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escxpiism·:
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it was like a real-time nature documentary, pinpoint pupils settled on her psychoanalytic bestie ( neutral ) battle a stroller. was she in a daze or was it really just that interesting ? it really depended on who you asked ! she contemplated a golf clap when he finally won the war, but ultimately decided to keep it at bay. but… what she soon discovered… when she finally turned back… was very sad: her ice cream had melted. a modern day tragedy. to order another… to eat the melted ice cream… to accept defeat ? before she had a chance to truly mull it over, he was addressing her. narrowing her eyes as she fully processed his request ( or entering a brief daze again – still depended on who you asked ), she shrugged her shoulders after a moment. odd that he was asking her, but… such was life ! “ sure. like… in the ice cream parlor, though ? ”
yes he had noticed alice watching him struggle with the stroller– but if he ignored it, it didn’t happen right ? mannequin challenge ? he was hoping she’d be the only person he ran into today, not that he wanted to run into her to begin with. nothing against her– but masters santos, and dad santos were kinda different. he wasn’t sure he wanted to blur those lines yet– it seemed like life wasn’t really giving him an option. “ i can tell she’s like 5 seconds away from dumping the cup– so right here is fine, thanks ! ” he handed her his phone and crouched down next to sutton who did in fact dump the ice cream. she pouted some– probably overwhelmed with the coldness of the pink, now liquid ice cream. “ well that was.. fun while it lasted– this is where i say something along the lines of don’t have kids until you’re ready but, man– i don’t think i’ll ever be ready. ”
papcrplancs·:
Kim couldn’t lie, she was in her element when it came to Coney Island. She had taken more trips than she cared to share to the pier in her life, and loved every second of it. Was it crowded, overrun by tourists, and overpriced? Absolutely. But, as far as Kim understood it, that was the novelty of the whole experience. Of course, in her time, she had learned quite a few tricks to have the best experience which included getting Ice Cream early before everyone else overheated and tried to get some too. So, that was her first stop. Seated comfortably under an awning, cookie dough scoop in hand, she took a deep breath, letting herself really take in her surroundings. The moment was cut short by someone attempting to grab her attention. She glanced between the man who seem somewhat familiar, and the little girl covered in ice cream. She laughed, and nodded. “How can I say no to helping gather future blackmail material?” She teased, holding out her hand to take his phone.
santos almost hesitated handing her his phone at her words– trust wasn’t his strong suit, and he found it almost comical that a joke of that matter would be made as he was on an outing with his daughter. her laugh soothed some of his worries– she was joking ? right ? nonetheless, he handed her his phone and crouched down next to sutton and her pink ice cream cheeks. “ we might have to talk out some conditions for said blackmail, friend. ” he said in between smiling for the picture. “ why do i get the vibe that you come here often ? ” he asked finally standing back up, his knees cracking– please no dad bod next please.
jojoswilson·:
Joey could have spent most of his money in ice cream, that much he knew - however, when it came to picking a flavor, it always took him forever to choose just one. There were just too many options to pick from and he apparently couldn’t make up his mind, as he looked over at the long list of flavors. His train of thought was interrupted when he heard someone asking to take a picture, only to be taken by surprise that it was Santos and his daughter - of course everyone knew about this, but it still took Joey by surprise to see that it was actually real. “Of course! You guys look adorable!” He said with a smile, as he got his phone out of his pocket and decided to point the camera towards Santos and Sutton, as he tried to get the kid’s attention. “Look at Uncle Joey, c’mon.” He said with a smile - he had to admit that he got along with kids pretty well - not taking care of them exactly, but mostly because he still thought like one, so it was easy for Joey to get along with them. “I love the rainbow sprinkles, they’re totally made out of real rainbows… That’s like, awesome.” He said with a chuckle, as he looked over at Santos. “I’ll send you the pictures. You could have told me earlier that you were bringing her, I’d come and find you sooner.” He said with a smile.
santos’ relationship with joey was weird, but it was the light-hearted weird, joey was great at inappropriately lightning a mood. in one hand joey made santos felt like he also had to be a dad around him– i mean he got his arm out of a vending machine the other day– but that only meant to santos that they had a comfortable connection with one another. he’d never say it to his face, but it was something he was proud of. “ look button– say cheese ” he poked his daughters cheek, ensuring there would be a picture of her smiling somewhere in the bunch. sutton continues digging her hand in her bowl of pinkness as she giggles at joey’s words– “ yeah so i’d have to watch you both ? because you know somehow, it always happens ” santos laughed as he got the wipes out of his backpack– commence mission depinkify sutton.
hanbintms·:
hanbin was enjoying himself a little too much , taking his chances at the games and taking himself for a spin on one of the rides . he hasn’t been to an amusement park in years , so his inner child seems to have come out for the better part of the last hour . the only downside was the heat beating down on him , but hanbin knew exactly how to combat that . if it were up to hanbin , he would have gotten ice cream from morgenstern’s ( or made his own ) , but he’ll work with what’s available . with a hefty scoop of butter pecan , hanbin figures he’ll cool off for a minute before he tries to find his next adventure . before he’s able to dig in , though , he’s asked to take a picture . ‘ oh , hey man . ’ hanbin gives a thoughtful nod and sets his cup of ice cream onto the table . he beams gently at the tiny being covered in pink ice cream , careful to not freak her out . ‘ yeah ! pick a spot and let’s snap away . ’
he felt his palms go slightly sweaty as he realized it was someone from masters. he knew the world was small– but this fucking small ? he shook the thought, not wanting it to damper the mood. he had to come to the term that sutton needed to be immersed and surrounded by people– maybe not people he worked with– but still. “ hanbin ! ” he didn’t hide the surprise in his voice as he put a fist out towards him for a pound. he looked down at sutton– messes were cute when she executed them like this. “ right here is fine man– thanks again ! ” he crouched down next to the stroller, beaming at his little. sutton giggled at the closeness of him, her hand reaching to embrace his face– getting some pink on his cheek. “ yeah i don’t know if i’ll ever get used to that– ” he laughed at his newfound stickiness.
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santos felt slightly out of his element as he held sutton in one arm, and finagled with her stroller in the other. it must’ve been a universal thing amongst all stroller companies to make these things as complicated as possible. sutton whined slightly in his arms– her eyes not knowing what festivity to focus on first. his sweet girl. after what felt like 3 embarrassing hours ( 15 long minutes too long in actuality ) sutton was strapped in and already pointing at things and waving at people. he felt like a cool dad– cool ass, complicated stroller, sleek black bookbag, but surprise it was a diaper bag filled to the brim with just about everything every single baby at the amusement park could need, his included. their first stop, the only correct stop if you asked santos, was the ice cream parlor. he place them under the shade of a “boo” umbrella as sutton said and they began their chowdown. five minutes in and his sweet girl was wearing her strawberry ice cream with rainbow sprinkles. “ do you mind– can you take a picture of us ? ” he asked the person closest to him.
escxpiism·:··
for all of two seconds, she’d considered sending him a text first. or perhaps only a text. of course, instead, she got distracted and changed his contact name from ‘DO NOT TEXT’ to ‘DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO’ – the classic battle between sober enough alice and… whatever reverse pokémon evolution she was going through. now, there was some point to her being there, right ? not where she was, physically, in that moment. but if the cosmos had allowed sal to intervene when he did, to interrupt her, then there had to be a reason. it knew she’d never want to traumatize her best friend ! ( and, yes, it was likely just the little lozenge putting all its faith in the universe, but wasn’t that better than continuing to find life pointless ? maybe it was, who was she to say ? but, in that moment, there was a reason. ) furthermore, there was something that had possessed her to go to him, wasn’t there ? to go to public enemy number one – twice ? but, this time, it was not because she needed a ride ( walking around manhattan late at night may be dangerous, but she figured she was already doing one of the dangerous things they talked about when lecturing on safety ! to hell with ‘just say no’ ! ). she was on a mission this time around, having been cognizant enough to type out just what she was going there for in case she forgot ! ( but not cognizant enough… to text him ? ) with seemingly no regard for his privacy, she rapped three times on the door ( she’d gotten turned around a fair amount on the way there, had knocked on a few wrong doors – she wasn’t a gps – but the point remained ). when the door opened and a brief mental facial scan concluded that it was, indeed, phoenix, she didn’t need that note to remember what she was going to say. just seeing him was enough to make her recall with ease. “ so, do you… get it now ? ”
life went on as it did when someone was exposed at masters– yeah being interrogated by the police was a nice sprinkle of drama for what would’ve been a normal ass tuesday. the only thing he relatively felt, mushy , about was the fact that he decided to defend her in the work chat. obviously he knew nothing, and wasn’t interested in anything unless it was directly coming out of her mouth. what phoenix could understand was that it was something that did not need to be rehashed in a work group chat– he’ll die on that hill, as well as the hill that klondike bars are actually trash– and anyone who knew phoenix knew how he felt about motherfuckin’ klondike bars. he dug a spoon into pint of ben & jerry’s half baked, when he heard a knock at his door. his mind quickly traced back to anything he’d done in the last few days that would warrant a visit quarter to midnight– but his conscious was clear. “ jeannie– don’t you think it’s a little late for a cup of sugar ? ” he spoke as he opened the door, assuming it was his milf-ish neighbor– moms weren’t his thing, sorry nan. his eyebrows pulled down at the sight of alice, not that he wasn’t happy to see her– more so surprised, and then worry washed over him. “ tell me you didn’t walk here. ” did he get what ? “ get it ? i’m gonna need a little more than that– i’m practically geriatric after 11 so–”
jojoswilson·:
After everything that happened with Soleil, Joey made sure to spend most of his time in the hospital with her - well, as long as he could either way. Besides going to work and going home to feed Pickle, he made sure to spend some of the time at the hospital. He felt bad about what had happened to her, mostly because he had gotten lost on his way to Soleil’s and if he had gotten there sooner, then he might have been able to stop whatever had happened. Looking down at his phone as he sat down on a chair next to Soleil’s bed, his attention was caught when the other started talking. “Uh, we can always talk about something that will try to cheer you up… I don’t want you to be sad, hospitals are sad enough.” He said with a sigh, as he thought about what the two could talk about. “There’s a new vending machine in the break room… I almost got my arm stuck in it but Santos stopped me before I could do anything. It was funny.” He said with a small chuckle.
she was appreciative of the time he was spending with her– especially with work. she thought about making him swear on everything he loved, and those yellow chairs of her that he wouldn’t tell people at work. her excuse was that she had gotten into a ‘accident’ and she needed some time to work from home, well, the hospital, before coming back full time. the event played in her head on repeat– soleil trying to figure out what she could’ve done different– who she should’ve kicked in the balls first. “ you are a literal ray of sunshine– ” she spoke almost sheepishly, as she picked at a loose thread in her gown. “ thank you, seriously... for being here and uh– dealing with all of this in a sense. ” she pointed to all the monitors beeping randomly around her. she winces slightly as she laughs, “ if you really loved me– you’d flirt with the nurse who has been here everyday since you’ve been coming and see if he can get you a copy of that footage, because i need to see it. ”
his arms pumped beside him as he tried to maintain his speed on his almost finished 4 mile run– his chest and face red, a combination from the sun and the activity. he normally didn’t choose to run in central park, but when he was a work, and only had an hour for lunch, and plans afterwork– the central park running routes would do. his music blasted through his headphones over his ears as he rounded the corner, clearly not seeing the man bent over, wrestling something out of his dogs mouth– for a split second he survey his options, run into the man and his dog, or inconvenience someone else somehow– not fido, he thought as he narrowly dodged the pair, only to end up clipping another. “ shit– shit, sorry, ” he expressed, loudly, his music still blaring in his headphones.
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all of her days were beginning to clump together– she tried to stay off of her phone as much as possible, unless it was to answer something work related. she felt, almost embarrassed ?, for herself which was a rare feeling. soleil was always in control– of herself at least– but that was the most important in her opinion. but this past week, soleil had cried more than she ever did in her life combined. she needed to do something about it all– but she didn’t even know where to begin. she clicked aimlessly through the channels of the hospital tv– small groans escape her lips, “ daytime television is a fucking crime– like what is this ? ”
for phoenix: who do you think is most likely to get stuck in the elevator? ;; for santos: who's your favorite person in the office and why?
" why are you asking me this question– and why is the answer joey ? "
" i don't have one, sorry to keep it short."
santos: what's your main parenting ethic? / phoenix: do you think you could ever form a real bond?
" i try to talk to her like she's a person, rather than talking to her like she's a child– we are very big on words of affirmation "
" huh? i have plenty of real bonds, wha- "
soleil c. & santos h. penned w/ love by yari☁
hecrtfelt·:
it hurts to keep doing this. to keep watching you pick everyone but me, and to keep wondering why. griffin stepped away from soleil then, face resembling exactly what his heart felt in that moment. “ so what, ” he scoffed dryly in mild disbelief, hurt, “ it’s not enough for you to just be my friend ? you’d just rather not have me in your life at all than just as a friend ? ” griffin shook his head, walking away from her to seek solace against the railing of the terrace, where he rested his palms on the stone and looked out at the cityscape in front of them. he couldn’t look at her right now, and it wasn’t that he was angry; he was never that at soleil. griffin was just confused, and lost, and worst of all, hurt. “ so is that it, sol ? ” he asked after a long, tense silence. he was trying to come off as casual and finite, but the strain and sadness in his voice snuck through. “ just like that, we’re done being friends ? ”
she knew to an extent that he would be upset with her– knowing didn’t stop the all over ache she felt when the dust was finally settling by their feet. she wanted nothing more than to mull it over, avoid him for a few days and be right back at it– but everytime she did that she lost a piece of herself somewhere along the way. “ griffin i’m just supposed to be hurt all the time ? i pray– god, griffin i pray every night to wake up not loving you like this, and every morning i wake up with you on my mind. ” the love she feels for him, like a giant bull in her little china shop– taunting and teasing her. her hands shook as she kneaded them together nervously, her mind playing speed racer with all her thoughts. again maybe she could say she was kidding and they could go back to normal– but what a fucked up joke that would be. she met his eyes, she wished she was closer so she could count the gold specs one last time. was this is really it soleil ? her own voice replaying the question in her head. her hand reaches into the discreet pocket of her dress, fiddling with the second half of a homemade friendship necklace they had made years ago. she blots her under eyes with the soft touch of her fingertips– “ i think so. ” she finally says as she walks over to him to take his hand in hers and place her necklace in his palm.
sunniefm·:
sunnie’s days have been shit if she’s being honest . the last few months have been riddled with meetings she managed to escape before she was demoted , and there was never a day that went by where she had a million resumés and a thousand documents waiting on her desk . working in human resources was a fucking nightmare , and it sometimes makes sunnie wonder if she chose the right career path in life . five years in college for this shit ? well , she can only guess that she brought the mocking and hushed jokes about her onto herself , huh ? ‘ no , not all . ’ sunnie shakes her head and moves out of the way as soleil enters the elevator , doors sealing closed behind them . sunnie doesn’t cover her ears when soleil screams , and instead she finds that a broad grin begins to take over her features . ‘ whoa , amazing . ’ she says then , giving soleil two thumbs up once she’s finished . sunnie can’t help but soften a bit when she sees how red soleil’s eyes are . ‘ hooky ? ’ well , she was headed to lunch and she was in desperate need of a break from masters international . ‘ i was going off to lunch . want to join ? we could go anywhere you want . ’
soleil mentally cursed at herself as she continued to blot her under eye area. it had been a rough few days for her and honestly she needed to let it all out– what she also needed was a churro, and maybe 4 shots of tequila– and a cat. soleil nodded to the other– “ sunnie– i have an overwhelming urge, no urge isn’t the word. need, i need to get a cat today. and maybe a churro somewhere, but a cat definitely. ” soleil, although being allergic to a degree had spent hours the night before looking at local rescues online.
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