#puckbunnics

[icyreveries]

Closed starter for: @puckbunnics

Billy was fully conscious of the fact that he was doing something uncharacteristic of himself by driving the extra distance, and paying the extra money, for artisan donuts, when a Boston Cream from Dunkin should have been good enough for anyone. Trouble was these donuts weren't for just anyone; they were for Gianna Monroe, and that meant they needed to be the very best donuts that he could possibly get.

So, a box of six, it had to be said, truly beautiful looking donuts, was strapped to the back of his bike as he sped towards her place. As he arrived, he was acutely aware of the fact that in twelve years of admiring her from across rooms, and from the audience of packed out theatres as she lit up the stage, this was the first time he'd ever been to a place where she lived. Kicking the stand on his bike, he reached into his pocket and sent her a quick text to let her know he was outside, before getting to work on unstrapping the donut box. Once the box was freed, he held it in one hand, while he used the other to open the small compartment on the back of his bike, and extracted the tray of coffee cups from within. Leaning against his bike, he smiled at the sight of her approach and took a couple steps forward to meet her.

"You never did tell me what kind of donut you wanted, so I got a half a dozen just to be on the safe side." He said with a chuckle and a shrug. "I got your coffee here though. It should be right. I only checked with the barista about seven times." He grinned at the only very slight exaggeration; in truth, he had checked five times.

[chcrrypickcr]

✦     ・    closed  starter  for  @puckbunnics

✦     ・    "  by  any  chance  would  you  know  someone  that  wants  to  model  for  me?  "  the  fashion  design  student  turned  to  the  other  near  her.  "  i  need  someone  to  model  my  designs  for  one  of  my  assignments.  "

[chcrrypickcr]

✦   ・   closed starter for @puckbunnics

✦    ・    "  don't  tell  me  that  they're  all  out  of  the  fruity  pebbles.  "  she  said  to  the  person  ahead  of  her  in  the  line.  was  it  the  best  nutritional  breakfast  for  her  to  be  consuming?  no,  but  it  satisfied  something  in  the  new  yorker  that  she  went  for  a  bowl  of  it  at  least  once  a  week  at  the  recovery  bowl.  "  and  no,  fruit  loops  do  not  compare.  "

[rcordovas]

closed for @puckbunnics (priya)

reed misses the philippines so much. "lami man gihapon uy," (it still tastes good) he insists in cebuano, talking about the lechon (roast pig) he's brought. but, continuing in his language, he concedes that yes, lechon from home is the best. the filipino-americans he's met in michigan speak english and tagalog mainly, but even just getting to talk to a few cebuano speakers today makes his heart ache.

the chill, small party that afternoon is a far more low-key affair than the massive party that the hockey guys threw recently. of all the people, he definitely doesn't expect to see priyanka dasari. reed briefly stops in his tracks, his typical confident smile faltering. he gulps and tries to be cool when he approaches. "hey. i, uh, i had no idea you'd be here." he braces himself for her to yell at him or act aloof. usually, he'd find it funny when his presence bothers someone so much. but things are different with her.