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[glovesave]

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          the heat is BRUTAL out ---- it’s like the weather turned sharply from winter to summer in barely a day ( and a fact that’s not completely far off ). nico didn’t function well in heat, maybe that’s why his profession solidly revolved around the exact opposite : ice. his morning run had been before the worst of it at least ; the mere thought of trying to do anything in the oppressive air smothering him turns his stomach. no, today was a good day to spend at canalside where the bison river emptied into the lake and offshore breezes cooled the air to a manageable level. he’s in some line at one of the popup ice cream stands on the boardwalk, idly squinting at the phone in the sun while he waits when he hears the bad news.      “ they’re OUT of vanilla - orange twist ?? ”      arguably his FAVORITE. tastes just like a fucking creamsickle.      “ damn. ”      he surveys the print on the menu, gaze shifting to the person behind him.      “ any SUGGESTIONS ?? i guess it’s time to try something NEW. ”

[frostbittcn-blog1]

DATE:  November 19th, 2019. LOCATION: Sally’s Diner. OPEN TO: Everyone.  // @bfhqrb​

“No -- don’t wanna!” Emma’s protest was loud, somehow managing to rise above all the general noise of the diner. He sighed, trying to remain patient with this newfound fussiness that she had developed. “Really, Ems this is your favourite.” he pleaded general, before she grabbed a handful of fries and threw them as far away as her little hands could, hitting the person on the next table. “Oh my god, no that’s naughty Emma.” he scolded gently, never really one to raise his voice, especially with his daughter. Turning an apologetic glance over to the person that had been hit by the fries, he sighed. “I’m so so sorry, this is so unlike her. Emma, you need to apologise right now that was very rude.” he turned his attention back to the other, “Please, let me buy your dinner as a way to say sorry.”

[frostbittcn-blog1]

DATE:  November 19th, 2019. LOCATION: Town Square. OPEN TO: Everyone.  // @bfhqrb​

Do you ever have one of those days where you should’ve stayed in bed? Darcy’s fingers moved rapidly across the screen of her phone as she walked briskly through the town square, having just departed a newspaper meeting that hadn’t gone well -- something that she just added to the long list of things that were going wrong that day. The tweet she was writing was a small attempt at venting, knowing that it was unlikely to help, but still as she hit send it made her feel just the smallest bit better. But, her attention was more on her phone than where she was walking, and she hit a bit of ice the wrong way and her legs flew out from beneath her. “Oh shi--” she barely had time to react as her phone flew out from one hand and the other reached out to break her fall. “Ow fuck, shit--” she snapped, before realising her fall had been observed. “Oh man, tell me you didn’t see that?”

[shilohismz-blog]

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"don't drink the coffee," she said, sipping at her starbucks drink. "i put a laxative in it because that bitch over there told me my hair was ridiculous and unprofessional."