maggie mccarthy

The Cat Says... || Maggie & Leo

Leo pulled Maggie so she was pressed up against him, with no way to run or hide, no way to escape, just the way he liked it. He liked it when they tried to get away, when they squirmed and begged and cried and… Oh, wait. That was when he was killing people. Wrong train of thought. No, in situations like this, he quite liked it when they were dominant, and showed him their mettle, what they liked, how far he could push before they’d push back. He quite liked it when they were like Rebecca. Ah, Rebecca. He’d need to talk to her again. But he also quite liked it when they were meek and shy and good, the sort of girl who always did missionary with the lights out, who never got to experience the joys of foreplay or having someone go down on her. In short, it was good when they were innocent, although he had far less experience with that.

Maggie pulled away, and it felt slow and unwilling. Leo smirked and wiped his mouth off on the back of his hand. She didn’t seem particularly eager to stop, and neither did he. But it was a good time to, as they said, check the waters for blood. Was that the phrase? Probably not, but Leo liked it all the same. He rubbed the side of her face, almost affectionately, with his thumb, and looked at her eyes, blown and shocked and happy. “Is this alright. You can tell me if you want me to stop.” Leo smiled, and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, so soft, so slender, so easy to snap like a twig. “Or we can keep going, if you like.”

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"No, no, I mean yes," Maggie gasped out, shivering at the feeling of Leo's lips on her neck as she let her head fall back against the wall. She hadn't even known she was sensitive there. She could feel her body arching into his hands, her breath hitching as heat started to pool low in her belly, "this is alright. This is more than just alright, I just--"

Even before her first time, Maggie had never thought about sleeping with anyone beside the man she would one day marry and only then to have children, but right now, she'd never wanted anyone more in her life than this man. But, even then, something was stopping her. She wanted this, she wanted him, but could she let herself do it? After all the time promising herself that she wasn't going to fall for someone who was just going to break her heart in the end, was she going to let this happen? Did she want this to happen? Did she want to take that chance?

God, yes.

Maggie bit her lip as she traced patterns on his chest with her fingertips, and although there was a small part of her that thought that maybe this wasn't a good idea, that maybe she should push Leo away, she hoped her face showed more confidence than she felt, "I want this, oh, God, I want this."

The Cat Says... || Maggie & Leo

Leo could only smirk when the girl gasped and looked surprised. Good Catholic girls probably never got pinned to the wall in a hallway just anyone could happen to wander down by a shirtless stranger. Oh, fun as it was to play with Jeff, turn him into a little baby sociopath and future serial killer of America, it was even more fun to corrupt this girl. He had always wanted to do this, to knock up a good little thing. Too bad she already had a brat, albeit a missing one. But then again, it meant she’d be a good mommy, willing to stay at home and raise a baby Fulton.

But he had to say, it was a shock when little, sweet Maggie pressed a quick kiss to his lips. Of course it would be as virginal a kiss as a kiss could be. Girl probably hadn’t ever kissed anyone except her husband, probably never kissed anyone properly, with tongue and teeth and biting and grabbing. Leo fully intended to change that, and now.

He smiled languidly at Maggie, and reached his hand up, to gently cup her jaw. Best to start out nice and slow and careful. Best not to scare her away straight off. His lips meant hers gently, pressed closed for a few seconds, and then parting. One of his hands trailed down from her face to her neck to her shoulders to back to hip. Leo pulled her in close, as close as he could get, angled his head to deepen the kiss. The hand not on her hip went to the wall, and he leaned over her as they kissed. Once Leo was sure Maggie wouldn’t bolt, once had grown use to her lips and was sure he had positioned himself in such a way that she couldn’t escape, he let the hand on her hip explore.

She gasped into the kiss, staring wide eyed at the man for a moment before her eyes slide closed and she allowed herself to be kissed. A hand found itself curled around his upper arm as the other found it's way into the hair at the back of his neck and she curled her fingers into the black strands. Although Maggie had know what would most likely happen when she kissed the man, there's still a part of her that was surprised that he kissed back while another part positively hummed with tense excitement at the sheer thought that this man was kissing her.

This man that she barely knew, that for all she knew could be dangerous, was kissing her up against a wall. In a hallway. And his hands were on her and it's almost too much for her, because this has never happened, never, because this doesn't just happen to girls like her. This happens to the pretty, picture-perfect girls that went on to be something in their lives, this didn't happen to girls like her and suddenly she couldn't breathe properly.

The hand in Leo's hair tightened and she turned her head away, gasping softly for breath, although, even to her surprise, she made no more to extricate herself from his hold; something she was almost convinced that she wouldn't have been able to do even if she had tried.That realization in and of itself should have frightened her, at the very least make her question her current position, but all it really did was make her heart beat faster in her chest. So, she turned her head back and kissed him again because what else was she going to do? Surely not stop.

#para #the cat says

Lady Luck is Decidedly Uncivilized [Hunter & Maggie]

Hunter laughed at Steggy’s antics, patting her affectionately on the side. “She is. She can be a bit of a ham, though.” He turned his attention back to Maggie, smiling and feeling a little less embarrassed from the incident. “Oh, have you seen it? Yeah, that’s mine, right next to the Regans. Thank you!” So she was a guest at the Regan Manor it seemed… he wondered what she wanted there, but it was inappropriate to ask. Hopefully if they kept talking, he’d be able to find out. She seemed like a pleasant person anyway, so he had a feeling he wouldn’t mind her company.

When she said yes to her offer of coffee, he beamed. Not only could he make up for nearly knocking her out, but he could also learn a little more about what was going on in the manor. He sort of wondered if she thought that, too: what if they were both just trying to glean information from eachother? There was nothing wrong with it though, he supposed; everyone had some sort of ulterior motive or other those days.

“Great! I know a good place just down the road from here. It’s got an outdoor section so Stegs can stay with us.” He started off in the right direction, trying to keep pace with the woman. “I don’t think I introduced myself, did I? I’m Hunter, Hunter Burns—like I said, I’m a neighbor of the Reagans’. What brings you to these parts?”

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Maggie chuckled softly as he gaze flickered between Hunter and the golden retriever at his heels. She was such a sweet thing, and for a moment Maggie wonders if the dog would have taken a liking to Tommy, he'd always loved dogs. He'd begged her for one all last summer, promised her that he'd take care of it. She'd finally caved and they'd planned to get one later that year, a black lab puppy from the shelter. They'd even gone through names, surprisingly Tommy chose Lily for a girl. Because it's your favorite flower, mommy, he'd said. How sad how fast plans fall through the cracks.

She shook herself out of her thoughts to return the man's smile. "That sounds lovely," she started, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear as she smiled at him. He seemed like a nice enough person, someone that she wouldn't have -didn't have- any trouble trusting and that worried her, just a bit. He didn't seem like someone she should be worried about but she was still a bit wary of anyone that got too close to her too fast, "I can't remember the last time I had fresh, not grocery store bought, coffee."

"And it's not a terribly good story, I'm afraid, why I'm here. I'm sure you've heard of the disappearances that people think are connected to the manor. I came here to look into them myself, it's all very fascinating and I've always been one for a mystery. And, well, I'm looking for someone..."

The Cat Says... || Maggie & Leo

God, she did have a nice ass. Leo leered at it, tugged at his jeans slightly so they rode even lower on his hips. He was sex on a stick and he knew it. No girl, especially not one as innocent, or seemingly innocent, as Maggie would be able to look away. He’d seen the way she had taken his naked chest in, had seen the look in her eyes. She might have been shy and innocent, but she sure did know how to take in a good view.

There were all sorts of shenanigans one could get up to in a laundry room, if porn was anything to be believed, which it was not. Leo was more tan willing to try some of them out. At the very least, he could always spill soap on his jeans, and then “have” to take them off. He was sure that alone would get this quiet little mouse to be a little more, well, engaging. It was always the quiet ones who were the most wild in bed, after all, and Leo couldn’t wait to find out what sort of tricks she had up her sleeve.

Maybe there was a way to find out a little bit faster. He was an impatient man, not the sort of flirt very much, so he decided to give it go. It was easy enough to fake tripping-the carpet was strangely folded up-and easier still to accidentally fall against Maggie, pinning her to the wall. “Sorry. I lost my balance.” Leo smiled down at her, and waited for her next move.

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Maggie let out a small surprised gasp as her back connected with the wall of the hallway, and she braced a hand on the wall behind her as the other instinctively shot out to grab the closest thing to steady herself with, she hadn't meant to grab Leo's arm.

"Oh, that's-- that's alright," She squeaked nervously, looking up at Leo with wide, startled eyes. There was barely a few inches between them, and for a moment, she contemplated pushing the man away, she'd never done well with someone in her personal space, it made her nervous, but she smiled and laughed breathlessly, dropping her hand from his arm. As strange and unexpected as the sudden close proximity was, it wasn't exactly uncomfortable, it even gave her a better reason to study the man's face, the color of his eyes.

She could kiss him, Maggie thought suddenly, stand up on the balls of her feet and curl her hand around the back of his neck and kiss him. She's not exactly sure where the thought came from but it's far from unpleasant. But it would be so, so wrong, they'd only just met, and you're not supposed to kiss strangers, and they were supposed to be finding the laundry room, weren't they?

She acted purely out of instinct, closing the distance between then and pressing her lips to his for a fraction of a second before pulling away again, immediately blushing crimson as she opened her mouth to no doubt apologize.

The Cat Says... || Maggie & Leo

Leo knew that normal women couldn’t tear their eyes off of him, and Maggie did not prove to be any exception. He smiled at her, like it was super casual, like he just randomly took his shirt off most days. Actually, ever since he had arrived at the manor, two women had spilled hot beverages on him, which was two more women than normal. Not that Leo was going to object. The first woman, Rebecca, the detective, she knew something was up, but Maggie didn’t. Or if she did, she was certainly a good actress, and was somehow keeping Leo from getting any sort of read on her.

Slowly, Leo stretched his arms over his head and yawned, body tense and long. Yep, Maggie was definitely looking, much as she tried to hide it. This one probably had some boyfriend or husband and God forbid that she cheat on her partner by hanging around a shirtless man. Leo wondered how far he could go with this shameless flirting. Although little and blonde and cheerful wasn’t exactly his thing, Leo was sure he could make an exception just this once, especially if she had a kid. One day, there would need to be another Lionel Simmons, another Leo Fulton, running around, and it would be best to have the brat with someone who’d be willing to raise the kid for him. Maggie was such a cute little housewife, and Leo was sure she’d have his kid, if he courted her enough.

But he smiled at her. “Yeah. I guess we should. How about you lead the way?” That was right. Nice, polite, and an excuse to check out her ass.

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Maggie's parents had always been the strict type when she was growing up - the Catholic parents that no one really liked because they stuffed their religion down everyone's throat - and from a young age they taught Maggie that there were certain things that you didn't do. There were certain ways you acted and though that were right and some that were wrong. That acting on lustful thoughts was a sin and that such things should be saved for one was married, maybe not even then.

Her parents had a list at one point, 3 pages long in very small font, taped to the refrigerator door, of the things that she wasn't allowed to do. Some were as simple as going out with friends on weekends, having boyfriends, huging boys that weren't related to her, mostly harmless things. There were other things as well, things that she couldn't quite remember because she had never thought about doing them. Although she was sure she never saw it on there, oogling at attractive shirtless men in strange houses was probably one of them.

"Alright, okay," Maggie replied cheerily, mentally going over the layout of the manor so at least she looked like she knew where they were going before giving him a smile and pointing towards the back of the house, "I think it was this way."

By the time she turned 20, there were few things on that list that Maggie hadn't done. What was one more, really?

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#ooc: i swear to god i will catch up on my paras tomorrow #no really #guise srsly #srsly guise #and i have 2 more days of exams and then i'm done with school! woo!

Lady Luck is Decidedly Uncivilized [Hunter & Maggie]

She certainly didn’t sound fine. Hunter peered at her anxiously but decided not to press the matter, not wanting to stress her out. He wondered if she was lying about the book to make him feel better—and about her state, too. She seemed like she was going to fall over!

He was distracted from his worried thoughts when she mentioned Steggy. The dog was certainly happy for the attention, wagging her tail and nuzzling the woman’s hand affectionately as if to confirm what a great time at the park she was having. Hunter laughed.

“Her name’s Steggy—well, Stegosaurus, if we’re being proper,” he said, patting his dog affectionately. “She’s a golden retriever. Raised her since she was a puppy.” That was true. He had a particular sort of attachment to the dog after carting her around the country with him, seeing the sights and smelling the smells. Though his housing, clothes, and furniture were always changing, Steggy was the one constant in his life. He was happy that she, in her older years, was still his dog.

Looking at the woman again, he studied her and tried to assess whether or not she was actually going to faint. To his chagrin, the results were inconclusive. “Sorry, I’m being rude. I haven’t introduced myself—I’m Hunter, Hunter Burns. I live beside the Regans. Why don’t we go get some ice and maybe a bit of coffee? I want to make it up to you for, you know, hitting you with a frisbee.” He laughed sheepishly. To be honest, he was interested in talking to this woman, though his introduction had been less than ideal. He hadn’t seen her around before, so she was probably one of many tourists who had arrived after Mr. Regan’s disappearance. If so, he might be able to find out a little more about what was going on… she certainly seemed like a more pleasant alternative to Darcy, who had as of now remained tight-lipped about the matter.

Of course, it was always nice to meet new people, too. Even if he had already managed to knock them in the head.

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Maggie nods and pets the dog’s head, laughing warmly at the retriever’s obvious love for attention. “Well, Steggy, you’re a real sweetheart,” she starts, meeting Hunter’s eyes and smiling cheerfully. “It’s nice to meet you Hunter, I’m Maggie McCarthy and that’s your house that I passed it on my way here? It’s beautiful.”

Maggie had spent a good deal of her time since she had arrived at Regan trying to find out more about the manor itself; it’s history and such, who had lived there, what happened in it’s the past, anything about it that could help her – both learn and to somehow lead to her to Tommy - but her search had come up miserably empty thus far. She had always had a soft spot for history, especially American history, even when she was much younger, it was all so fascinating to learn about times gone by. When she was fourteen, she would tell her parents that she was going to be a historian when she got older, the one in the museum of American History that knew everything there was to know.

And this man… If he lived next to them, did that mean that he could tell her more about the house, about the area ever? Would he even know? She really hoped so. At least, the guise of wanting to ask him more about Vanderbilt would justify her going somewhere with a man she had just met who had, admittedly, just hit her with a frisbee. Maggie never really learn how to judge a person based on a first impression, she always found they weren’t very accurate.

“Coffee… coffee actually sounds amazing right now.”

Lady Luck is Decidedly Uncivilized [Hunter & Maggie]

Well, she hadn’t fallen over yet. That was a good sign.

“Are you sure? I’m sorry!” he said when he reached her, his brows knit together with worry. Steggy bounded up next to him and barked playfully, as if expecting something good to happen. When nothing did, she grabbed the frisbee in his jaw and tried to create fun herself, pawing at the leg of Hunter’s jeans.

“Stegs—Steggy—Stegosaurus!” At the sound of her full name, Steggy stopped abruptly, sitting down and coming to attention.

“Thank you, Stegs. Here. Give me the frisbee.” Steggy was more than happy to oblige. Hunter took the frisbee and aimed it for the far side of the park, making sure there was nobody there to be hit with it, and threw it as far as he could. Steggy bolted after it, as all dogs are bound to do, leaving Hunter alone to apologize—for a minute or two, anyway.

“Sorry about that. Um, are you sure you’re okay?” He peered at her, as if he could assess her health from just a glance. She seemed alright, though perhaps a bit dazed. He tried to analyze her a bit, curious about this girl he’d never seen around before. Who was she? Probably another one of the visitors attracted by the local mystery, wanting to find answers to—to what? Everyone seemed to have their own motives for investigating the mansion. He felt bad for his nosiness, but couldn’t help himself. He’d always been the curious type, and now was no exception.

Noticing she’d dropped her book, he picked it up for her gingerly, dusting it off and trying vainly to de-crease a page that had gotten wrinkled in its scuffle with the sidewalk. Oh, that was just great. First he hit her in the head, then he messed up her book.

He almost rolled his eyes. It really was just one of those days.

“Here,” he continued finally, handing her the book. “I hope it’s not too dirty.” He heard Steggy panting behind him and looked over his shoulder, laughing a little. Steggy gave him the frisbee, looking at him expectantly, but Hunter didn’t throw it out of politeness to the woman in front of him.

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“Oh, no, no, it’s fine… I’m fine,” Maggie assured him with a wide-eyed smile, nodding maybe a bit more vigorously than she should have. It was a minor challenge to form words but once she did, she took pride in the fact that they came out coherent.

To be honest, she wasn’t really sure if fine was the correct word to describe how she felt in that moment, her head absolutely pounded, she dark spots danced on the edges of her vision, and she was sure she was going to have a bruise on her temple later on but should couldn’t bring herself to tell the man that. He was so genuinely worried, and she could tell by his face that he was having a bad enough day already. She really didn’t want him to worry about her, that didn’t seem fair to her. He didn’t even know her. “Really. I’m alright, nothing a bit of ice won’t fix.”

She takes the book from him with an appreciative nod, holding it to her chest and crossing her arms over it. It didn’t look like she was going to be finishing it any time soon anyway. “Thank you,” she says with a wiry smile, “I wasn’t very fond of it anyway to be honest.”

Maggie looked at him for a long moment, vision swimming slightly but it was easy enough to focus on his face. It’s was obvious that she didn’t know him. She had met very few people that were actually staying at the manor but over the years, she had gotten good at remembering faces and his she didn’t recognize. So, she rationalized, he was a native, someone that probably had lived there for most, if not all of, his life. Come to think of it, he looked like a young man she had seen in a picture in the manor, maybe he knew the Regans.

Before she can ask, her gaze is drawn away from the man and towards the dog at his heels. If she’d heard him right, her name was Stegosarus, he’d named his dog after a dinosaur. Maggie looks down at the dog with a broad grin, reaching out a hand towards her, “Hello there, lovely,” she coos, “are you having a good time at the park?”

The Cat Says... || Maggie & Leo

It was almost cute, how Maggie was rambling. Annoying, but cute. Still, if she went on for much longer, it would make Leo angry, and he sort of tended to kill people who made him angry, and he had no intentions of killing her. Not yet, at least. Not until she served a purpose. The fun part, as always, would be the hunt, would be talking her into what Leo wanted. Maggie was a hard book to read. She was so nervous, so giggly, that at first, Leo thought she’d be easy to seduce, but he remembered overhearing something about her missing son. Dammit. Knowing his luck, she probably had some sort of adorable, apple pie husband at home, and Leo wasn’t in the mood to track anyone down just yet. Far too messy. He did, however, have a rather brilliant idea.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. Coffee’s easy enough to wash out and if it doesn’t come out, this is an old shirt. I’ve been looking for an excuse to get rid of it.” With a smile, Leo pulled his shirt over his head. He might not have been a professional body builder, but he could make the ladies swoon most days, and today, he was trying harder than ever. Casually, like this whole thing wasn’t planned, he jammed the shirt into the waistband of his jeans and looked around. “But I think we should go look for a washing machine, don’t you?”

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She blinks once. Twice. A third time because obviously the first two times weren’t enough to convey the complete shock that Maggie suddenly feels. She’s almost completely sure she knows what her face looks like and honestly she’s never going to get anyone to take her seriously because she probably looks like a love struck school girl. Which was just great. She didn’t need to get weak-kneed over some man that she just met. Some man that she just met that just took off his shirt like it was the most normal thing to do in the world.

She mentally kicks herself. He was good-looking, yes, no one could deny that but she had promised. After Rob left her and Tommy all those years ago, she promised herself that she would never fall for anyone ever again, that Tommy would be the only man in her life for a long time, no matter how attractive they looked with their shirt off.

“I’m sure there’s one around,” she replies after a moment, after she’s sure she can completely be sure that her voice won’t come out as a line of incoherent syllables, and she gives him a small smile. She purposely keeps her eyes firmly locked on his own even though she had to crane her neck back slightly to keep it there, “let’s go look.”

The Cat Says... || Maggie & Leo

Leo had always found the rain soothing, with its rhythmic pounding, how it made everything dark and sad and lonely, and once it was over, everything was clean again. Other people didn’t care much for the rain, but Leo didn’t care much for what other people thought. Still, it would rouse suspicions if he was seen lurking around the grounds in the pouring rain, like some sort of unworldly creature, so he settled to lurk around the manor instead. There were still many nooks and passages he wanted to explore. Mariah had come out of the wall, quite literally, when he had killed her, and he longed to know how she’d gotten there.

There was a small, raised section of wallpaper next to one of the bathrooms. He looked around, making sure nobody was around, and pressed against the raised section as hard as he could. Much to his joy, the wall slid open. The passage way was tight, tight enough that Leo had to crouch to fit in, and even so, his head brushed the top. Still, it was fascinating, more exciting than anything Leo had seen yet. These passage ways, they could come in useful one day, one day very soon. Leo made sure the wall shut behind him before he stumbled along in the dark. A flashlight, or perhaps a candle, if he wanted more vintage feel, would be needed for future exploring.

After stumbling around in the dark for what felt like hours, but couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes, Leo managed to find an exit, and stumbled into another, thankfully empty, hallway. In the future, he’d need to come up with a way to see if anyone was around. It would be unfortunate if he stumbled across some innocent and had to dispose of them. Leo looked around. He was by the library. Excellent. If anyone stumbled across him in the library, they wouldn’t suspect anything. Everyone seemed to hang around in the library. Leo quickly checked his hair in a window. No spider webs. Good.

It was a shock, when the young woman barreled into him, but it was far but an unpleasant one. “Oh, it’s not your fault. I should have looked where I was going.” As he steadied her, Leo realized who the woman was. Maggie, or Mary, or Maddie, something like that, the young mother looking for her little boy. They’d spoken once or twice before, noting memorable, other than how cute she was. Leo smiled wider. “Not your fault at all, ma’am. I’m Leo Fulton. I don’t think I caught your name.”

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Maggie looks up the second she realizes that she recognizes who she bumped into. She remembered him from her first few days at the Manor, they'd exchanged words once or twice in the hallway but never enough that she had caught him name. Leo, the name seemed fitting somehow, it seemed to suit him. He was a quiet fellow and from what she had seen, he didn't say much, but he had the most intense eyes that she had ever seen. It was almost a cliche but she felt like she could get stuck in those eyes.

"Still, I'm so sorry, gosh, I almost spilled coffee down your shirt!" She exclaimed softly, looking up at him as she spoke, meeting his gaze, "That would have been horrible and it would have been my fault and then your shirt would have been ruined, and that would have been so embarrassing and I would have made such a bad impression and every time you saw me, you would remember I was the person that ruined your shirt. It's a very nice shirt, too, and I would have felt so bad! I should, um, I should stop talking now..."

She trails off with an embarrassed soft of giggle, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "I'm Maggie McCarthy, but, please, call me Maggie. Everyone does," she says, "It's nice to meet you, Leo. I'm sorry your shirt was almost the victim of my clumsiness."

The Cat Says... || Maggie & Leo

Sighing, Maggie watches as the rain fell outside, a soft drizzle that quickly turned into a hard pounding storm. She had always liked rainy days, there was always something so calming about them. They were also decidedly the best for staying inside, for curling up near a fireplace with a mug of tea and listening to the sounds the rain made on the roof of the house, the patterns it created on the windows. She remembers when she was little, she would pretend the droplets were racing each other down the window and she would cheer one on when it looked like it was going to win.

She sits curled up with her knees pulled to her chest in a chair in the sitting room, a forgotten cup of coffee sat on the side table, sitting on a book equally as abandoned. It had started as a deceivingly nice day, the sun had actually been shining when she woken up but it had slowly turned overcast by the time noon came around. The sky is nearing back now, she notes somewhat sadly, the rain heavy and she thinks maybe she can hear thunder rolling in the distance.

It's a pity really, she thinks as she wraps a hand around the mug of lukewarm coffee, she had wanted to walk the grounds, go look around that garden that she had seen when she first arrived. The flowers had been lovely.

She walks towards the door slowly, casting a final glance out the window at the less than ideal weather. Before she can look forwards again she finds herself colliding with something solid and large and human and she stumbles backwards, letting out a string of apologies as she desperately tries to save her coffee mug from spilling all over the floor.

"Oh gosh," she says, blushing crimson, "oh gosh, I am so clumsy, I'm so sorry--!"

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Lady Luck is Decidedly Uncivilized [Hunter & Maggie]

Every so often in one’s life comes a day when absolutely nothing goes right. On days like these, one wakes up on the wrong side of the bed, stubs one’s toe, has trouble starting one’s car, loses important pieces of mail, burns whatever food one cooks, and trips over every possible thing even remotely in one’s vicinity.

For Hunter, today was one of those days.

Having done all of the above in quick succession, Hunter was now in relatively foul spirits as he scraped the remains of what had been shaping up to be a good grilled cheese sandwich into the trash. He thought briefly about making another one, but by now he’d thoroughly caught on to the sort of day today was and wasn’t keen to lose any more razor sharp cheddar to the deadly clutches of the trash can. Giving up cooking—another one of those things he was okay at, but only just—he grabbed a golden delicious apple and ate that instead.

“Hey, Steggy, we’re going for a walk,” he called when he was done, waiting for the telltale bark of the golden retriever. Steggy, or Stegosaurus, was a remnant of his dinosaur-obsessed days, which came later in his life than it did for many other kids, mostly because he was completely determined to be an archaeologist and that was a more adultish concept than was typical.

Steggy emerged from the living room looking chipper, his tail wagging and his eyes bright. Hunter sighed a little. Everything seemed to be having a better day than him! He didn’t dwell on it, though, instead picking up Steggy’s leash and a frisbee and heading outside, hitting his calf against the island on his way out. The cheeriness the world seemed to exhibit at his misfortune grew no less in the great outdoors, for the birds were chirping mockingly in the trees, as if they were flaunting their superior day. Hunter frowned.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked the sky plaintively, looking up.

The clouds had no comment on the matter.

Shaking his head, he leashed Steggy and headed for the park a few blocks away, trying to enjoy the beauty of the day. He really wasn’t that bad off, when he thought about it objectively, but all the little things piling up had made his nerves a bit frayed and he couldn’t help but be annoyed. Steggy seemed determined to change this, though, lingering next to him and nuzzling his hand, which admittedly made him smile a little.

He waited until they were at the park to acknowledge Steggy’s nose, petting him until he rolled over onto his back and exposed his fluffy underbelly. Hunter laughed. Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.

“Alright, Stegs, are you ready to play?” Steggy most certainly was. “Good. Go get it, boy!” He threw the frisbee with all of his might, watching as it spun into the distance. Slowly his brief look of joy transformed into one of terror. He hadn’t noticed the sidewalk in the distance and, furthermore, the person walking on said sidewalk. The frisbee was headed right for them. He could only look on as he saw it thunk against their head, his mouth hanging open at the improbability of it all.

It really was just one of those days.

“Hey! Hey, are you alright?” he called to the unfortunate bystander, jogging over to them. Could people get concussions from frisbees? He hoped not.