#emmett002

[suraj-s-dream]

Suraj waved a hand as they stepped out of the Crashdown and made their way over to Emmett. They handed him the milkshake and then took a quick look around. “Where did you want to go this time?” they asked, more excited since the last time, it would seem that Emmett knew all the places that Suraj had never heard off around town, and they loved these new adventures and places. @fckemms​

[gabriellekistler]

text || emmett

gabi: hey, i know you're probably busy. i just wanted to let you know your nursing skills were much appreciated. my hand has made a full recovery.

gabi: thank you :)

[ollysilvcrstein]

These types of events were right up his alley. Tons of people, endless drinks and entertainment, but Olly also had a feeling his brother might not be enjoying it as much as himself. He found the familiar figure, hand patting his back as he reached him, the arm wrapping around his shoulders. “How ya doin’, bro? Want to join me in a drink?”

@emmettsilverstein

[nguyenalanna]

Location: Vixen Den, kitchen Date: December 8th (closed @emmett-ashford, @cadxmitchell)

Alanna celebrates the win in the best way she knows how—sugar cookies in the shape of foxes. She’s got the cookie cutters ready (they’re only basic stars, but she can decorate them in orange and white and black, make the basics of pointed fox ears and dark eyes in frosting) and the ingredients lined up neatly in a row. 

It strikes her then that she should bring a Fox into this too. Specifically, she texts Emmett, invites him over for an impromptu baking session. This is his victory after all. Alanna had only watched and cheered; Emmett defended the goal tooth and nail, even leaving it to push the Gamecocks back out of his territory. 

Predictably, her friend doesn’t waste time coming over to the Den. Emmett’s got a sweet tooth a mile wide, and Alanna deeply appreciates him for it. Someone’s got to eat the leftovers of her kitchen experiments. 

The butter’s just finished softening on the counter when he arrives, and she beams at him, waves with hands that aren’t yet dusted in flour. Good thing too, because Alanna’s first move is gesturing for Emmett to look on her phone at the pictures she’ll be copying when it comes time to decorate the sugar cookies. “What do you think about Fox cookies? A fitting tribute for the big win, right?” she asks. Her tone is bright, happy. She’s happy. “We can do two batches if you want! I’ll do one, and I’ll walk you through the other one. Twice as many cookies is never a bad thing.”

She doesn’t say it out loud, but two batches isn’t just a fun idea: it’s downright necessary whenever Emmett’s in the kitchen. He’s managed to ruin more baked goods than anyone Alanna knows, and that includes her own fumbling mistakes as a child, back when she had no idea why her mother added baking powder instead of baking soda—or the time she’d used chili powder instead of cinnamon in her pumpkin bread.