#ohjosephines

[ofniko]

closed starter for @ohjosephines

     it’s not at all unusual for niko to be covered in flour within ten minutes of starting to bake whenever josephine comes over. it’s something of a running joke for his fan base, the sheer extent of the mess he’s able to create, but of course that never manages to ruin the final product--josephine is far too good to allow that to happen, and it’s one of the reasons he likes doing this so much with her. “you said we’re making what today, again?” he asks, rubbing his hands together to get some of the powder off and then giving up and wiping them on his pink apron instead. the camera is set up on a mini tripod out of the way of potential disaster and he looks directly into it when he adds, “i literally already forgot.” and, turning back to josephine, “please tell me you need me to crack some eggs. i love cracking eggs. i’m so good at it.”

[cleohqs]

closed for ( @ohjosephines ) 

this was not how cleo would’ve preferred to spend her night. she glanced around at the dimly lit dive bar. basically a relic in this city. of course she sat at the actual bar because if she was gonna be here rather than her favorite way-too overpriced, way-too exclusive, club than she was going to be sitting front and center. well, she’d rather be here than at home with the cats but even nursing her drink and watching the people behind her play pool she felt an itch for something more. after-all it wasn’t a night out if no one was there to photograph it or if she ended the night without a massive bruise on her leg from falling on the concrete or up the stairs. 

however, this? was meeting in the middle. and cleo couldn’t afford to make everything all about her and what she wanted all the time or she’d lose a friend like josephine and be left once again to troll this city looking for her latest bff. none of which seemed to stick after well--- after. and josephine was lovely, just different than cleo. opposites attract right? and opposites keep her from making a fool of herself at the previously mentioned way-too exclusive club. she threw back the rest of her drink and bobbed her head a little, looking through the haze that had fallen for a head of blonde hair. she knew she’d be fine and would stop thinking of a million other situations to be in once she wasn’t alone anymore. an unfortunate quirk. 

cleo let her legs swing back and forth on the barstool and stared down at her empty glass, she could feel a pout pushing at her red lips. something alerted her toward the direction she’d come in and-- “josephine!” she sat up straight, feeling all of her anxieties wash away because now she was fine, she was with a friend.