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"Are you laughing or crying?"
“Eh?” Feliciano hadn’t even really noticed how loudly he was giggling at the video playing on his phone. Surprised, he removed one ear bud from his ear, then offered a smile. “Oh! I’m laughing! My friend sent me a video, and it was just so funny, I couldn’t help myself!”
@dancingwiththepixies
Slightly bruised apple in one hand and well-worn classical novel in the other, Arthur settled himself down against his usual tree. He’d read ‘Bess of the Baskervilles’ a thousand times before and yet, he couldn’t help himself from reading it over and over and over and over again. Revisiting it felt akin to reliving a memory, each page dredging up more and more thoughts from the depths of his mind. Sometimes, all one needed to be happy was a juicy piece of fruit and a well-loved novel, Arthur thought with a huff.
He’d gotten about halfway through his apple and was toying with the idea of going home to make a cup of tea, when someone passed by. He didn’t normally look up when someone walked passed, but this time he happened to look by accident; and what he saw left him perplexed.
The woman in front of him seemed oddly familiar, in a way that he couldn’t quite place. Her face seemed like one he’d seen on someone else, in a time that he’d almost forgotten. Her eyes were a deep forest green, sparkling with a smile, and then he realized that he’d been staring at this random woman for about three minutes straight in complete and utter silence.
“Er...sorry. You just looked familiar, somehow...” Arthur trailed off, incredibly awkwardly.
“ Why did you do something so stupid? “
The last thing Roderich needed was the scolding tone of some strange land dweller he’d never met before. “I have done nothing stupid,” he huffed, staring up at the sky from where he lay in the sand, rather beached. Shifting his gaze, he glared up at the stranger. “Are you here to mock me, or are you going to do something?”
@dancingwiththepixies asked: Laughter: Lara hears Abel laughing uncontrollably and comes to see what the fuck he is doing [adlibbed it a little, sue me]
Abel had, by now, found a little place all for himself. It was plain, quaint, but just perfect for him. The downstairs was pretty bare, the kitchen was a kitchen, with nothing fancy within; a stove, sink and simple, rickety fridge he’d borrowed off someone nestled quietly within.
It had two bedrooms and a shared bathroom, all plain. It was safe to say that he hadn’t really got anything for his home yet. It was more of just a house. However, it didn’t mean that Abel didn’t have to make some new memories.
As had become the usual, Lara had nipped by, going off somewhere in the house as Abel was busying himself in the kitchen. It hadn’t been too long ago that he’d managed to procure a new kitchen appliance, other than the esteemed kettle he had heard of from Andrei. It was a toastie maker thingy...
You put bread in it and some cheese and then it made a sandwich; he knew it was weird but wonderful. He’d actually gotten pretty used to making toasties by now and was making one for his guest. That was until something utterly side-splitting occurred.
His cacophonous laughter raced through the house, his muscles on his stomach tensing as he wheezed. He almost choked himself as he laughed too.
“LARA. COME HE-” he couldn’t stop. He was on the floor.
This was it.
The end.
@dancingwiththepixies said: “Lara had taken Josephine on a picnic, and she really had thought about this. She'd carried a nice basket, packed with good food, as well as a very fluffy blanket. She wanted to make sure they'd both be comfortable. "Well! Where do you think we should go?" Lara just wanted to make sure the other was comfortable.”
Josephine had been quite surprised when the other had bounded through her front door, basket in hand and a bright smile on her face; however, something seemed a little strained within it and so Josephine had become slightly worried. Was Lara alright? She hoped so.
They had waited for people to leave the library, Josephine turning the sign around so that the classic fancy writing spoke ‘CLOSED’ behind the glass. Then they were off, now in search for somewhere to be seated.
“I think... there’s a nice little place at the beach? A little cape, it’s quite private and quiet,” Josephine smiled, “it’s also got a nice breeze for hot days like this!”
"Are you happy with me?"
Astrid looked at the younger woman with curiousity in her eyes, wondering where that had come from. “Of course I am, why wouldn’t I? You haven’t done anything that would make me unhappy or anything.”
"When did you get that bruise?"
“Eh, this?” Lovise looked down at her arm, where a bruise had started to form. She looked up again and shrugged. “I stumbled over a root that stuck out. No big deal, really. Happens to me all the time.” She really should be on land more often to get a better hang on walking. Or just simply avoid marching through deep forests. One of these two. Not that she particulary liked being on land, she liked being in the sea a lot more. Swimming was way easier and there weren’t exactly roots she could stumble over.”It doesnt even hurt.”
Lara, who liked to bake in her spare time, had come to Utopia to a flower shop. One of the things she loved the most was to fashion little flowers for her cakes, and, she had decided she needed some real flowers. The issue here, of course, was that she was terrified of Utopia, so, by the time she was in the shop, she was shaking like a leaf, and the tall man behind the counter scared her even more. Still, she approaches. "Excuse me, do you happen to sell roses here, or carnations?"
Manning the florist’s on his own could be tiresome at times, but Ivan was still filled with vigor. The azaleas that he’d been slaving over for what felt like months had finally come to bloom and it truly was a glorious sight to behold. The pink petals bloomed with their vibrant colour, the flowers sprouting strong from the shrub.
The tingle of the bell tore Ivan away from his azaleas, as a small blonde woman approached the counter. She appeared quite nervous, although Ivan supposed that most customers did when they first saw him.
“Of course! Those are actually some of my most popular flowers, do you have a preference for colour?”
