#talk:lark1

[leonardo-hastings]

DATE: August 2nd, 2021 TIME: 07:03 PM LOCATION: Eleanor’s

“Lance! Did you miss me?” Leo greets loudly, with a particularly bodacious, outstandingly fake grin as he sees the owner of Eleanor’s. A few sets of eyes turn toward him, the eyes of the regulars, so the other can’t immediately tell him off. Leo is well aware that Lark actually hates that name but it is too amusing to pass an opportunity to mess with the curly-haired, puppy-dog eyed man. And he is still itching for an entertainment after what happened on 4th of July. “I brought you a gift, actually--” dramatically striding across the restaurant floor, he shows off the rather huge gift bag. It is promptly shoved up to Lark. Inside the package are a few bottles of high-end olive oil and wine. “So, business is booming, huh? Do you even have time to sit and catch up?” Leo asks sheepishly with a radiant smile, fully aware that he is putting Lark in a spot.

@lance-a-lark​

[lucas-lowe]

DATE: February 2nd, 2021 TIME: 03:18 PM LOCATION: Western Cove

Luke lets out a yawn, his chin propped on the palm, staring out at the ocean. The fishing rod set next to him has not seen not even a nibble in an hour or two. His bucket is mostly empty save for two small fishes, even though he has been here for hours. His fishing spot, a lower part of the cliff only accessible from behind the tree line, is usually better than that. Maybe it’s just not a fishing day. Letting out a groan, he falls backward and stretches out on the rocky ground.

The afternoon sun is irritatingly radiant. The sound of crashing waves beneath the cliff feels as though it’s taunting him and his fishing skill. Some birds he does not know the name of occasionally flies by. Luke contemplates taking a nap here, exhausted after not sleeping much last night, but the prospect of seabirds shitting on his face is not desirable... Before he could decide what to do with the rest of the afternoon, his ears catch a familiar set of footsteps. Well, there are not many people who could find him down here. “Yo. It’s been a while.” He greets lazily at Lark coming down from the tree line. “If you’re here for the fishing practice, you’ve picked the wrong day. Today’s a total bust.” He taps the bucket next to him. “Or are you here for something else?”

@dreams-of-a-lark​