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[junisohare-blog]

You’re Berry Welcome -Tigg and Junis-

@tiggnevertiegan

Junis had been having an okay day. Which, to most people, his day would look like hell probably. To Junis O’Hare it was the perfect amount of chaos to keep him busy and occupied. Useful was the correct term for how it made him feel but if he were to ever say that aloud then it would truly be a hell of a day.

He took it upon himself to take a little break, do something that would relax him for the moment. And that just so happened to be reorganizing the seed display at the back of the store. The O’Hare market sold seeds, not because they thought farmers of their caliber were going to walk in here and buy the whole lot, but because they wanted to encourage people to take up their own gardens where they could. 

It was also an easy place for Junis to come and fix. Just as people saw no sense in putting greeting cards back in their appropriate places, they didn’t put the seed packets back to where they belonged. Okra ended up with Pumpkin or Squash ended up with the Tomatoes. As he was tending to his task, he turned to look just over his shoulder to see a familiar face within the same aisle.

“Ah, well hello again,” he greeted, putting a packet of seeds in their correct place and then moving over towards her. 

[perfectisme-georgette]

Bottom of the Bottle || Tiger Poodle

@tiggnevertiegan

Swynlake was a very weird town. It was definitely the oddest place Georgette has yet to live in, or place foot in. Who goes to sleep and wakes up the next day having shared the same dream with the entire town?! It was ridiculous. 

Thankfully, no damage was done and the blonde didn’t truthfully care. 

All she cared about was her beautiful small black tight dress and the shot of tequila that was currently coating the lining of her throat. The dream hadn’t changed anything. Georgette was back in the real world, back with her same traumatizing past, back to not really being able to sleep and so back to her alcohol being the hot mess she already was. 

At least the tequila aided in blacking everything out, so that she could successfully sleep in the end, even if there were some minor bumps in the middle.

The blonde was currently sitting on a stool by the bar, another shot in front of her, legs crossed, and enjoying the clashing of music hitting her ear drums. The alcohol hadn’t completely settled in yet, she had been only two shots in and was getting ready to talk to the bartender again when a shadow behind her distracted her. 

Georgette turned around to some woman she hardly knew, eyes giving the stranger a once over with brows arched. “Can I help you?” 

[junisohare-blog]

Sorry, I Over Swept -Tigg and Junis-

@tiggnevertiegan​ 

Running the only grocery store in a small town of people who were in need of supplies after being run out of their homes while also trying to recollect the store itself was horrid. The farm and him home, at least, had been safe. But the store was a sight that had his skin crawling.

It had been hard to even step into his store with it looking like this. He’d had to call Lily and cry to her for a few hours and then having to deny anyone from coming back home. No matter how much he wanted his siblings, it wasn’t safe for them here. It may be home, but he did not want Peter getting a broken limb from some random vine to have to sit out a season or Buster to get his hand torn up and not be able to create. He didn’t want any of his siblings in pain for him. 

Besides, he was the eldest. The business had been left to him. It was his duty to pick it back up and dust it off. No matter how much he hated dust. 

Thankfully, and because Junis had been what some may describe as annoying but what he would describe as efficient, he had been allowed back into the store. The lists of what had been damaged had been taken, color coded, printed out for everyone on staff with a few extra for any volunteers. There was also a packet that included, but not limited to, a map of the store, proper cleaning procedures, and a time table. All handed out to everyone, along with their designated areas. They had cleared away most of the larger debris, put plywood or a tarp that made a terrible patchwork that he’d had stayed up all night over, but the place was still a wreck. 

Half store. Half wreck. 

Junis was making the rounds on the cleaners, customers being few and far between despite the, “Yes! We’re Open!” sign. He glanced once over at a figure cleaning and had to do a double take.

“Tigg!” he yelled, startling the whole store. A few staff members quickly turned away, as he took long strides towards her,  “What are you doing?