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@kissyourselfgoodnight
"Shut up," Avery said, shaking her head. "You need groceries, so we're getting groceries. It's not a big deal." She headed for the front door to exit the shop and lock up behind her.
"Can we get some ice cream too?" Collins asked, speaking specifically about stopping at Frosty Boys, though grabbing some at the store for later wouldn't be the worst idea either.
"Why can't you sleep? You get nightmares?" Kaleb asked, not having anything snarky to say about that. Not yet, anyway.
"No" Collins shook his head at the questions of whether or not they got nightmares. In fact she couldn't even remember the last time she'd even had one...or a dream for that matter. "I just can't fucking sleep is all." There really wasn't anything beyond that about it. Nothing outside of just a physical inability to sleep sometimes that kept her from doing so.
"Picking and entering?" Halen wondered out loud before trailing after Collins. "I think if we do get caught, they'll still call it breaking; the law only goes so far when it comes to semantics."
"maybe" they gave a shrug, continuing on once they knew Halen was following. "just means we can't get caught." Collins smirked as he got to the building and door that she'd been heading towards. He reached into his pocket to pull out a wallet and then two paperclips that were bent in such a way that made it clear this wasn't their first time being used for such a thing. It didn't take long after they knelt down to put them in the keyhole and moved them around that she heard that satisfying little click that elicited a just as satisfied smirk.
"Yeah, sure." Jerico could count the number of friends he had on one hand. His own family often pushed him to the side in favor of almost anyone else, and he had internalized that. Even if communication had been a little stilted at first, Brontë never made Jerico feel like a burden, and that was part of why he clung to the other for friends. "Bummer. About the podcast, I mean, but what's the deadline looking like? You running behind, or just on schedule?"
Brontë lifted up two fingers, to indicate it was the second of the two options. At least right now that's what it was. Just on schedule, with the risk of running behind if they didn't finish getting it edited soon.
"You can't do both?" Narcissa laughed, letting out a soft hum. "I got a decaf mocha. I haven't been sleeping well; already the buzz about the... you know." She didn't want to come off as insensitive the whole town by gushing about a murder. "Is keeping me energized, the last thing I need is actual caffeine to keep me up, too."
A decaf mocha or decaf anything was probably the safest thing to get if she didn't want to risk being kept up even more, and Brontë moved his head in a sort of way as of to say 'good call.' They took another sip through the straw, and moved to gather up their legs into the chair in order to sit cross legged in it. Do you think it was a one off or that there will be more?
"those are some of the best days, especially when you're just kind of having a meh day and would rather be at home instead of in public." vincent didn't have those days often anymore but he still had the occasional day from time to time. "how's your new gig going? enjoying it?"
Brontë nodded their head at the new questions, it's going good. sometimes I can't believe people actually listen. we got an email the other day from someone that was interested in doing an ad sponsorship.
"little bit, it could be busier." vincent said. which was true, it definitely could be busier given how cold it's been but he chalked it up to people just not wanting to leave their house. "i like when it's busy though, less standing around trying to find something to do."
I used to like when it was busy at Frosty Boys. Back when he'd worked there after school. It made the time go faster. You'd look at the clock and it'd be one time and then you'd look again and a whole hour had passed.
"That was always so hard for me; I tried to have as many classes as close together as possible because I'd go get comfy or start having too much fun with my friends and forget to head back to class," Chandler laughed. "But I'd love to join you for lunch! What were you thinking?"
"I was just thinking of getting some pizza. Rocco's has that two slices and a drink deal for lunch." he said speaking of a pizzeria that was just off campus. Not technically part of the school, but a quicker walk than some of the other non-campus places.
"Gross," Damian said reflexively when Timothy mentioned private parties. He didn't want to know what that might entail. He rolled his eyes as Timothy talked about being everyone's type. "Obviously not if your roommate isn't interested." He gestured for his brother to toss him a soda. "Besides, I wasn't asking for your sake." He smirked.
"Not like that." Timothy shook his head at the gross comment. "I'm almost certain you're not his type either." he chuckled, standing and closing the little fridge, tossing the other soda in his hand towards his stepsibling.
"Exactly. You get it. Eventually, the book stores asks me politely to leave unless I'm gonna buy sometimes. The library just wants you to leave at closing time, and to not completely destroy the books. They respect the art of reading in the building surrounded by books." Link laughed. "I guess they do, huh. I kind of forget with everything on streaming now a days. Or, most things on streaming. But maybe I should revisit the movie section, see if something doesn't uncover a deeply buried memory."
"You should. Plus even with so many things on streaming they're not all on every platform, and it's way too much to pay for every single one of them. I've managed to limit myself to two."
"Yes," Mara said softly. They still hadn't talked about it. She knew they should, but she didn't know how to bring it up. She felt guilty for what she knew she'd put Ephraim through. She honestly didn't know why he was still with her after what she'd done. It seemed like a break-up-able offense. She fiddled with the edges of her hoodie sleeves, staring down at them. Finally, she sighed softly. "I'm sorry."
"Okay" was all he said in reply to her as he started out from the campus towards town. What was there to say other than that? It wasn't like saying anything beyond that or dwelling on it would change what had happened. "you hungry?"
cont'd from here ( @themasksheraid )
Been too busy to vibrate they grinned, looking back at the laptop for a moment to press a few buttons, and close it down, figuring it would be rude to keep it up now, even if he wasn't working on it. What'd you get? he gestured to her drink, before taking a long sip of his own, already contemplating on getting another one.
"Yeah; I mean, you can type or write pretty fast, but, you know, clearly that's not your preferred method of communication," Jerico rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. "And I don't really have a lot of friends, so, the least I can do is be a good friend to the few I do have," he grinned as he took the menu, though pointed to the hashbrowns. "That looks pretty fuckin' good though. I love breakfast for any meal. Maybe extra cheese though. Did you finish the next podcast?"
Hearing Jerico give his reason for wanting to learn, Brontë's face shifted moving from the lit up smile to a soft one of surprise. No one had ever wanted to learn because it was their preferred method of communication. The people that signed with him, outside of his family, had learned previously or had talked about always wanting to learn how to sign. Had there not been an entire table between them Jerico would have been subjected to a tight hug. You want some? they asked, pushing the plate, hashbrowns side, towards him. Brontë shook his head at the podcast question. It was almost ready, but he'd picked up a weird sound in the last 15 minutes that he had been working on getting rid of.
vincent nodded with a smile, putting his arm back down. "yeah that makes sense, you came to the perfect place for that especially if it's loud noise." there were other places that brontë could go but they didn't feel appropriate other than the beach but that was more peaceful and probably not what they wanted. "well if you want i can let you know when we're about to start the next game, should be in about thirty minutes. gives you some time to decide if you want to join or not."
Thirty minutes. Got it. Brontë smiled and gave a quick nod. Busy today? they asked, wondering if more people had decided on more in door activities with how cold it had been lately.
"i personally think they're just liars, but that thinking is based purely on lack of snow days growing up. what do you mean that shit is up to my knees and i still have to go to school? a farce, if you ask me." odie chuckled, shaking their head. "i'll be happy when spring is here."
"It probably wouldn't be so bad if there wasn't the wind with it too." Today hadn't been as bad with it as some of the other days had been, so there was that at least. "I hate the wind"
"Oh yeah? Is it like a breaking and entering situation, or do you have a key?" Honestly, Halen was curious about what they could or couldn't get into during the off season, but it wasn't to take things; most like just to see if he could. "Let's try?"
"More the first thing." Collins admitted. "Just without the breaking part of it." She started in the direction of where she knew it was, stopping after a moment to see if they were coming.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite not-gay," Kaleb said with a smirk. He knew they'd left things pretty rocky the last time the interacted, but Kaleb had a thing for playing with fire. "They finally let you out of your cave? Come down to see the lowly town-dwellers?"
Collins just let out a closed mouth sigh and shook their head at Kaleb's first words. "I'm here cause I couldn't sleep." she replied. "You gonna be a dick about it?"
