#benjaminalharper

[my12percentofamoment]

Tea Shop

Pepper opened shop for the day and it was a slow one. She was able to walk around several times and check on the patrons over and over, praying that she not disturb their reason for being there. The door opened once again and she greeted him like she did everyone. "Hi. Welcome to Tea for Two. Let me take you to a table. Where would you like to sit? Upstairs by the window? Out on the patio? Or in the living room? We're not that busy." Virginia shrugged.

[dysfunctionalgenius]

Benjamin drew out a 2B pencil from the deep pocket of his tweed jacket, glancing back and forth as if to make sure no one was looking before he began to sketch in his notebook. The portrait which was displayed in front of him had evoked the fleeting desire to create a piece of his own. For him every detail was significant and he would never settle for 'good enough' when drawing. Even at the slightest imperfection, it took everything he had not to erase the entire sketch and start over again.

Once he finished, he looked over the drawing with a overly critical eye. The beautiful woman who appeared to be crafted from marble stared back at him with sightless eyes, her dainty hand reaching out as if wishing to escape from the page. He sighed deeply, disliking the way the curls on her hair were so tightly drawn together and was just about to tear the paper from the page to dispose of it when he saw someone, out of the corner of his eye, looking at the sketch. "Excuse me, can I help you?"

[scrabblemug]

Time to talk | Ben and Q

Q sighed as he finally got to his new home he had made with Ben. He unlocked the door and walked in, kicking off his shoes after a long and frankly quite exhausting day at work. He padded into the living room and flopped into a chair, forgetting that Ben should be around somewhere. 

[cecil-officialnvcr-blog]

Visitor | Ben and Cecil

It was a crisp morning in early November, the sun was out and the ground was dry as it always was in Night Vale. Cecil...having felt the minor temperature shift had purchased a matching set of Christmas jumpers for himself and Carlos, hoping that his perfect scientist would appreciate the image of Santa being dissolved slowly by the traditional christmas acid rain that was provided annually by the vague yet menacing government agency. He swung the bag in his hand merrily as he walked along the street, humming a traditional Night Vale carol. 

[my12percentofamoment]

Color Me Mine

Pepper spent hours going around town and collecting everything that was needed to do an art project. Something about the art being more personal or something, the boss had said, to make the place more like home.

She wasn't so sure, but the blond kept her mouth shut and did as she was told.

The break room had been cleared of everything, but easels and everything needed under the sun to create masterpieces. She fretted that all she would get out of it were a bunch of stick figures. 

One look at the clock told her that her appointment should be arriving shortly. Pepper sat on one of the stools and waited.