#thread: connor

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@thetorturedmusesdept

Adam walked to his desk, sitting in front of Connor and smiling, sitting the bag of food down. "I know I'm late, so I decided since I was already late, I'd get us breakfast as an apology." He opened it, handing Connor his food as well.

[kashmalouf]

Closed starter for @connoroverthehill Setting: All4Pets, veterinary exam rooms

It felt more than a little odd to be in a veterinary exam room when Kashir knew nothing was actually wrong with his cat. He watched as his Siamese cat, Tiramisu, sniffed and padded around the small room they were shut in exploring her new surroundings with a cautious curiosity. The appointment was only meant to establish care and provide a general checkup now that he was in a new town, but being in the office was a sobering reminder that time with animal companions was always finite. Most things, most good things, were finite.

The door opened to the left of where Kash sat at on a bench waiting for the vet to come in, and he automatically shifted a leg to block the cat from bolting. When he was sure she would not make some great escape, he turned to look at the man who had just entered the room. They didn’t look like a vet, but then again maybe that was just how things worked in the smaller town. The silence in the room, save Tiramisu’s soft meow from her hiding spot in the sink as she trained her semi-crossed eyes on the new arrival, felt awkward to Kash. 

“Should I put her on the table--or?” He didn’t know exactly what to say, usually the vet offered some sort of greeting while walking in the door from his experience, but this man--Connor, according to his nametag--didn’t even seem to think they’d be in the room.  

[seneca-rolfe]

((Closed starter for @connoroverthehill))

The fact that Seneca was awake as early as she was straddled the line between agitating the woman and a sheer miracle. She wasn’t certain if it was the radiance of the sun or the fact that she lived with a perpetual hangover that made the light of early day feel like it cut straight through her, but her perpetually squinting expression as she made her way toward the hardware store had easily brought on a headache in the first three or four minutes of her walk. 

Her slim hand dropped from shielding her eyes to the assaulting brightness of the clear day to pat on the pocket of her worn out jeans checking that the loose change she brought with her was still in her front pocket. It felt a special flavor of pathetic that she was only on the way back to the store to buy the last few washers and bolts she needed to work on a set prop because she’d found enough spare change in the booths and lounge chairs at work or shining up at her from the sidewalk to afford the incredibly cheap materials. Maybe next time she would just steal the items—or a literal, single dollar from the bartender’s tips--that seemed like the easier option.

Seneca had made it to the park, which was well over halfway to where she was going, but every bone in her body told her the better idea was to just go home and wash a pill down with whatever mini sized liquor body she could find first and call it a day until she went to work. The increasing throbbing in her head made it difficult enough to maintain the motivation to put one foot in front of the other as she traversed the sidewalk, but somehow, she stuck with her resolve. She did not, however, recognize the small dog playing in the adjacent grassy area with what could be assumed to be its owner. 

A green-yellow tennis ball rolled just before her, and before it could be to concerning that she’d step on the ball and suffer a fall, her footfall met with the side of the dog. The animal let out a little huff of indignity but was altogether fine. She’d been walking slowly, the force of the contact she made with the animal barely anything more than a nudge. But the woman seemed suddenly roused from somewhere deep in her mind as she looked around a bit with a sense of confusion before looking at the dog just below her. It took her a moment to figure out why it didn’t look quite right—it only had three legs. 

“Just kicked a three-legged dog?” she mumbled, shifting her weight from one hip to the other. “That probably seals the will I/won’t I go to hell debate.” She rubbed her cheek for a second before looking around to try to make sure no one had seen, but with Connor’s proximity it was obvious her collision with the dog had not gone unnoticed.

[calionexone]

“Woah- sorry, I’m... very sweaty so that’s- really not good for you.” He apologized, his chest colliding with someone as he hadn’t been watching where he was going. “I’m really sorry- do you want me to get you something to make up for this? Coffee? Iced tea? A towel?”

[suttoncampbell]

       “Thank you so much for reviewing this for me,” Sutton said gratefully as she watched Connor read her paper. This was her first paper up for peer review, and she didn’t want to miss an opportunity to get published as a result of her poor writing. “Also, please don’t judge me on my awkward syntax. I’m a marine biologist for a reason,” she joked with a laugh. 

( @conncrwoods )

[bcrrycakes]

CLOSED STARTER for @sealedfcte PLOT:will you help me lift this? from this post MUSE: connor bailey, 32, he/him, sound engineer, jordi webber

THIS WAS ALL HIS OWN FAULT. he knew he never should have taken that vacation. whatever tech they had filling in while he was back home in kaikōura had messed up his whole system. nothing was where it was supposed to be. connor was so caught up in his own annoyance and fussing over getting everything back into place, he didn't even look up to see who had come in through the door. "will you help me lift this?"

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@rainbowmuses​

Danny was a little wary of too many crowds. So to get around, he was using his powers to walk through whatever he could. He had stopped concentrating when his eye caught something interesting. He gasped when he was suddenly colliding into someone. “Oh crap! I’m so sorry.” 

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@rainbowmuses

It was really windy as Kieran was walking home. He hadn’t expected his hood to fall off, showing his pointy ears. He gasped and made eye contact with someone. He quickly pulled his hoodie back on. “I’ve been caught.”