#bulldose

[whiskeyneats]

closed starter for @bulldose (ford) location: maple brook annual carnival

carnival food was supposed to be the best kind of food there was, at least according to every person and vendor angelo had encountered so far. which was how he had ended up in line for a stall that sold deep fried oreos, shifting from foot to foot as he waits. with the items secured, he moves out of the way, nearly bumping into ford in the crowd. "fancy seeing you here." angelo teases, slightly amused to run into his coworker outside of the club. that was small town life for you, he supposed. "what's your opinion on deep fried oreos?"

[blcssomfully]

closed starter for @bulldose / ft. ford macaulay

location: silverpond country club

spotting a familiar figure lounging around the country club, rebekah made a beeline towards him. she had run into ford on a handful of her morning jogs and somewhere between small talks, he has mentioned wanting to learn how to play tennis. her bright smile lit up her face as she stopped just a few steps in front of where he sat, sunlight glinting off the courts behind her as a halo practically shines over her head. tilting her head playfully, she teased them, " you weren't waiting for me, were you? " they've tossed around the idea of her teaching him at some point but they weren't actually able to set a date for it yet. but seems like this was a good coincidence since she was itching for some morning play.

[idens]

who: ford @bulldose where: iden's room when: afternoon

the plan was to walk over to the marine life conservatory with their instruments and busk for a little bit. part of the bigger plan— iden's masterful idea to be brave and do things no iden has ever done.. or whatever. was playing on the sidewalk really something they wanted to do, though? id allowed the question to roll around their mind as the two got ready. they had to admit, this part was fun. the outfit picking in order to be coordinated, but not too coordinated. being able to turn to ford and ask, "what color?" as she held up two different shades of lipgloss made her feel like a little kid. the feeling fueled the confidence that had come up with the idea, so it wasn't until they were grabbing their instruments (iden had a small synth) that doubt began to crumple her self-assurance. "maybe we should eat something before we go? i have a watermelon that needs to be cut up," iden offered. "i can make us something, real quick."