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teddy | sorn + binnie

mpxsorn:

Fully focusing on the teddy, Sorn hadn’t noticed the person walking up to her, until he suddenly spoke. She was startled for a moment, but quickly decided that he must have good intentions (he did offer to help after all). Sorn mirrored his smile while nodding eagerly.

“I’d love some help! Are you good at this? I thought it looked really easy but I’m apparently terrible at tossing these where I want them to go.” She waved the rings in the air for emphasis before offering them to the other. Not that she could be sure that he was very good at ring tossing either, but it was at least worth a try. “I just really want that teddy bear,” she continued, pointing. “Doesn’t it look really soft and snuggly?”

“I’m not sure, but I guess we’ll find out,” he replied, shrugging. He had been pretty good at horseshoes when he was younger, and this seemed sort of similar, so maybe he would be alright at it. He took the rings from her with a smile, holding them in his hands for a moment to get a feel for them. She was right, it did not look like a hard game– but that was the whole point of carnival games, right? To appear deceptively easy.

“It does look really soft and snuggly,” he agreed, stepping closer to the booth and lining up a shot. Aiming carefully, he tossed the first ring, which landed squarely on one of the pegs. He turned to her with a grin, seemingly very pleased with himself. “Ne t'inquiète pas, Mademoiselle.” And then he repeated himself so she would understand: “Don’t worry. I’ll get the bear for you~”

mpxsorn

To be quite honest, Sorn did doubt that this boy would be able to win her the teddy bear. (She had come to the conclusion that winning a carnival game wasn’t s easy as it looked after all.) Still, this was probably her best shot if she wanted to bring the teddy home with her. She had her full focus on the ring in his hand as he tossed it, following its course through the air.

Sorn all but jumped with joy as the first ring landed perfectly on its peg. She had to stop herself from giving him a big hug, instead resorting to clapping her hands together in a small applause. This boy who had been kind enough to ask if she wanted help was the best thing that had happened to her for days – it really looked like the teddy might become hers. “You’re really good at this!” she exclaimed, beaming. “And definitely better than me, it took me four tries to even get close to the peg...” She couldn’t keep quiet for more than a beat, excited as the chance of winning the teddy bear seemed so much bigger now. “Try the next one! The first toss is the hardest, I think. It should get easier now!”

#;p #:teddy #.binnie #[ xkit isn't my friend atm so i can't cut the post :/

amaterasuxmp

| Mount Phoenix moodboards + Color Spectrum series

@mpxsorn “Purple”

#;spark #[this is the most beautiful thing and i am so in love

mpxsorn

teddy | sorn + binnie

mpxsorn

mpxbinnie:

Bin had been watching a girl try to win a big stuffed bear for the last ten minutes or so while he was eating a funnel cake. He hadn’t really meant to watch that long, but after she caught his eye, he found himself rather amused by her determination. However, by the time he had finished the sugary confection, he was feeling pretty bad for her. These carnival games could be hard, after all, and that did look like a very snuggly teddy bear.

Making a rather snap decision, he approached the game stall and stood by her shoulder, hesitating a moment. “Hey, do you want some help?” He asked, offering her a bright smile. He was not sure if he was all that good at these kind of games, but he figured that between the two of them, they could likely manage to get all five rings on the pegs. It should not have been that hard, unless it was rigged.

#;p #:teddy #.binnie

mparyehx

Hot Cocoa | Aryeh+Sorn

A long time ago, Aryeh had picked up the habit of getting hot chocolate.

When he was sad, he would get hot chocolate. When he was lonely, he would get hot chocolate. When he was worried or scared or depressed, he would get,

you guessed it,

hot chocolate.

This time was no different. He was in a new place, and after having moved only a few times in his entire life, and only once to his university dorm in the rather more recent part of it, moving to a new place, a new university, and what felt like a new dimension, Aryeh couldn’t say he was feeling all too cheery about his new situation.

Not to mention that his father was gone. He had nothing.

Except his big cup of steaming hot chocolate, topped with a mound of whipped cream. It hadn’t taken too long to find somewhere to get it, and the Flower Mill had actually turned out to be quite a charming cafe. If only Aryeh was in the mood to appreciate it. Instead he sad wedged into a corner with his mug, looking altogether too unhappy for the wonderful weather and the festival going on nearby.

@mpxsorn

mpxsorn

Summer was finally here, and with it came sunshine and summer heat. Sorn was loving it. There was no rain, no snow, no cold – and it seemed to affect the mood of everyone around her, as well as her own. That might have something to do with the ongoing Sunshine Festival too, which in fact was just where Sorn was headed when she decided on a whim to drop by the Flower Mill and get something to drink on her way to the Central Park.

She had just grabbed her iced caramel macchiato (”with extra caramel please”) as she noticed someone sitting by themselves in a corner. He looked rather gloomy, in stark contrast to the other customers at the café who all seemed to be so cheery, chatting away over their cups of coffee.

Sorn couldn’t help but feel bad for him.

With summer finally being here and the weather being so nice, it almost felt sad seeing someone looking so down. She knew she simply had to do something about it.

It took some crisscrossing between the tables of the coffee shop before Sorn could pull out a chair at the boy’s table and sit herself down. She smiled slightly at the other before leaning forward, wanting to put a comforting hand on his shoulder but stopping herself midway.

“Hey, are you ok? You look a bit sad, has anything happened?”

#;p #:hot cocoa #.aryeh #[she isn't very good at the whole 'talk to new people'-thing omg sorry

sunshine festival plots

A few ideas for interactions~

#a bit late but #mp; open

teddy | sorn + binnie

@mpxbinnie

The teddy bear was adorable. The stuffed animal was at least a meter tall, made out of fluffy fabric that looked incredibly soft and the sunshine-yellow bow tied around its neck complimented the teddy perfectly. Sorn knew from the moment she first laid eyes on the prizes that she needed that teddy bear. It would look great sitting in her sofa and she could just imagine how nice it would be cuddling up to it while watching TV.

Unfortunately, she was terrible at ring tossing. There was no way she could get those pesky little rings to land where she wanted them to, and on her fourth try (shouldn’t that be enough practice to make perfect?) only one of the rings landed around the peg. With a deep sigh, Sorn accepted the keychain offered as prize, before paying for yet another try. She grabbed the five small rings with determination written across her face. This time she’d win the teddy for sure. All she needed was five perfect tosses – that shouldn’t be too difficult, right?

#;p #.binnie #:teddy

vaememes

° * ———— RIVERDALE SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ What? Sardonic humor is just my way of relating to the world. ’ ’ Can I borrow the truck for the drive-in? ’ ’ Ah okay. Isn’t there a nice gay kid at your school? ’ ’ We both know what goes in those woods. ’ ’ Alright. No cruising guys tonight. ’ ’ I learned that from the Nancy Drew detective handbook. ’ ’ What would your Holy Roller mother say about this, _____? ’ ’ And where did you get those thigh-high boots? They’re amazing. ’ ’ My type? Definitely. ’ ’ But you’ve got more demons than The Exorcist. ’ ’ Is it true what they say about your dad? ’ ’ Does everyone here know? ’ ’ That he’s the devil incarnate? I stand by my father. ’ ’ I’m asking you now, right now, if you love me, or even like me? ’ ’ I can’t give you the answer you want. ’ ’ I’ve never been good enough for you. ’ ’ I’ll never be good enough for you. ’ ’ You are so perfect. I’ve never been good enough for you. ’ ’ That’s where I was living before. ’ ’ Why the hell aren’t you living at home? ’ ’ Truth is things aren’t great at home. ’ ’ He/she keeps promising that he/she will get his/her act together. ’ ’ Screw that! Live with me. ’ ’ It’s temporary. I’m going to figure something out. ’ ’ Just don’t tell anybody, especially not _____. ’ ’ She’s/he’s not going to care. ’ ’ Well, exactly. Don’t tell her/him either. ’ ’ Why did you leave the home? ’ ’ You could’ve really hurt yourself. ’ ’ I couldn’t just stay there, waiting for someone who was never going to show. ’ ’ I don’t have any money. I don’t have anything. ’ ’ Why don’t you just stay here? ’ ’ They made that very clear, and that’s not what I want. ’ ’ There’s no more stigma. ’ ’ You don’t know what they’ll do. ’ ’ I won’t have my baby raised in a home that doesn’t want it. ’ ’ I cannot lose you again. ’ ’ I’m not kidding, the clothes off our backs. ’ ’ Like it meant nothing. Like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. ’ ’ And you want my help to give it to your boy/girlfriend? ’ ’ I was going to apologize to you. ’ ’ Honey, I can’t agree to that. ’ ’ I don’t want any part of it. ’ ’ You weren’t at the drive-in. ’ ’ Where were you? ’ ’ You think that he/she has the stomach for that?! ’ ’ You’re sounding crazy just like your sister/brother. ’ ’ I didn’t get the memo we were adding another voice to the mix. ’ ’ So that makes me…what then…backup? ’ ’ I mean, you were just doing this as a favor to me, right? ’ ’ You literally have zero loyalty. ’ ’ Everyone else is…disposable. ’ ’ You know…maybe it’s not such a bad thing to try a new voice? ’ ’ You know how your father feels about pop music. ’ ’ I understand, and I won’t. ’ ’ Because if you do, he/she will somehow blame me. ’ ’ I feel like I don’t even know who my mom and dad are anymore. ’ ’ Is this your playing hand? ’ ’ And yet, stop punishing yourself while you’re at it. ’ ’ I got slammed because I didn’t know the play. ’ ’ You know, I endorse this. ’ ’ I’ve had my seven minutes of heaven with ________. ’ ’ God knows what you’d say. Something to humiliate us? ’ ’ Every town has one, the spooky house that all the kids avoid. ’ ’ Linked in death even as they were in life. ’ ’ It’s off-brand and it sends a false message of acceptance. ’ ’ You got a date? ’ ’ There is no record of her/him before that. ’ ’ Facebook, her/him Linked In account…they were all created a year ago. ’ ’ Where did you find all this? ’ ’ The deep web, the dark internet. ’ ’ Check it, it’s all online…simple Googling. ’ ’ What’s happening out there? ’ ’ What’s happening out there? Do we know? Is it about me? ’ ’ Do we know? Is it about me? ’ ’ You do you, girl/boy. I’ll be back. ’ ’ What was it like before she/he got here? ’ ’ What was it like before she/he got here? I honestly cannot remember. ’ ’ No longer lactose intolerant, I see. ’ ’ Oh, you don’t even know, do you? ’ ’ The things they’re saying about your daughter/son at school? ’ ’ Slut-shaming. It’s what they call it when sluts get shamed. ’ ’ You should be writing about the real story. ’ ’ And who shot that gun on July 4? ’ ’ What the hell is a “Sticky Maple”? ’ ’ No, _______, it’s a slut-shaming thing. ’ ’ I’m neither a slut nor am I going to be shamed by someone. ’ ’ Does he/she really think he/she can get away with this? ’ ’ Does he/she not know who I am?! ’ ’ I will cut the brakes on his supped-up phallic symbol. ’ ’ I need you to tell me the truth about something. ’ ’ Will he/she be able to make a living at it? ’ ’ You’re here for me, aren’t you? ’ ’ You’re here for me, aren’t you? Because of the autopsy? ’ ’ We don’t need to do this in front of your classmates. ’ ’ No, that won’t be necessary. ’ ’ Back to no texting. What about you? ’ ’ I’m back to being the shallow, toxic rich bitch who ruins everything in her path. ’ ’ Is this…how you feel about…is it real? ’ ’ It is. It is real. Maybe it’s not right, but it’s real. ’ ’ I’m “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” but this place is strictly “In Cold Blood.” ’ ’ I’m filled with dread. ’ ’ Game changer - ________ got hot! ’ ’ Six more reasons for you to take that ginger bull by the horns tonight. ’ ’ He’s got abs now. Six more reasons for you to take that ginger bull by the horns tonight. ’ ’ Is cheerleading still a thing? ’ ’ Is being the gay best friend still a thing?! ’ ’ What is a “Chock'lit Shoppe” and why does it sell burgers?! ’ ’ We are all on the spectrum but my gay-o-meter says you should stick with what you know best…girls/boys. ’

#;meme #[ i'll post it here as well – sorry for cluttering the dash!

crystalclear-net

Fruit Blossom ♡ do not edit

#;spark

mpxrose-archive-deactivated2017

the remote master.

mpxsorn

A small sigh of relief escaped Sorn’s lips before she could stop it. It was good to know that her friend hadn’t had to see how she was going to end her days. Sorn didn’t wan’t to know herself and she definitely didn’t want Rose to have to walk around carrying that burden either. Then her face brightened and she turned back to her friend with a wide grin on her lips. ”That’s good. I’m happy not to know more about that than the fact that I’ll at least not die in a fire.” Sorn stopped there, being hit by the thought that death might not be a very uplifting topic for a relaxing night in. She wanted to ask Rose if the other though Sorn could be cremated after her death but deemed that question to be a bit too morbid. Instead she just wrapped the blanket a little tighter and turned her attention back to the TV.

”You need more spare time, Rose. Rest and dramas are good for you, you know, but not if you don’t have time for it.” She sent her friend a slightly worried look. Rose really seemed busy, and it made Sorn feel almost guilty. She spent only a few hours at work and in school every week, the rest of her time divided between hanging out with her friends and shuffling around her apartment in pyjamas and slippers while watching drama reruns and putting out small fires. She felt lazy in comparison to her friend. Her thoughts were interrupted by Rose’s comment on the main character and Sorn’s eyes snapped back towards the TV. She couldn’t hold back her laughter as she laid eyes on the Grim Reaper. ”It really does look like Tohil! You don’t think…” Sorn turned towards Rose, laughter still bubbling in her chest. ”… You don’t think dad works extra as an actor, do you?”

#;p #:the remote master #.rose #[ this is so overdue omg sorry ㅜㅜ #[ also don't have x kit atm so had to cut the post like this ㅜㅜ

'Just means there’s way more cake for me.’

melanie martinez lyrics@renxmp

"And for me! I also want more cake, you can’t take all of the leftovers for yourself!” Sorn reached out and, with an overly-dramatic gesture, stabbed the cake box with her fork so that she could pull it closer without having to touch the edges of the box, now sticky with frosting.

Having a dad that owned the local bakery had turned out to be amazing. Sorn had become quick at offering to take care of burned pastries (she was used to the sad taste of charred food after all, and combined with all the sugar in the baked goods it was barely noticeable), cracked macarons and other mishaps, like the cake with melted frosting on the table before her.

The cake was quite big, and so Sorn had figured she could invite some people over to help her eat it. However, only Ren had turned up.

She cut of a big chunk of cake with her fork and stuffed it in her mouth, absentmindedly wiping some frosting from the corner of her mouth before locking eyes with Ren again, eyes slightly narrowed. “I brought the cake so don’t think you can have all of it” she muttered through the soft layers of buttercream and vanilla cake, waving her fork at him as she spoke.

#.ren #;meme #[ thank you! ]

mpxwheein:

( ✉ → outgoing: rlly pretty girl ) !!!! ( ✉ → outgoing: rlly pretty girl ) sounds good!!! ( ✉ → outgoing: rlly pretty girl ) see u there ( ´ ▽ ` )

❝SCORE!❞ wheein held little hesitation to yell in excitement right then and there, startling a few customers perusing her store. the florist offered a sheepish apology before returning to her small dance as she looked down at the messages. was this actually happening? she tried pinching herself. okay, ow, it was definitely happening.

it was no secret that jung wheein was absolutely weak for pretty girls, and was easily swayed by them, but she’d never had the chance to actually do anything━ romantic? dates were completely out of her range, although several couples had come to yggdrasil in search of the perfect bouquet for their significant other. but when one of her many friends on the island had offered to set the blonde up, all she did in response was laugh and give a huge thumbs up.

she knew absolutely nothing about the girl she was meeting up with, but her face was really, really nice; the cute squishy cheeks in the photo made wheein squeal with delight. although, it wasn’t like the daughter of freya was exactly looking to immediately into a hardcore relationship. she was always up for a fun day out, and it didn’t hurt to have some nice company. still, the faint tremble nerves buzzed beneath her skin at the prospect of just how nice her company would be.

the usual bright smile stretched over her lips as she gathered her belongings, shoving them into a bright yellow backpack. wheein was pretty sure it was time for a lunch break, taping a small sign to the front door of yggdrasil before running in the direction of black forest bakery. blonde hair flying in the wind, wheein was glad that ren had somehow managed to convince her to switch out the bright pink crocs for a pair of scruffy white sneakers. although, the usual overalls and old t-shirt combo was something she held onto dearly. it was easy━ fun, even━sprinting from the bohemian district all the way downtown where the quaint bakery stood.

pushing through the doors, chest heaving from the run, her eyes immediately landed on the girl standing before the pastries. her grin grew even larger, eyes crinkling along. ❝hey!❞ wheein’s voice boomed across the bakery ( she had a habit of not keeping an inside tone ), skipping in the direction of her date for the day. ❝i’m wheein; you’re sorn, yeah? i hope you’re ready to be stuffed with sweets, because i’m totally challenging you to to cake eating competition. you’re cool with that, right? because the last time i had a cake eating contest my partner ended up passing out from a sugar high, but it was still fun! hopefully you won’t end up that messed up; don’t worry, i’ll keep an eye on you.❞

Waiting only served to make Sorn more nervous, which always had a tendency to make her hungry. She was starting to struggle differentiating between between what was butterflies in her stomach (she was set up on a date with a very pretty girl, and if everything went ok she’d at least walk out of it with a new friend which was as great as anything could be) and what was hunger (those pastries both looked handsome and smelt like heaven), with the conclusion being that the sooner the other could get there, the better it would be. Obviously. That the other girl, Wheein if she remembered correctly (she’d always found Korean names to be confusing), had suggested they’d meet at the bakery was definitely perfect.

Sorn had just put her phone back into her pocket after re-reading the last messages from Wheein (this time, too, with a wide grin plastered across her face) when she heard someone loudly call out a greeting. She looked up, round eyes full of expectation, hoping that the person entering the bakery would be the one Sorn was waiting for. She was lucky. The girl was even prettier in person, with a true sunshine smile and a really cute dimple that made Sorn almost weak at the knees.

Mirroring the other girl’s smile, Sorn was just about to reply to her first question, before realizing that there really was no stop to Wheein’s talking. It was really quite amusing, and the enthusiasm was contagious, making Sorn’s grin only widened as she waited for a chance to chime in. ”A cake eating contest would be the best thing that’s happened to me this week! And don’t you worry, I’m good at cake eating so no passing out! Do you think they have Valentine’s day cakes here? Red ones? Because I like red. Oh, or heart shaped ones, wouldn’t a heart shaped cake be cute?”

Grabbing Wheein by the hand and dragging her along, Sorn skipped over to the display case with cakes, rows of them in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Her gaze immediately got stuck on a big, red, heart shaped cake right in the middle of the displays. ”There! Something like that, red and valentiney!” she exclaimed excitedly, pointing at the cake even though it was hard to miss. ”I vote for that one. Now, what kind of cake would you like? Something…?” she drifted off, waiting for Wheein to reply. ”Also, do you have any ideas on where to go with the cakes? The weather’s really nice today…”

#mp; blind date #;p #:flower date #.wheein #[ idek what this is i'm sorry it's too late for me to write i think #english doesn't wanna work for me right now

mpxrose-archive-deactivated2017

the remote master.

mpxsorn

”Oh.” Sorn tossed the remote to Rose, a bit taken aback by the other’s words. It was still difficult for the demigoddess to wrap her head around the powers possessed by some of the friends she had made since coming to the island. Rose’s ability to foresee tragedies was terrifying – Sorn couldn’t imagine living with something like that. She supposed that she too would be a bit touchy if she’d been able to predict the death of people around her. Sorn offered her friend a small apologetic smile, as she tucked her feet under her body and pulled the blanket a bit tighter. ”Don’t worry about it. It was a bit harsh maybe, but I suppose I’ll be fine as long as you don’t tell me how I’m gonna kick the bucket.” The last she said with a small laugh, as to show that she hadn’t taken any offense.

She watched as Rose settled down in the sofa. The girl seemed tired, between how she’d reacted to the channel being changed and how she settled down under the blanket. ”Are you ok though? You look tired. I could give you a shoulder massage if you want to?” she asked, streaks of worry in her voice. As she realized that she seemingly had won the fight for the TV show, Sorn couldn’t quite keep the content away as she spoke. ”Yep, it’s Goblin. I haven’t gotten around to watching it yet but I’ve only heard great things about it so it’s been on my to do-list for a while. Think this is a rerun, it stopped airing like a month ago.”

#;p #:the remote master #.rose #[sorry for lateness!#missed this in my drafts ㅠㅠ #also can apparently not edit posts properly??

mpxwheein-deactivated20190119

「 @mpxsorn 」

( ✉ → outgoing: rlly pretty girl ) hEY THERE ( ✉ → outgoing: rlly pretty girl ) LETS GO TO THE BAKERY ( ✉ → outgoing: rlly pretty girl ) DISCOUNTS ON COOKIES AND MUFFINS

mpxsorn

[ txt ⇢ !!! 🌸 ✨ !! ] oh HI [ txt ⇢ !!! 🌸 ✨ !! ] SURE [ txt ⇢ !!! 🌸 ✨ !! ] BAKERY DISCOUNTS SOUND LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE [ txt ⇢ !!! 🌸 ✨ !! ] i’ll get going at once but you don’t need to stress i’ll just wait there

For a moment all Sorn could do was stare at the phone in hand and the text messages lining up on the screen. Part of her wanted to jump up and down, dance around the room and sing out her excitement. Another part of her was aware that the neighbors wouldn’t like that very much, and a third part was suddenly very nervous. Sorn hadn’t ever been on a blind date before this one, set up by a friend of a friend, and she had no idea what to expect.

All she knew was that the girl she was about to meet was really, really pretty judging from the photo she had been shown. That didn’t quite help her nerves.

Deciding that she’d be better off waiting over at the Black Forest bakery than walking to and fro in her apartment, she quickly set off. Checking the dark red lipstick in the reflection of her phone screen as she went (half hoping for it to be disturbed by more texts) and tugging on the sleeves of the patterned faux turtleneck to make sure she hadn’t accidentally burnt the edges of it, she decided she was happy enough with her appearance. She’d show up being her everyday self (or at least that everyday self who spent a few extra minutes on brushing her hair and braiding the sections behind her ears away from her face) and Sorn decided that that would be good enough.

Quietly hoping that her father wouldn’t be be at work today of all days, she forced the bakery door open and forced herself calm down her breathing. She drifted towards a pile of madeleines, pretending to be very interested in the baked goods as to not show how she was scanning the shop for the girl she was there to meet, trying to figure out who of them had arrived first.

#mp; blind date #;p #.wheein #;flower date

mpxsorn

flammable | sorn + tohil

mpxsorn

mptohil:

Tohil had only considered burning Mount Phoenix to the ground twice this morning - and he considered this a win. He’d done his yoga in a very peaceful place in the forest. He’d had to move locations after Sun had found him beause he wasn’t a morning person and he wasn’t a God of Mischief person - and also he imagined that setting fire to the whole forest to try to kill an immortal might be frowned upon (although probably really satisfying). Also he knew if he set a fire Inari (and his nosy foxes) would find out, and also if he killed a fox by accident Inari might actually find away to turn the immortal mortal. He wondered if the God’s might find him a volcano to erupt - that would be fun.

He missed Guatemala. It was weird to call it that. It was Ki’che still to him. He was the patron of Ki’che and he’d left. And yes, he felt bad about it. But he was young then and people had stopped worshipping the Gods. He’d lost his siblings because of this. He’d come here to find his family, to find where he belonged - he guessed. He’d had enough of living the nomadic life and had enough of being out of control.

However, since coming here he’d found neither Awilix nor Jacawitz . Not that he knew if either of his siblings wanted to see him. He wondered if he was an uncle, he imagined Jacawitz had settled with humans, he was always soft and never just enjoyed mortals. Tohil imagined Awilix had children, she was probably a really caring mother. They’d probably both be really disappointed with his efforts with his son.

He’d found himself starting a small fire - that he quickly put out - when he’d woken up in the morning and saw the tupperware box Jungkook had left behind. Tohil couldn’t express anything with his son - and he was pretty sure that his son hated him. He didn’t know what to do and that led him to feel stressed which led him to starting a small fire. The second fire was because he’d burnt the Gallo en perro he’d been making. It’s a stew - how do you burn a stew?

He’d also been kicked out of the bakery kitchen - which he deserved, he really wasn’t great in the back so he served customers out the front - and prayed he wouldn’t see his son. He loved his son, but he couldn’t express things - he knew his son held resentment towards him and that was ok. He knew he hadn’t been there - and he knew there was nothing he could do to make up for it. He just had to accept that.

He smiled at a rather cheerful girl and bagged up her food, this was actually what he was best at. Dealing with customers. “I am the owner. Do you have a complaint?” He called over one of the other staff and moved from the counter to meet the girl on the other side. “I can resolve any complaints you have, hopefully quickly.”

It took Sorn a few seconds to take in what the cashier had said, her eyes widening as she fully registered the words. Was he the owner? But that meant…

She hadn’t been prepared to meet her father this quickly, rather hoping that she would have at least a minute or two to collect herself before she had to face him. Now she was thrown right into it instead and for a moment she was at a loss for words. ”Oh…” she started, trying hard to find a point to continue from. Sorn could feel the palms of her hands getting hot and she clenched her fists tightly, trying to keep her most visible signs of distress at bay. The cashier, her dad she reminded herself, walked around the counter and she too took a step aside from the counter after grabbing the paper bag containing her breakfast.

At last she decided to focus on to the one part of what he had said that was the easiest to process. ”Complaint. Yes.” She took a deep breath. ”I have three complaints, or actually many more, but only three today, which isn’t too bad because I’ve had worse days, but today I didn’t get any breakfast and that always sucks, but that took me here…” she waved the paper bag slightly for emphasis, before falling right back into the string of words. Her nerves certainly played a role as she was starting to gain speed. Eyes somehow not quite daring to find the ones of her father, she continued. ”Then my toothbrush melted, like completely melted so I had to throw it away with my breakfast, and also my sock.” She stopped, she needed to breath after all, and realizing she never said what was wrong with the sock she lifted the foot as high as she could, pointing at the charred end of it. ”It is all burnt and it’s itchy.”

As Sorn put her foot down on the ground again, the thought crossed her mind that this maybe wasn’t the best way to greet one’s dad the first time you met them? Oh well, it was too late now. Still, it felt like her heart was beating faster by the minute. She still hadn’t gotten down to the point, not explained what this was all about. Even though she tried her best to not visibly lose her composure and show how nervous this was actually making her, she was vaguely aware of a familiar warm, tickling feeling in her fingers as she continued.

”You’re Tohil, right? Mayan god of fire?” She blurted out the questions, needing to get it confirmed before dropping the bomb, at the same time hoping he would understand who she was before she had to tell him.

#;p #:flammable #.tohil #[ did i say sorn's great at social interactions?#also tbh idk what this is??

'Why white roses?'

random 30 starters@mpirene

“Because they are really pretty, don’t you think?” Sorn waved the bouquet through the air so that it would get closer to the other girl. She wanted Irene to be able to fully admire the beauty of the flowers. “Also, they sold for half the original price over at Yggdrasil and when something’s on sale it always makes me feel like I should buy it, as if it was meant to be.” As the momentary little high she’d gotten from the great deal wore of, Sorn was starting to realize that she had no vases big enough, nor enough small ones, to fit all of the flowers. Oops.

She split the bouquet in half, tearing through the tape that held the roses together. Picking the one with the least amount of lopsided flowers from splitting the bunch, she handed one of the smaller bouquets to Irene. “Here, you should take some of them. I think they match you!”

#;meme #.irene #[ so this is v late?

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flammable | sorn + tohil

You know those mornings when you wake up to the sound of birds singing, eat a very healthy, very Instagram worthy meal and then go about your day knowing that everything will go your way? Today had not been one of those days.

The alarm clock had woken Sorn up in the middle of a good dream and from then on it had only gotten worse. She had given up on the idea of making breakfast as she had been forced to scrape the charred remains of it into the bin. Instead deciding to get ready and go look for a nice café nearby, she accidentally melted her toothbrush while brushing her teeth, (it had now joined her intended breakfast in the bin) and was so distressed by that that she managed to set one of her socks on fire while getting dressed. It ended up being the straw that broke the camel’s back. Sorn simply had to do something about it. She needed breakfast and she needed, well, help.

She knew where she had to go. It was a place she had been somewhat avoiding since arriving in Mount Phoenix, not because she was nervous or intimidated (oh no, of course not) but because… Because firstly, she’d been well of without a father her whole life and secondly he probably had no interest in meeting her either way. Oh, and thirdly, the Black Forest Bakery probably wouldn’t live up to the hype either way, right?

Now was the time to find out.

Trying hard to shake off any lingering doubts (and almost being successful), Sorn walked through the door of the bakery only to be hit by the most delicious smell of freshly baked bread. Her stomach rumbling audibly with hunger. The burnt sock was slightly itchy, but she tried not to think about it as she placed a great-smelling bagel and a beautiful chocolate croissant on a tray and walked up to the counter, greeting the cashier with a small ”hi” and the cheeriest smile she could produce while being so very hungry. As her breakfast was being wrapped up, Sorn gathered the courage to finally ask for the very reason she was on the island. ”By the way, I’d like to talk to the owner of the bakery. Is he in today?”

#;p #:flammable #.tohil

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