Oct 8, 2021
Rise and Shine
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Rise and Shine
Some tears are born out of memories, you cannot classify them as either happy or sad...
Random Xpressions
Txt: Olivia - Noah & Kiara
Olivia: Please tell me i'm not the only one who got an invite from the devil?
Olivia:'Cause the theatrics were frickin real for a boring party if you guys didn't.
"Did you ever get birthday bumps Professor?"
“Birthday who, what, Nibs?”
"Hey bro. Party on the beach for your birthday. Bonfires, pizza and stargazing. Bring nothing but yourself and maybe a blanket."
“A Party?” John blinks, “This evening? I… that sounds great Scotty, uh, what time do you want me to be there?”
**"Happy birthday babe." Star wraps him in a hug, standing on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek, and hands him a package filled with various space and constellation covered items. "Thought I'd get you something other than a book... But I couldn't decide what so There's a little bit of everything in there."
“Thanks Star.” John’s cheeks flush pink; warm and surprised at the press of her lips against his skin. “It definitely looks... exciting?” He turns the strange, lumpy package left and right, tiling it as he tries to work out what’s in it. “Uh... should I open it now? What is it?”
She nods and grins, before turning to head away. "Cupboard's stocked with your favourite cookies. Suit's in your wardrobe. Have a good one, eh? I'll come find you later when we need to leave." Yes, she was going to spoil him.
“Sounds great Bee,” John smiles, “I’ll see you later. Thankyou.”
"Happy birthday John," Nibs says, handing him his present which is small and a little floppy, wrapped in galaxy paper. Inside are two pairs of socks, one rather badly handmade, the other has little pizza slices on it. (How badly is be up to you).
“Nibs!” John’s smile is warm and fond and little as he stoops, kicking off his shoes and tugging the warm, fluffy fabric on over his toes. There’s a couple of little holes in the ends, and John’s toes poke through but he loves them and all the work Nibs has obviously put in. Socks are something he can never have enough of, and John is the type who always has cold feet. “Thankyou.” He wiggles his toes at her. “They’re fantastic!”