#int. moose

[nightshfts]

starter for: charlotte zukowski @sailorzenith location: charlotte's house

he never had any problems doing his sister's errands for her even on his days off. it filled the time, crammed the hours together to forge an illusion of being busy like he was at all an important person who had important things to do. and he could've left as soon as he'd delivered her groceries but instead he stayed, watching as she organized everything in her pantry with a motherly sort of efficiency, the kind you'd see on someone who had dinner to cook and a first grader to help with her homework and a business to run all on the same day. "doc workin' late tonight?" he was leaning over the kitchen island on his elbows, the straw of his apple capri sun flattened between his teeth, eyes distractedly drifting towards the tv in the living room where his niece was watching some cartoon show.

[nightshfts]

closed starter for: for santiago reyes @littlesugarnspice location: santiago's trailer, late afternoon

"yeah, okay, i give up," moose sinks back into his camping chair and tosses his chisel into the dirt, patting sawdust and shavings from the sleeve of his jacket while he holds up the the tiny wooden sculpture he'd made against the quickly fading daylight. he's been out of practice for years, had lost the techniques he'd learned, or they're just buried in there along with all the useless crap he feeds into his brain on the daily. he wanted to do a flower because he thought it would be easier than something more intricate like a four-legged animal or any of the stuff santiago usually does. "i'm just gonna say this is a demogorgon and call it a day." he shrugs and picks up his beer from the ground, taking a large swig. "how's yours comin' along?"