kitley

[burningsecrets-deactivated20200]

Open || Shiloh

Shiloh was a bit shaken up. He’d seen it again today, that telltale hand print with the WE KNOW printed below it. It hadn’t been meant for him, thankfully, but every time he saw it, it freaked him out. A lot. Because he too had come here to escape something in his past, a secret that if it got out would ruin a lot of the good things in his life. When he heard a noise Shiloh jumped about a mile in the air and yelped. “Oh shit. Sorry, my fault…”

[kitleyparkcalloway]

Kitley didn’t really consider himself scary by any means, but he was very quiet, which is how he managed to accidentally sneak up on people all the time. When the boy had screamed, Kitley couldn’t help but let out a little gasp of his own. “Oh fu-- no, it’s not your fault, it’s mine-- your yelp scared me, though, so I guess you got me back pretty quickly,”

[kitleyparkcalloway]

burningsecrets‌:

Dash came to a sudden stop, looking down at his shoe. “Oh no! How many people have seen that now? How embarrassing…” He lifted his foot over a trash can and wiggled it around until the paper finally came off and he could look around. No one seemed to have seen anything at the moment. “Thanks mate, saved me from running around looking like a numpty. Not all people are cool like that.”

Kitley could hardly make eye contact-- he was having an extra shy day today, and the other boy’s kind smile made his stomach turn. “Ah, it’s no biggie, I just-- I would want someone to tell me, because I wouldn’t want to walk around with toilet paper stuck to my shoe, so-- so I was just trying to be nice, you know--” He awkwardly laughed, twiddling his thumbs as he spoke. 

[corrthorne-deactivated20191217]

Mercy had gone out to get a cup of coffee. She was tired after getting herself moved in; even though she’d been in town for a month now, she’d only just finished getting unpacked the previous day. Sitting down in the coffee shop, she got comfy in her seat and waited for her drink to cool off a bit. When someone approached her, the young woman looked up with a smile. “Would you like to sit down?” She asked, noticing that the cafe was pretty full. “I don’t mind.”

[kitleyparkcalloway]

Kitley was mostly just peeking around to see if there was any empty tables in the cafe, though, when the woman spoke to him he couldn’t help but blush a bit-- he was kind of awkward, and not great at social interactions. “Oh-- uhm--” He nodded. “S-sure, I suppose,” He sat down, seeing that it was pretty much the only empty seat in the shop. “Sorry if I’m bothering you, just don’t mind me,” He said quickly, fidgeting a little with his cup of iced coffee.

[kitleyparkcalloway]

“Um--” Kitley reached out to tap the person in front of him, almost too riddled with secondhand embarrassment to say anything. Though, he would have felt too guilty if he didn’t let them know-- “Uh, you have--” He paused, pointing to the ground and continuing in a whisper. “You have toilet paper stuck to your shoe,”

[kitleyparkcalloway]

fran-cardoso-sibilia‌:

“I’m grading finals. So yeah, they’re pretty important. At least I didn’t get beer on them.” Fran looked at the single finger of beer remaining in his bottle. He frowned. “I hate grading. Not what I went into teaching for.” He sifted through the pages, trying to work out where he was up to. “Sorry. I’m Fran. I’m clumsy, you might have gathered…”

“Ah, you’re a teacher? What do you teach?” Kitley asked out of curiosity, though he felt bad for prying. Or, maybe he wasn’t prying. Maybe he was just bothering him. Either way, Kitley wasn’t good at social interaction. “Unfortunately that’s part of the job. Don’t be sorry, it’s fine, silly. I’m-- um, I’m Kitley,” He replied waiting for the man to organize his papers and stand up before holding a hand out. “Nice to meetcha,”

[kitleyparkcalloway]

fran-cardoso-sibilia‌:

The guy walking past Fran had inadvertently triggered a chain reaction. As he turned to look at him, Fran elbowed both his drink and his stack of papers over. “Shit!” he cursed, knocking half his grading onto the floor as he tried desperately not to get beer on them. He slid onto the floor to collect them. Thankfully, they were still dry, although there wasn’t much left of his beer. “Oh my God. I’m sorry. I’m such a fuckwit.” His face went beetroot red and he winced with embarrassment as he looked up at the guy, thankfully not one of his students (although he looked about the right age). “Don’t mind me. I’ll just be here, dying.”

When the man knocked his drink and papers over, Kitley had lifted his hands as if he was going to try and catch them, but he was too late. “Oh, goodness,” He mumbled quietly, feeling secondhand embarrassment for the stranger. He watched him turn bright red, kneeling to the floor quickly to help him out. “N-no, no, don’t apologize. You’re not a fuckwit, it happens,” He soothed, picking up some of the papers and handing the stack to him. “Here, these look important,”

[fran-cardoso-sibilia-deactivate]

Grading papers was the very worst part of Fran’s job - not the reading of them per say, but having to put a little red number on it and quantify learning. It made him feel like the foreman at a factory rather than a tutor. In fact, he was only able to persuade himself to do it over a beer, or several. He had slid into the corner booth at a bar not far from his house and settled in with his stack of papers. It was only four o’clock, but the beer was a necessary part of the ritual. He took a gulp and failed Tony. Fran liked Tony, sweet kid, lots of great ideas, incredible mind, but his papers were always a hot mess. “Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled to himself.

[kitleyparkcalloway]

Kitley had been at the bar, sipping on a shirley temple and making casual conversation with the bartender, someone he’d made decent friends with and while Kitley wasn’t really an alcohol drinker, he liked to come and sip something virgin while they caught up. She had been busy though, and Kitley had gotten preoccupied with his cell phone. Lost in his own little world, until the man next to him mumbled something, causing him to startle. “Oh!” He gasped, putting a hand to his chest. “Oh my god, sorry-- I didn’t mean to jump, you just spooked me,” 

[kitleyparkcalloway]

fallenanthony‌:

Anthony was on his way to rehearsal,one earbud in as he listened to his lines, mouthing along to the words. He knew he must have looked crazy, but what he was doing required the utmost dedication. THerefore, he was surprised when someone actually stopped him. “Oh goodness! Sorry, didn’t see you there. Yes well, it’s just down at the end of this block here. It’s right on the corner, you can’t miss it.”

“Thats okay,” Kitley replied, his voice shy and timid. He was pretty awkward, but the man seemed nice and non threatening which calmed Kitley down at least a little bit. “Uh-- what are you listening to?” He asked out of plain curiosity, though after the words left his lips he got nervous that maybe his question had been blunt and rude. “--If you don’t mind me asking,”

[kitleyparkcalloway]

Kitley was trying to make it to the new coffee shop after work, since he wanted to check it out, however, his phone had died and he’d gotten lost trying to find it without the aid of his gps. Finally, he talked himself up enough and spotted someone approachable looking enough to ask them if they knew. “Excuse me,” He started, reaching out to tap them. “I-- um-- don’t mean to bother you, but-- I was looking for Tongue’s Coffee Shop, the new one that just opened-- but uh, I can’t, um-- I can’t find it, and my phone died, do you-- maybe know where it is?”