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killian macauley‌.

who: Killian MacAuley where: shopping streets. when: January 18th, 2020 @devinstonestarters

“Honestly and I thought I was a freak show.” The Irishman mumbled, watching a woman go berserk on her husband, boyfriend? Didn’t matter but he envied the lad. He slowly continued his walk, taking a sip from his bottle of water when he saw someone slip. ON A BANANA PEEL. He lost it, spitting out the water that came out of his nose too at that point, though he managed to just about cover it with his hand. “Ahw, shite! This place is gonnae kill me.” the Irishman laughed, flapping his hand about to throw the water off, then wiping his chin with his sleeve. “G’day. Got a tissue for me lad/lass?” He asked the nearest person to him, not even mad about what happened. “That sorta thing happen often here?”

Wrinkles settled across the bridge of Liv’s nose when she noticed the couple eating each other’s faces, with very little regard for the people around them. While she wasn’t opposed to PDA, there were limits— or maybe she just wasn’t in the mood for a live show.

Her attention was snared then by a man who slipped on a banana peel, and then by someone who appeared to choke on his water. She didn’t mean to, but Liv couldn’t help but chuckle. When the guy turned to her for a tissue, Liv took a second to think, and then rummaged through her bag to pull out a tissue pack.

“You’re in luck,” she said and handed one over, a smile tugging at her lips. “People slipping on the streets? Sometimes. People sleeping on the streets in banana peels though? Never.” She smiled. “I take it you’re new around here— or just visiting?”

#( ✗. killian macauley )

claire hirsch‌.

It wasn’t everyday that Claire left her home on her day off. Usually, she’d still be at home curled up on her couch, reading a book, or catching up on 90 Day Fiancé - a show that sadly helps her feel quite good about her current situation. But she decided it was a good chance to go grocery shopping, considering the only thing edible in her fridge was the leftover takeout from last night and a cold brew - which she had been saving for when she becomes truly desperate.

Entering the store, she grabbed a shopping cart and made her way towards the aisles, reaching out to grab things as passed them. She wasn’t a good cook, and she was an even worse baker. But, one thing she never seemed to mess up was chocolate chip cookies and some already cooked pasta that just needed to be heated up in a pan for 12 minutes. But if she wanted to be honest with herself, she’d love to learn how to cook and bake and do all those cute things women were “suppose” to do, if they wanted to be good housewives. “Maybe that’s why he did it - I wasn’t good enough”, she thought to herself, as she reached out to grab a bag of flour, but her hand accidentally brushed against the strangers beside her, whom she didn’t notice until then.

“Ex-excuse me, I’m so sorry.” | @devinstonestarters

Absentmindedly touching the back of her hand to her lips, Liv stifled a yawn as she, almost robotically, made her way down the familiar aisles of the supermarket. She’d made a list on her phone, but she couldn’t be bothered rummaging through her back for it, and instead spend precious brain power on remembering the items.

Flour wasn’t normally a stable in Liv’s apartment, but triggered by the sight of the many bags, she recalled her mum needing it, and automatically reached out for one when her hand brushed against another’s.

Retracting her hand, Liv pushed a smile and shook her head lightly. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, tone assuring. “Was as much me, honestly. Here you go—” Liv picked up a bag and held it out to the woman.

#( ✗. claire hirsch )

marlo falk‌.

Marlo hurried down the street to the closest shop nearby as the downpour started, cursing herself for leaving her umbrella behind. Shielding her eyes from the raindrops, she stopped in front of a café which looked very warm, inviting and most importantly - dry. Practically jumping up the stoop, she pushed against the door only to slam against its glass.‘Pull’, it neatly said by the handle. “Idiot” she murmured while rolling her eyes. Opening the door, she slipped inside, ready to forget about her little moment if it weren’t for the person stood nearby. It was obvious they had seen her so there was no point in denying it. Closing the door behind her, she greeted the other with a flustered yet amused smile. “I’m sure you’ve seen nothing.” @devinstonestarters

Familiar wisps of brunette hair caught Liv’s eye, bright hues lifting from her phone’s screen to verify that it was, indeed, Marlo doing the exact same thing Liv had done an embarrassing amount of times now— ignore the 'pull’ sign on the cafe door.

Chuckling lightly, Liv shook her head with a smirk tugging at her lips. “Seen nothing.” After an inconspicuous pause, tender lips parted with words again, an afterthought.

“Though, I got to say... for someone as active and well-coordinated as you, I didn’t expect seeing that,” she joked.