#emersonxcassidy

[ninaxgray]

Closed: @emersonxcassidy Where: Oceania Bookshop

Nina didn't remember the last time she touched a book, the girl barely passed English class due to her general desire to not study. Plus there wasn't space to study in the back rooms of bars around the roadies. But somehow she finds herself in a store, unable to pretend like she belonged anywhere near the place. "Who has the focus for this..." She mumbles to herself, reaching out for a novel at least four inches thick.

[cassidyxcooke]

closed starter for @emersonxcassidy location: driftwood coffee

"So-- are you going to Oasis tonight?" the question was a casual one, though Cass was actually curious. Emerson had never really seemed like the partying type, but who were they to judge a book by its cover? Besides, it was some sort of theme night, country maybe? Any other time they'd be bitin at the bit as an excuse to hang out at Oasis, especially during a theme night, but they were still easing back into things. They knew better than to overdo it right off the bat. "I bet you'd look good in all done up. I can see it now-- pigtails and a cowgirl hat. Oh and ass-less chaps? Too much?" they paused, unable to stop the smile from breaking through their blasé expression, "Too much, nix that last one,"

[cassidyxcooke]

closed thread for @emersonxcassidy continued from here

Cass' head tilted, their expression staying relatively neutral as Emerson began. Their experiences were different in childhood on surface level. They knew all about the Cassidys, mostly through gossip, and they knew the matriarch of the family wasn't exactly 'motherly'. It made sense this wouldn't connect. And for Cass...as far as they knew, their father procreated like a sponge. She wasn't there. Never had been. So they got it, Emerson's words, her almost morbid curiosity, making all the sense in the world. "Eh, depressing stuff is my bread and butter. Also best to have it in the morning, that way it's only up from here," they replied, flashing a smile of their own. Honestly it didn't bother them, that hollow feeling. They'd lived with it most days just fine. Now wasn't much different. If anything, they felt a little less alone with people like Emerson. People who kinda got it.

Hooking her arm, Cass hummed, giving the painting another once over, "I get it though. It's easy to wonder what life woulda been like, but in the end, no point in it. Unless of course, you're fixing to have pipsqueaks of your own, then..." Cass let it hang with a shrug, choosing to lead Emerson to another painting rather than continue the train of thought. "This one is more my speed," they said taking in the image of a child walking alone in the rain. the colors weren't particularly sad though, the figure tilted ever so slightly making it look content, if not a tad playful. "What about you? Yes, no maybe?"