who: @lav-jones when: weekend of october 1. where: farmer's market.
Since the two were to be teammates again, Marcello took the liberty of inviting Lavender out to the local farmer’s market. He held an admirable view of Lav, and it was only due to this rare occurrence that he remembered their history of bonding over fancy delicacies and treats. He kept a close eye on the girl as they strolled through the area, though he was largely distracted by the kiosk with plastic swords that lit up and inflatable animals. Marcello hadn’t realized the blonde girl stopped to browse, and he walked directly into Lav. Only after stumbling forward did he reach out in surprise, and the unstable display she had been looking at began to shake from the contact. “Sorry, Lav. I’m glad I didn’t steamroll over you,” Marcello said with a forced chuckle, a look of discomfort plain on his face. He ignored the glaring eyes of the shopkeeper, deciding instead to focus on the girl in front of him. “I should probably explain that I’ve never been to one of these before. I thought you might have liked it though,” Marcello explained, and he lifted his hand to uselessly rub at the back of his neck. Kindness wasn’t really something Marcello was well-versed in, and in trying to be considerate, he supposed he stepped too far out of his comfort zone. There were far too many people around.
