitely my fault ! I usually ALWAYS look where I’m going but I don’t know what went wrong today — — — ’ frowning as he looks at the cake on the floor and back at the female he speaks, ‘ .. I hope that wasn’t extremely important … it does look delicious though.. ’
“Uhm-it was just a birthday cake.” She shook her head not to bothered by her ruined cake, much more relieved that the other wasn’t hurt. Sally bent down to clean up the mess, “I can always make another, or go to the store. Glad you think it looks delicious, I spent a couple hours on it.”
burningcalcifer:
Calcifer’s eyes had been focused on the email he was reading when he crashed into someone. Looking up, he sighed before tucking the phone away into his pocket. “Yeah, I’m not hurt Sally. You okay?” He looked down and paused. “Sorry about your cake.”
“It’s okay. It was too much for me to eat anyways.” Sally had made the cake on reflex before it occurred to her that she didn’t have anyone to share it with. Like all the years before. “I probably would’ve left it in the mess hall or something. I can’t be the only one with a birthday today.”
quake-the-skye-johnson:
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” Skye cursed when she saw the cake. “Did I ruin your cake? Frack. I’m fine. It’s your cake you should be worried about.”
“It’s okay-I can always make another.” She bent down picking up the remains of the cake before someone slipped on it. “If anything, I can always go to the store. they have birthday cakes on hand probably.”
berliozangora:
Berlioz tilted his head as he took in what she was telling him. He nodded and reassured quickly, “No, no! That makes sense! I want to help. French is difficult.” He didn’t want to tell her that for him it was one of those things he just picked up on. Like the way a singer finds their tone. He brought his head up again, eyes widened. “Hey, do you sing at all?”
“Uhm.... Sort of.” Sally sung, but she never had any formal lessons or anything. She thought she sounded good, but seeing as she never sang infront of another person, she wasn’t a very good judge. “I’ve never had any training if that’s what you meant, but I don't think I'm horrible.”
Sally wasn’t watching where she was going, resulting in her bumping into someone and dropping the cake she made on the floor. Staring at the ruined birthday cake, she looked back up at the person, “Sorry! I wasn’t watching-you’re not hurt right?”
Karen Gillan attending the premiere of Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 in Los Angeles, California (19.04.17)
Karen Gillan attending the premiere of Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 in Los Angeles, California (19.04.17)
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trz-n:
“You know…before you go on. I don’t know what you are talking about and I hate to admit I was a bit distracted by that uh, thing in your hand. What is it?”
“This? They’re hummingbird fuchsias.” She opened the bag to show him.
scareletxhood:
Small hands worked away at a large bowl of mix causing her muscles to ache after the now third batch of homemade lemon delights. “You are more then welcome to take one…”
“You’re making so many Red,” Sally looked tempted to try one.
burningcalcifer:
“You’ve got a point there.” He agreed with a smile. “How have you been?”
“I’ve been alright. I got more plants, I’ve been helping out more at the hospital in the city. All very... boring stuff I suppose? Nothing exactly new.”
berliozangora:
“Audio books, yeah.” Berlioz frowned and nodded. His mother had ingrained French ideals into his brain, the beautiful language itself being one of many. He assumed it was her way of keeping his French spark alive, even as an American kid. But he’d always been on the receiving end of the education and never the giving. Maybe he was too selfish in regards to his French heritage. “I wish I could help you,” he muttered. “Seriously. I’d be a shit teacher.”
“Oh no, it’s alright! I suppose it’s my fault for being incapable,” She shook her head, eyes widening. “But,” Sally bit her lip, thinking something over, “There is a way you could help. The sounds. I know how French works, grammar, sentence structure, but I don’t know if I’m making the proper sounds for the words. Maybe you could tell me if I’m doing it right or wrong?” Once the offer was out there, she immediately wanted to take it back. What was she doing bothering him with her stupidity to learn French? “On second thought, never mind. That’s asking a lot of you, I wouldn’t want to trouble you that way.”
