#c:mae

[wyree]

lab assistant work takes many forms in this line of work

!CABL PATREON!

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[claytonbaker]

special delivery - @mae-kingston

Clayton had set up a date between him and Mae after the two of the matched on Tinder. He knew he had to do something other than chase after someone who clearly didn’t feel the same way as him. He sat at the table and waited for Mae to walk through the door, glancing over at it every so often. Was it ridiculous to go on another date? He brushed his tongue along his lower lip as he picked up a piece of bread, popping it into his mouth. His dark hues raised when he noticed a brunette standing by the table. “Mae,” he chuckled lightly, standing up and moving to pulling the chair across from him out for her. “Please sit.”

[dylan-nobody]

Text: Dylan ✉ Mae

Dylan: I'm sorry.

Dylan: I'll fix it.

[dylan-nobody]

no good | dylan & mae

One good thing about Dylan’s friendship with Mae was that she had a chance to show the new girl around the city. The fact that she knew Verona inside and out made her feel useful, and today she brought her to the museum, where they spent the past few hours admiring the wealth of art that Verona had to offer. Naturally, much of it was Capulet in nature, but even in her distaste for them, Dylan could appreciate their artistic merit, which was frankly undeniable. If only they didn’t have to be so pretentious about it.

Afterwards, Dylan took Mae back through the park, her hands clung to the straps of her backpack as they walked. The sun was not quite setting, but it was only a matter of time until it did. “Okay, I’ve given you enough time to think about it. Favorite exhibit from today, go.”

@submissive--mae

[dylan-nobody]

[text from Mae] I'm sorry I yelled at you. Or, you know, the texting equivalent of yelling at you.

Text: It’s ok

[dylan-nobody]

a walk in the park | dylan & mae

It was rare enough for Dylan to make a friend, let alone a friend she felt inclined to ask to hang out. But there was something about Mae that she frankly enjoyed. Maybe it was her quaint temperament, or maybe it was the fact that she felt no judgment from Mae despite the fact that they were so different.

Then again, there were plenty of things that Mae didn’t know about her, and she could only assume that fact was mutual. After all, they had only just met. 

Dylan waited for Mae in the park, having tried to make the location as conspicuous and easy to find as possible. She knew the submissive was new to Verona, so the last thing she wanted was for her to get lost again. 

@submissive--mae

[dylan-nobody]

Text: Dylan ✉ Mae

Dylan: Mae?

[dylan-nobody]

Text: Dylan ✉ Mae

Dylan: Hey

Dylan: What's your favorite month?