erzulie
cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
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After years of experience with the festival, Delphine knows better than to waste any time. Sure, it's nice to see tourists and witness the commencement speech, but that time could also be dedicated to baking sweets. Besides, the speech is the same every year.
While most other locals were resting the night before, Finnie found herself in the kitchen until the break of dawn. The bakery ran out of desserts on the first day last year, and had to close the shop early; she's determined to make sure that doesn't happen again. It's her favorite time of year, and it has to be perfect for everyone. Wiping some flour off of her face with the back of her hand, she takes a glance at the display cases and tables. They're decorated to match the first theme, and she smiles at her hard work.
A soft chuckle, followed by a familiar voice, comes from behind the young woman: "I think you've done enough". Turning around to find her grandfather, she smiles and nods. He walks towards the front window, flipping the sign over to let everyone know that the bakery is officially open.[/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]Mood: Excited | Mentions: N/A | Interactions: Open
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While most other locals were resting the night before, Finnie found herself in the kitchen until the break of dawn. The bakery ran out of desserts on the first day last year, and had to close the shop early; she's determined to make sure that doesn't happen again. It's her favorite time of year, and it has to be perfect for everyone. Wiping some flour off of her face with the back of her hand, she takes a glance at the display cases and tables. They're decorated to match the first theme, and she smiles at her hard work.
A soft chuckle, followed by a familiar voice, comes from behind the young woman: "I think you've done enough". Turning around to find her grandfather, she smiles and nods. He walks towards the front window, flipping the sign over to let everyone know that the bakery is officially open.[/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]Mood: Excited | Mentions: N/A | Interactions: Open
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erzulie
cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
Gabrielle Bellerose
Gabrielle had risen with the sun like many of the vendors and citizens for the festival. Sola was fast asleep in bed when Gabrielle had got up to get ready for the day. She had stayed over at Sola’s house yet again, together they’d talked about the festival and all of Sola’s theories, ranging from fairies to something fishy going on with the town’s mayor. If Gabrielle hadn’t stopped her they would have probably been up until now. As much as she loved to discuss such topics with new adopted sister, she needed her sleep. Gabrielle placed a kiss on her head and went off to get dressed. Seeing as the flower of the week was Daffodil she’d gotten a lovely yellow dress from one of the boutiques in town. It was perfect because of the color and because it would keep her cool.
Gabrielle checked in on Grand-mère Devereux before heading off. Usually she would enjoy a relaxing boat ride in the morning from Sola’s house to her own but she wanted to get to her shop as early as possible. Grabrielle crossed the bridge that went over the river. The ride from Sola’s house to the shop didn’t take as long as it would have been on foot. When she made it Gabrielle went into her shop and grabbed all the accessories that she had made for the festival. Her stand was right in front of her shop, it had been gifted to her buy her father when she had taken over. Gabrielle had spent ages making her accessories, from flowers crowns to bracelets, and earrings, she’d gone all out. There were others stored away for the rest of the week, each made from the chosen flower.
Gabrielle stood beside it, drawing tourists in with her charm and subtle flirting. It always worked well for her, a few words in her native tongue and some compliments thrown in had them swarming like bees to flowers.
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With how beautiful the town's scenery is, Isaac can't help but to sneak in a couple of shots. Of course, they're not all entirely perfect, but he's still satisfied with how they turn out. With the sun shining down on everything below, it provides the best lighting possible. He manages to catch some great action shots of the mayor, and some close-ups of the fountain and nearby flowers. Landscapes and nature are his favorite subjects, and this town is seemingly perfect for it.
Subconsciously wandering around for more inspiration, Chennie stops in his tracks when he spots a floral stand. The organization of the arrangements is almost as beautiful as the woman standing in front of them. "Excuse me," he speaks up, "Would you mind if I took some pictures? Not just of the stand, but maybe you could model for some shots? You don't have to, I'm just curious".
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ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪɴɢs & sᴏᴀʀ
emmeline soleil devereux
"La vie est une fleur dont l’amour est le miel"
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𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒. 𝒶𝒽𝒶𝒽𝒶. 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀.
GAVIN DORSEY.
I'D BE ALRIGHT . . .
IF I COULD JUST SEE YOU . . .
COME UP FOR AIR, COME UP FOR AIR . . .
A MIRACLE MILE, WHERE DOES IT LEAD TO?
MILES SCHROEDER.
I WISH ON SHOOTING STARS . . .
OR WERE THEY SATELLITES?
MAYBE THEY WERE TOO FAR, HEY-OH-NA-NA . . .
I MUST HAVE BLOWN APART A MILLION DANDELIONS
Gavin
Gavin didn't want to call himself an international babe, but that was just an unfortunate side effect of being him lately. He'd been in France for about a year, now. He'd been learning some Spanish on the side, because according to him -- "they're basically the same language, Schroeder." After realizing that Spanish and French were not 'basically the same', he gave up learning the language altogether and stuck to the company of English speakers.
All in all, Gavin had fully accepted the French lifestyle. Among his favorite shit French people did were the silent dances. There was something charming about renting some headphones from some guy wearing headphones and dancing late into the morning with more people wearing headphones. And nobody could complain that his music was too loud. Case in point, the buzz buzz buzz of a certain tragically mediocre best friend.
"Jesus Christ, Gear, turn it down. God, they're all looking at us," Miles groaned in the seat next to him, those baby blues of his peeking through dainty little women fingers. The two best friends had just passed the sign that welcomed outsiders to Fleurscent, population too damn small. But Gavin remained optimistic for Miles' sake. Because Paris was amazing, and when Miles told him they were leaving, he was skeptical at most.
"Lighten up, buttercup. Everybody loves Toto," Gavin dropped his head to the side, waggling his brows at Miles as he belted out the next line, "It's gonna take a lot to drag me awayyyyy from you!" Yeah, he put his back into that one, pounding his palms on the steering wheel and paying questionable attention to the road. There was no shortage of hostile looks from the locals around them. Gavin's car, which he bought from some guy wearing a trench coat in an alley, was old and spewing a cloud of exhaust at random intervals. The top was down on the shitty old convertible mustang, easily displaying the duo as Gavin tore around a corner into a parking spot.
Gavin knew he was giving Miles a heart attack, but he was gonna go ahead and assume the attack wouldn't be fatal and his best friend would 'get the fuck over it'. He stretched arms over his head almost immediately when he was out of the car, cocking a brow towards a group of people walking around in yellow sundresses, "Yellow's a popular color over here, innit?" Miles just stared, looking a little off-put by that comment. Anybody that had spent twenty minutes telling Gavin about the town's festival would look just as distressed after hearing that. "Did you listen to anything I said? No? Right. Course not."
Gav just smiled sheepishly, throwing his brows into something apologetic as he began to whisper quietly, "Gonna take some time to do the things we never had." He turned and began walking down the street, "hurry boy, she's waiting there for you." Miles flinched from behind when Gavin threw his arms up and start screeching the chorus. It was awful. It was Gavin Dorsey.
Gavin didn't want to call himself an international babe, but that was just an unfortunate side effect of being him lately. He'd been in France for about a year, now. He'd been learning some Spanish on the side, because according to him -- "they're basically the same language, Schroeder." After realizing that Spanish and French were not 'basically the same', he gave up learning the language altogether and stuck to the company of English speakers.
All in all, Gavin had fully accepted the French lifestyle. Among his favorite shit French people did were the silent dances. There was something charming about renting some headphones from some guy wearing headphones and dancing late into the morning with more people wearing headphones. And nobody could complain that his music was too loud. Case in point, the buzz buzz buzz of a certain tragically mediocre best friend.
"Jesus Christ, Gear, turn it down. God, they're all looking at us," Miles groaned in the seat next to him, those baby blues of his peeking through dainty little women fingers. The two best friends had just passed the sign that welcomed outsiders to Fleurscent, population too damn small. But Gavin remained optimistic for Miles' sake. Because Paris was amazing, and when Miles told him they were leaving, he was skeptical at most.
"Lighten up, buttercup. Everybody loves Toto," Gavin dropped his head to the side, waggling his brows at Miles as he belted out the next line, "It's gonna take a lot to drag me awayyyyy from you!" Yeah, he put his back into that one, pounding his palms on the steering wheel and paying questionable attention to the road. There was no shortage of hostile looks from the locals around them. Gavin's car, which he bought from some guy wearing a trench coat in an alley, was old and spewing a cloud of exhaust at random intervals. The top was down on the shitty old convertible mustang, easily displaying the duo as Gavin tore around a corner into a parking spot.
Gavin knew he was giving Miles a heart attack, but he was gonna go ahead and assume the attack wouldn't be fatal and his best friend would 'get the fuck over it'. He stretched arms over his head almost immediately when he was out of the car, cocking a brow towards a group of people walking around in yellow sundresses, "Yellow's a popular color over here, innit?" Miles just stared, looking a little off-put by that comment. Anybody that had spent twenty minutes telling Gavin about the town's festival would look just as distressed after hearing that. "Did you listen to anything I said? No? Right. Course not."
Gav just smiled sheepishly, throwing his brows into something apologetic as he began to whisper quietly, "Gonna take some time to do the things we never had." He turned and began walking down the street, "hurry boy, she's waiting there for you." Miles flinched from behind when Gavin threw his arms up and start screeching the chorus. It was awful. It was Gavin Dorsey.
Miles
Nine-tenths of the time, it felt like he was babysitting Gavin. The last tenth was when Miles wasn’t with Gavin. And at that point, anything the other man did was completely out of his control. But that last tenth was also the tenth that might have his best friend wrapped around a pole after drinking too much, so Miles tried to make it a point to avoid that tenth.
This meant that he had begrudgingly agreed to let Gavin come with him to complete his Masters Program in France. It meant he couldn’t leave Gavin in Paris when he told his friend that he’d be spending some time in this town to finish his final project and thus getting his masters in English. Funny enough, Miles had absolutely no idea what he was going to do with a degree in English. That’s primarily the reason he was getting his masters. School was easy.
Everybody did all the planning for you in a shitty system. And then it was just a matter of working soul-sucking job after job to pay rent. He was neck-deep in student loans, so that sort of gave him something to look forward to. Goals, you know? Without goals, Miles was teetering on the edge of a persistent breakdown. He was nothing like Gavin, who he doubted planned anything past ‘get drunk’ and ‘fuck shit up’.
Miles took one last look at the awful mustang convertible Gav left open and parked. Gavin liked to tell people he bought it from some sketchy alley guy in a trench coat. But really it came from a used car lot, and they bought it from a nice middle-aged man named Simon. The car looked like a giant zit in the beautiful town they were both corrupting with their combined presence. He was fairly certain ‘white trash’ like them didn’t belong in a town like this.
By the time Miles caught up to Gavin, his friend had already been distracted away from badly singing Toto’s, “Africa,” and was turning heads at every halfway fuckable person. As if on cue, Gavin spoke, “This place is nuts, dude. Look at these people. I know what I’m doin’—,” He paused as a handsome boy in a yellow dress shirt walked on by with black pants that hugged his ass. Gavin drooled, “And then what I’m doin’ next.”
“Don’t be gross,” Miles chuckled. You couldn’t take Gavin too seriously when he was sightseeing. The people were gorgeous, though. He was just as much a guy as Gavin was, so he couldn’t help but look at some of the girls, too. “Yo,” Gavin smacked Miles arm, nodding towards a bakery, “Cover me. I’m goin’ in.”
Gavin had been on the hunt for a decent cinnamon roll all day, but since Gavin was also the pickiest eater Miles had ever met, they’d turned down nearly every bakery they went into. The two of them entered the bakery, and Gavin immediately made his way to the counter, strategically lingering next to the beautiful local girl ordering. Miles decided to grab a seat next to a window while they were available.
Gavin grinned like a kid on Christmas after catching the tail end of the local girl's innocent comments, “Look no longer. I'll have you know I’m plenty sweet and have no issue keeping up the energy.” The boy wasn’t really looking at the girl he was probably offending. Instead, he perked up visibly and addressed the girl behind the counter, “Are your cinnamon rolls cream cheese or buttercream. That’s a frosting, right? Buttercream? Never mind, d’ya have cream cheese frosting on your cinnamon rolls?”
Nine-tenths of the time, it felt like he was babysitting Gavin. The last tenth was when Miles wasn’t with Gavin. And at that point, anything the other man did was completely out of his control. But that last tenth was also the tenth that might have his best friend wrapped around a pole after drinking too much, so Miles tried to make it a point to avoid that tenth.
This meant that he had begrudgingly agreed to let Gavin come with him to complete his Masters Program in France. It meant he couldn’t leave Gavin in Paris when he told his friend that he’d be spending some time in this town to finish his final project and thus getting his masters in English. Funny enough, Miles had absolutely no idea what he was going to do with a degree in English. That’s primarily the reason he was getting his masters. School was easy.
Everybody did all the planning for you in a shitty system. And then it was just a matter of working soul-sucking job after job to pay rent. He was neck-deep in student loans, so that sort of gave him something to look forward to. Goals, you know? Without goals, Miles was teetering on the edge of a persistent breakdown. He was nothing like Gavin, who he doubted planned anything past ‘get drunk’ and ‘fuck shit up’.
Miles took one last look at the awful mustang convertible Gav left open and parked. Gavin liked to tell people he bought it from some sketchy alley guy in a trench coat. But really it came from a used car lot, and they bought it from a nice middle-aged man named Simon. The car looked like a giant zit in the beautiful town they were both corrupting with their combined presence. He was fairly certain ‘white trash’ like them didn’t belong in a town like this.
By the time Miles caught up to Gavin, his friend had already been distracted away from badly singing Toto’s, “Africa,” and was turning heads at every halfway fuckable person. As if on cue, Gavin spoke, “This place is nuts, dude. Look at these people. I know what I’m doin’—,” He paused as a handsome boy in a yellow dress shirt walked on by with black pants that hugged his ass. Gavin drooled, “And then what I’m doin’ next.”
“Don’t be gross,” Miles chuckled. You couldn’t take Gavin too seriously when he was sightseeing. The people were gorgeous, though. He was just as much a guy as Gavin was, so he couldn’t help but look at some of the girls, too. “Yo,” Gavin smacked Miles arm, nodding towards a bakery, “Cover me. I’m goin’ in.”
Gavin had been on the hunt for a decent cinnamon roll all day, but since Gavin was also the pickiest eater Miles had ever met, they’d turned down nearly every bakery they went into. The two of them entered the bakery, and Gavin immediately made his way to the counter, strategically lingering next to the beautiful local girl ordering. Miles decided to grab a seat next to a window while they were available.
Gavin grinned like a kid on Christmas after catching the tail end of the local girl's innocent comments, “Look no longer. I'll have you know I’m plenty sweet and have no issue keeping up the energy.” The boy wasn’t really looking at the girl he was probably offending. Instead, he perked up visibly and addressed the girl behind the counter, “Are your cinnamon rolls cream cheese or buttercream. That’s a frosting, right? Buttercream? Never mind, d’ya have cream cheese frosting on your cinnamon rolls?”
erzulie
cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
Gabrielle Bellerose
Gabrielle was glad that she had decided to make as many accessories as she had or else she would have been sold out in a flash. Her family had made sure that she knew the consequences of not making enough of her merchandise. She waved goodbye to the couple walking away from her stand. The young men had brought two of her bracelets. Gabrielle couldn’t help but sigh in a dreamy manner, she loved love. Her little bubble was popped by someone talking to her. Gabrielle turned her head to look at the person standing in front of her. The young woman quirked a brow as she looked him over. He was handsome, for a brief moment her gaze traveled to luscious red lips. Seeing as it would be rude to stare and not answer his question she finally spoke up. “I don’t mind. How or where do you want me?” She crossed her arms over her chest. It wasn’t the first time a tourist had asked to take her picture or a picture of her display. Her answer would always depend on how she felt. There were times where she agreed to the photos and others were she didn’t. Gabrielle knew that there were times when people didn’t bother to ask before taking the picture at all.
For a moment she wondered if she should keep her hair in it’s messy bun or if it looked better done. But then again she had someone standing right in front of her, so why try to decide between two equally appealing decisions on her own? “Up or down?” She asked casually while gesturing to her hair.
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Smiling at her friend, Finnie reaches across the counter to quickly hug her. The two have their fair share of gardening days and tea time, and she somehow finds herself being dragged into mini adventures and dress up, as well. "Of course," the baker says, "there's always plenty of options for you. I made quite the selection of pastries, such as apricot, but I also made some sweets to match the theme for the week. Well, sort of—they're lemon flavored, but they're still yellow!"
Before Finnie can bring Sola some treats, a young man, most likely a tourist, interrupts their conversation. She's shocked by the sudden presence and loud burst of energy, that she takes a moment to process his question; it doesn't help that he's also quite attractive. It also crossed her mind that his question could be a possible innuendo, or just a simple and genuine question—she hoped for the latter.
"Well, they're frosted with cream cheese frosting that I make from scratch every night." Finnie brushes some hair behind her ear, glancing over to Sola for a silent apology before making her way to the cinnamon rolls. "Would you like to try some?
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Before Finnie can bring Sola some treats, a young man, most likely a tourist, interrupts their conversation. She's shocked by the sudden presence and loud burst of energy, that she takes a moment to process his question; it doesn't help that he's also quite attractive. It also crossed her mind that his question could be a possible innuendo, or just a simple and genuine question—she hoped for the latter.
"Well, they're frosted with cream cheese frosting that I make from scratch every night." Finnie brushes some hair behind her ear, glancing over to Sola for a silent apology before making her way to the cinnamon rolls. "Would you like to try some?
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Isaac smirks to himself for a moment, not missing the fact that the young woman had been briefly checking him out. Her first question sounds somewhat of an innuendo, and he wonders if she is flirting with him. Regardless, he tries his best to not overstep the line. More often than not, his subjects try too hard when it comes to posing—it can be borderline uncomfortable sometimes. Hoping to take some ease off the woman's shoulders, he offers a simple suggestion. "Do what makes you feel comfortable".
Readying his camera, he watches her through the lens as she asks yet another question; this time, it's about her hair. He smiles at her, slightly lowering his camera a bit. "I'm sure you'll look wonderful either way, so why not try both?" Bringing the camera back to it's former position, he shuffles around a bit to find the most flattering lighting and angles. With this current subject, practically anything works.
After what feels like only a few moments, Isaac captures some beautiful photos. There's roughly forty to fifty, and he considers when he'll have the time to edit and send them to her. He's about to ask for her contact information, when a soft voice comes from behind him. Turning around, he comes face-to-face with yet another beautiful young woman. She was neither more nor less beautiful than his subject, but beautiful in her own stunning way. He waits until she's finished speaking before telling her his first thought: "You have some of the most beautiful eyes". It's not necessarily an attempt at flirting, but simply an expression of his genuine belief.
Mood: Inspired / Location: Floral stand / Mentions:
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Stardust Galaxy
/ Interactions: Gabrielle, Aurelie / Outfit: C L I C K
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Isaac smirks to himself for a moment, not missing the fact that the young woman had been briefly checking him out. Her first question sounds somewhat of an innuendo, and he wonders if she is flirting with him. Regardless, he tries his best to not overstep the line. More often than not, his subjects try too hard when it comes to posing—it can be borderline uncomfortable sometimes. Hoping to take some ease off the woman's shoulders, he offers a simple suggestion. "Do what makes you feel comfortable".
Readying his camera, he watches her through the lens as she asks yet another question; this time, it's about her hair. He smiles at her, slightly lowering his camera a bit. "I'm sure you'll look wonderful either way, so why not try both?" Bringing the camera back to it's former position, he shuffles around a bit to find the most flattering lighting and angles. With this current subject, practically anything works.
After what feels like only a few moments, Isaac captures some beautiful photos. There's roughly forty to fifty, and he considers when he'll have the time to edit and send them to her. He's about to ask for her contact information, when a soft voice comes from behind him. Turning around, he comes face-to-face with yet another beautiful young woman. She was neither more nor less beautiful than his subject, but beautiful in her own stunning way. He waits until she's finished speaking before telling her his first thought: "You have some of the most beautiful eyes". It's not necessarily an attempt at flirting, but simply an expression of his genuine belief.
Mood: Inspired / Location: Floral stand / Mentions:
erzulie
Stardust Galaxy
/ Interactions: Gabrielle, Aurelie / Outfit: C L I C K
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erzulie
cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
Gabrielle Bellerose
Gabrielle was a tiny bit put out that her attempt at flirting had been missed or ignored. Oh well, the town was filled with all sorts of pretty people to flirt with. She followed the photographer’s direction however. Posing in ways that she was comfortable with. The first few had been with her hair up and then she let the locs down for the rest. Gabrielle would admit that she was enjoying herself. She liked to be admired like any other person. If only Sola had woken up with her, they could have had a shoot together. It would be like when they were little girls, and their families would have them pose for family pictures. They could never resist pulling a funny face or pose during. Many of the photos littered the walls of her home and room.
After her pictures were taking Gabrielle noticed Aurelie approaching the two of them. She smiled warmly at the dancer in order to show her that she was fine. She seemed a little troubled for some reason. Gabrielle looked her over, taking in her attire. She could guess what the problem was after a moment. Her suspicions were confirmed when the ballerina spoke again. “I’m more than happy to help. What kind of person would I be if I let our best ballerina go out with an incomplete costume. Give me one second.” She replied before heading into her shop.
After a bit she returned with a crown in her hands. Like the others it was made from Daffodils, yet that was not all that made up the crown. Little jewels and golden lace decorated the object, its appearance resembled that of a true queen. “I was going to save this, but it looks like it belongs on your head. It goes so well with your costume.” Gabrielle walked closer to Aurelie and placed the crown on her head, adjusting it until she deemed it perfect. “There, now your outfit is complete. You look beautiful. Like a princess”
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location: Gabrielle's stand
with: Gabrielle & Isaac
tags:
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RosateNena
outfit: Ballet Costume & Casual clothing
"I always knew that in another life I could fly, so in this life, I dance"
location: Gabrielle's stand
with: Gabrielle & Isaac
tags:
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RosateNena
outfit: Ballet Costume & Casual clothing
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𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒. 𝒶𝒽𝒶𝒽𝒶. 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀.
GAVIN DORSEY.
I'D BE ALRIGHT . . .
IF I COULD JUST SEE YOU . . .
COME UP FOR AIR, COME UP FOR AIR . . .
A MIRACLE MILE, WHERE DOES IT LEAD TO?
MILES SCHROEDER.
I WISH ON SHOOTING STARS . . .
OR WERE THEY SATELLITES?
MAYBE THEY WERE TOO FAR, HEY-OH-NA-NA . . .
I MUST HAVE BLOWN APART A MILLION DANDELIONS
Gavin
Because in Gavin's world, everything happened in Gavin's speed, he didn't, in fact, catch on to the fact that he had horribly cut the girl off next to him. His mind was focused on cinnamon rolls. When the boy was focused on something, it's like he couldn't get it out of his head until the craving or obsession was satisfied. That's why it had taken them so long to actually get to the town in the first place since Gavin had them pulling over at every bakery to take one bite of a roll, determine it wasn't what he was looking for, and throw it away. Flirting was second nature, an impulse of its own so he didn't even pay attention to the response he got.
Part of the problem was that nobody ever really corrected Gavin's misbehavior so he went on as oblivious as ever, delighted that the girl behind the counter was talking to him. And he was even more delighted to hear that she had cream cheese frosting which was immediately a step in the right direction. "Holy shit, you make them every night? That's nuts commitment, girl. Where I'm from, you're lucky if the food you get is refrigerated overnight," he grinned, picking up the subtle cues of interest from her. What? She was cute? The girl he'd interrupted was cute. Miles was cute. Everybody in this random town was cute, alright? "Just a roll with that frosting's fine. It'd be a sin to eat one without the other. Can ya heat it up for me, too?"
When he finished ordering, the girl next to him got his attention fairly easily. He was the kind of guy to always have an ear open for every side of the conversation. The man leaned against the counter lazily, his expression kind and, yes, energetic. "Naturally energetic, but I've had my mind just stuck on a cinnamon roll since yesterday? No luck, so far. I'm looking for the one," Gavin batted his lashes as he said that. He still had very little clue about this festival Miles had apparently been going on about. He was about to ask when the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen just came through the doors.
The guy holding the fox was pretty cute, too.
But holy shit, "Miles! Miles! Look, these weirdos have foxes!" He was grinning from head to toe, willing his friend to look over. He could see Miles' pained smile and nod from over in his inconspicuous loner corner. He turned on the guy who'd just up and delivered a fox to the girl next to him like that was something completely normal. And then, to top it all off, he just turned and started ordering food. For the first time in Gavin's life, he was lost for words........ for a few seconds. And then he was sidling up next to the stranger, back against the counter and head turned towards him, "Word around the street is that you're the guy to come to for strange and unusual pets. Got any aardwolves?" Those were naturally Gavin's favorite animals in the entire world.
Because in Gavin's world, everything happened in Gavin's speed, he didn't, in fact, catch on to the fact that he had horribly cut the girl off next to him. His mind was focused on cinnamon rolls. When the boy was focused on something, it's like he couldn't get it out of his head until the craving or obsession was satisfied. That's why it had taken them so long to actually get to the town in the first place since Gavin had them pulling over at every bakery to take one bite of a roll, determine it wasn't what he was looking for, and throw it away. Flirting was second nature, an impulse of its own so he didn't even pay attention to the response he got.
Part of the problem was that nobody ever really corrected Gavin's misbehavior so he went on as oblivious as ever, delighted that the girl behind the counter was talking to him. And he was even more delighted to hear that she had cream cheese frosting which was immediately a step in the right direction. "Holy shit, you make them every night? That's nuts commitment, girl. Where I'm from, you're lucky if the food you get is refrigerated overnight," he grinned, picking up the subtle cues of interest from her. What? She was cute? The girl he'd interrupted was cute. Miles was cute. Everybody in this random town was cute, alright? "Just a roll with that frosting's fine. It'd be a sin to eat one without the other. Can ya heat it up for me, too?"
When he finished ordering, the girl next to him got his attention fairly easily. He was the kind of guy to always have an ear open for every side of the conversation. The man leaned against the counter lazily, his expression kind and, yes, energetic. "Naturally energetic, but I've had my mind just stuck on a cinnamon roll since yesterday? No luck, so far. I'm looking for the one," Gavin batted his lashes as he said that. He still had very little clue about this festival Miles had apparently been going on about. He was about to ask when the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen just came through the doors.
The guy holding the fox was pretty cute, too.
But holy shit, "Miles! Miles! Look, these weirdos have foxes!" He was grinning from head to toe, willing his friend to look over. He could see Miles' pained smile and nod from over in his inconspicuous loner corner. He turned on the guy who'd just up and delivered a fox to the girl next to him like that was something completely normal. And then, to top it all off, he just turned and started ordering food. For the first time in Gavin's life, he was lost for words........ for a few seconds. And then he was sidling up next to the stranger, back against the counter and head turned towards him, "Word around the street is that you're the guy to come to for strange and unusual pets. Got any aardwolves?" Those were naturally Gavin's favorite animals in the entire world.
Miles
Naturally, Miles was watching Gavin interact with the locals in mild horror. If he had thought he'd be coming to the town with a nice reputation, he was wrong the second he agreed that Gav could come with them. He wasn't really hungry, and the thought of eating something from another bakery made him a little sick to his stomach. But he kind of wished he'd asked Gavin to bring him a coke or something. Miles forced hismelf to look away and watch out the window at the festival colors and activities.
He was startled enough to hear Gavin yelling his name from across the small building. Again, he fought embarrassment for both himself and everybody involved. But, huh. Would you look at that? There really was somebody walking in with a fox and it was alive. That was important to note because Gavin would display the same amount of enthusiasm if somebody walked in with a stuffed toy he thought was equally as cute. But nope. It was a real fox. The owner of the fox made Miles' whole world shift off its axis, she was so gorgeous. In fact, that's what made it strange because she seemed to be approaching his table.
Well shit, she was now here! At his table. Speaking to him. "Bonjour," Miles greeted back, lamely. He knew some basic French from his year spent here, but never enough to actually hold a conversation or not make a fool of himself. But he felt he could manage, 'bonjour'. Luckily, Miles wouldn't say that he was an absolute trainwreck when it came to pretty girls. I mean, he would say stupid things sometimes, but it would never be as bad as some of the things he heard Gavin say to girls. In this case, he chuckled a bit, looking embarrassed, "Uh, I'm fairly certain I should be the one apologizing for my friend over there. Sorry he cut you off in line. He's been looking for a cinnamon roll," Miles repeated, unaware that this girl would already know that.
He smiled at the allusion to Tod, "I'd have gone with Copper. Same idea, but a twist in the name." He nodded when she introduced herself and in a small nonchalant wave, Miles dipped his head, "Hola, me llamo Miles Schroeder. Like Schroedinger's cat but less existential." He was used to being in company that jumped topics quickly, so he looked unphased when she started asking him all about where he'd been and where he'd visited. As if to satisfy her curiosity, Miles pulled a leather-bound writer's journal out of his bag and tapped it, "I'm here to write a book. So I've been hoping to find a way to stay a little longer than the festival. I've been getting my Masters at the University of Paris. Next thing I know, my mentor is pointing me in this direction, and here I am. This place is crazy so far. In a good way. I just hope I can figure out what to write... soon." He paused for a second before studying her face, "Haven't you ever been to these places?"
Naturally, Miles was watching Gavin interact with the locals in mild horror. If he had thought he'd be coming to the town with a nice reputation, he was wrong the second he agreed that Gav could come with them. He wasn't really hungry, and the thought of eating something from another bakery made him a little sick to his stomach. But he kind of wished he'd asked Gavin to bring him a coke or something. Miles forced hismelf to look away and watch out the window at the festival colors and activities.
He was startled enough to hear Gavin yelling his name from across the small building. Again, he fought embarrassment for both himself and everybody involved. But, huh. Would you look at that? There really was somebody walking in with a fox and it was alive. That was important to note because Gavin would display the same amount of enthusiasm if somebody walked in with a stuffed toy he thought was equally as cute. But nope. It was a real fox. The owner of the fox made Miles' whole world shift off its axis, she was so gorgeous. In fact, that's what made it strange because she seemed to be approaching his table.
Well shit, she was now here! At his table. Speaking to him. "Bonjour," Miles greeted back, lamely. He knew some basic French from his year spent here, but never enough to actually hold a conversation or not make a fool of himself. But he felt he could manage, 'bonjour'. Luckily, Miles wouldn't say that he was an absolute trainwreck when it came to pretty girls. I mean, he would say stupid things sometimes, but it would never be as bad as some of the things he heard Gavin say to girls. In this case, he chuckled a bit, looking embarrassed, "Uh, I'm fairly certain I should be the one apologizing for my friend over there. Sorry he cut you off in line. He's been looking for a cinnamon roll," Miles repeated, unaware that this girl would already know that.
He smiled at the allusion to Tod, "I'd have gone with Copper. Same idea, but a twist in the name." He nodded when she introduced herself and in a small nonchalant wave, Miles dipped his head, "Hola, me llamo Miles Schroeder. Like Schroedinger's cat but less existential." He was used to being in company that jumped topics quickly, so he looked unphased when she started asking him all about where he'd been and where he'd visited. As if to satisfy her curiosity, Miles pulled a leather-bound writer's journal out of his bag and tapped it, "I'm here to write a book. So I've been hoping to find a way to stay a little longer than the festival. I've been getting my Masters at the University of Paris. Next thing I know, my mentor is pointing me in this direction, and here I am. This place is crazy so far. In a good way. I just hope I can figure out what to write... soon." He paused for a second before studying her face, "Haven't you ever been to these places?"
RosateNena
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Still shocked by the intense bursts of energy from the handsome tourist, Finnie began to wrap up his order. Luckily, the cinnamon rolls are always one of the last treats to be finished, meaning that they were still warm and the customer didn't have to wait long. Before packing up the sweet, she drew a little smiley face with a message about having a wonderful day on the front of the paper bag. Just as she's about to send him off with a polite 'thank you' and 'have a great day', she spots Hugo waltzing in with a fox. Again. Her composure almost drops, but she tries her best to maintain the soft smile.
Once Finnie has finished the tourist's order, she directs her attention to Hugo. Her brows immediately furrow, and she crosses her arms with a huff. "Hugo," she hisses under her breath, "I thought we talked about this". She gestures towards Sola and her beloved Ren, an obvious pout on her face. Of course, she can't possibly stay upset for long, and begins to put together Hugo's order without a word. So what if there just so happened to be an extra doughnut in the bag? Who cares that she wrote that it's 'free of charge' on the receipt? She sure showed him by writing 'have a mediocre day ):<' instead of 'have a wonderful day (:'.
Wrapping up Hugo's order and ringing him up, the baker immediately feels a little bad about her petty behavior. "How's business going? Think you'll have some time to enjoy the festival a little more this year?"[/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]Mood: Petty, guilty | Mentions:
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ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪɴɢs & sᴏᴀʀ
emmeline soleil devereux
"il etait une fois. . ."
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