fitzroy “fitz” trask – late20s/early30s – piemaker – pecan – keahu kahuanui
father owns a funeral home. mother works in the morgue. fitz “only my parents call me fitzroy” grew up in a relatively happy and fun home – just, you know, surrounded by death. but he didn’t spend a lot time at either place. just a few times when both parents forget to book a babysitter, which rarely happened. okay it happened a little bit. maybe more often than not. [frequently.] but how many other kids can say they touched a dead guy in a coffin and he was only slightly squishy?
learned to bake by being mommy and daddy’s little helper (and sometimes tasting along the way). also the old ladies at the nearby church. he took classes at the learning annex when he got old enough because perfecting your craft yo. he sold freelance for a while but like that doesn’t really pay the bills and also he’s not a great business man. now he works for the local bakery and makes all sorts of yummy pies (and sometimes tries to sneak in some savory pies – sometimes).
he’s not particularly fond of physical interaction. there are only a few people he even lets put their hands on his shoulders or give him hugs – very few people. as long as you don’t try to touch him, though, oh man he smiles a lot and like if you smile when you smell or eat his pies, goddamn his heart literally jumps out of his chest and he orgasms. (idek).
gabriel specht – mid/late20s – antiques dealer – pumpkin – tyler hoechlin
gabe came from a wealthy family in maine. he grew up spoiled rotten and hung out with other spoiled rotten children. the nannies and maids “raised” him (but tbf his spoiled nature just kind of overpowered them). private school. private college. he got a b.a. in art history and then continued to get an m.a. in the same subject too. because he’s rich so why not? he had all the right connections and went to all the fancy parties.
and then whoopisies – one day his cards stop working and guess what?? he’s been cut off until he learns the “value of money” (whatever that’s supposed to mean??). his dad used some connections to get him a little part time job at this quaint antique store in hickory creek – and it smells musty and knock offish. (in fact, gabe can <i>tell</i> it’s all knock offs – or junk.) but he’s supposed to sell this crap to people. ugh. he lives in a small studio apartment (“so this apartment is nice, but where’s the adjoining master bedroom? i really need to take a bath.” “oh well. it’s just right outside, down the stairs, and through town square to the upper east side,” said the landlord.)
so basically now he’s stuck in this ridiculous town, and he’s not happy about it. he’s snippy, bougie, and condescending. so like i hope he learns how to deal because he’s not heading to paris fashion week anytime soon.