open: @mapleviewstarters location: farmer’s find market
More than a decade into his career, Julien still didn’t tire of students recognizing him outside of the school. A need for air, a leisurely walk, and a chance to see something new had brought him out to the farmers’ market, whereupon a young student had spotted him and excitedly told their guardian. Seeing a teacher outside of school was always weird, but seeing a new one was even more thrilling, apparently. It was cute, nonetheless, and Julien took the opportunity to say hello and introduce himself to the guardian.
The sight of the small child’s face kept replaying in Jules’ head as he perused the goods up for sale, and he couldn’t help but laugh to himself–moments like that made him feel like a celebrity! It seems like they do want me around, he mused, head tilted down as turquoise eyes skimmed the fresh products, mentally taking stock for later. His plans, however, did not include the full-body near-slam he committed on another poor guest, evident that Jules clearly was not really aware of where he’d been going. He was small, and short-statured, but the force with which he collided with this pitiful stranger was almost impressive. “Oh– Oh, no, I’m so sorry!” he immediately cried out, hands flying up to potentially catch the other person or any belongings that might have fallen. “Please! Excuse me! I wasn’t– Oh, dear–”
Nathan felt he was dramatic in thinking this but he literally felt like he never got any proper sleep. In order to do so, he had to drink at least two shots and he hated having to drink alcohol just to crash, but years of going through foster homes and being abandoned had left him traumatized as a kid and to this day, still suffering from the aftereffects of his life growing up. So he was wandering around the Farmer’s Market like a zombie, browsing the food for selection and in his own way, he supposed, trying to make up for his shitty diet and shitty drinking habits as of late.
Grabbing a thing of tomatoes, apples, oranges, he went on looking through the aisles, still in a daze. His heart beat picked up and slammed in his chest during the first split second that he collided with someone else, not entirely sure what to expect or what was going on for a second, but he quickly realized he’d run into someone else and he was thinking relaxing things in order to calm himself and apologizing to the other and assessing the damage. “Fuck,” he muttered initially as his arm was burning. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t even looking where I was going. I’m just in this mental fog,” he explained, bending down to pick up the tomatoes one by one. Some of the apples landed in the other’s hands and he was thankful for that, and the oranges tumbled down and rolled onto the ground as well as the tomatoes. But luckily the produce was okay. His arm, however, was on fire with pain. He’d broken his arm once when he was a kid doing something reckless on his bike, and it was feeling nothing like that, thankfully, so he figured he’d gotten lucky. “My arm really hurts, but no breaks or bruises,” he gave a laugh the best he could through his pain. “Please, don’t worry about it. Stuff just happens. Are you okay though?” he asked, holding his arm for a second as he set the produce back into his basket.
