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Maybe you did die. Maybe we’re all dead and this is the afterlife.
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if there was anyone else who knew devastation and the looming thought of whether or not he should cancel the plans that he had with others because of that devastation , it was junior . of course , his situation and life experience was so vastly different to alma’s , but even despite that , and despite how put together he forced himself to present to others , he was a good shoulder to cry on as he understood how terrible life could be at times . he had no idea that alma was dealing with such an enormously difficult blow , or that she was thinking that she might have been better off cancelling their plans , but had junior known , he would have done everything that he could to help her through her hard emotions - and he would have been glad if he could have gotten himself by her side , believing that things were easier to go through when with others and their support , not that he had the most experience with having support or anyone on his side when going through something .
he arrived at alma’s not expecting what he would come to find . he was a little tired from working late the night before , but other than that , he was in good spirits - particularly as this outing was the first he would be able to wear his new baby pink button up shirt ( a small win ) . he waited at the door , not thinking of much at all , but the second he was let inside , he knew that something was wrong . his entire demeanour changed ; he was concerned , curious , and completely focused on his friend . he wanted to get to the bottom of what was happening , and more importantly , he wanted to be able to help them . “ hey , ” his voice was quiet and full of concern . “ i’m here , yeah , whatever you need . ” he didn’t feel like he could do much to help yet , not knowing exactly what plagued his friend , but he immediately wanted to reassure them that he was there - no matter what . “ hey , ” he said again as they stepped towards him , speaking even more softly than the first time . “ don’t say sorry , you’ve nothing to say it for , ” junior immediately wrapped his arms around alma , one hand going to the back of her head while the other began to rub soothing circles on their back . “ i’ve got you , i’m here . i’ve got all the time in the world and right now it’s yours . ” he wanted to ask them what happened , what the matter was , but he was afraid of rushing them into an explanation ; for now , he settled with holding them tightly , and making sure that they knew he wouldn’t leave until they were feeling better .
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“no, no i am sorry, i’m going to ruin this really cute shirt,” they mumbled as they looked at it and laughed softly. “it looks really good on you,” they added, though it had felt nice to be held. especially by someone who they knew truly cared about them. in a lot of ways junior was the brother her own brother had never been. maybe in the early years when all he had to do was worry about school and sports. But even then they had always felt worlds apart, the only thing in common between them being their parents and that had only been a point of tension. “thank, you, really, i’ve..honestly i’ve been wanting to talk to you about it for a while but i just,” they paused and went to go get some tissues, blowing their nose a few times before finally pulling junior to settle with them on the couch. “i’ve just been going through a lot. barely sleeping, my mom and i got into a big fight last night because she’s just so...god she’s so terrible to me sometimes and she’s upset because i’m,” alma paused again and took a deep breath, knowing they could never go backwards from this moment
“she’s mad at me because i still have a relationship with my dad. i don’t know if you’ve ever noticed but i never talk about him. sometimes people assume he’s dead and i just let them. it’s easier then explaining that your dad is in prison. even if i explain how he didn’t do anything wrong, how he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, trying to make a living...he’s been gone for so long and recently he was supposed to go to the parole board but they put it off. he was so excited and so was i, the idea that he could finally come home? god that would be,” the idea got them choked up all over again before they sighed. “my mom gave up a long time ago. moved on even though they aren’t legally divorced. she got so mad at me about it the other day, just me being bummed, told me she told me so, i got upset and well it spiraled from there...” alma cleared their throat and blew their nose again before continuing. “i got see him every saturday. i take the bus. sometimes i’ll be on that bus for hours just to get there and find out they’re not allowing him visitors or he got beat up by some other guys and ended up in solitary. it’s just...fucking terrible. and he’s the best dad, junior, i swear. he’s a good man, kind and smart and he loves me. loves us even if my mom and brother have given up. i haven’t, i won’t give up on him, you know? but living here, being alone so much, it’s just...it’s got me all fucked up. i feel all fucked up. i didn’t show up for any of my shifts this week, i’m sure i’ve already lost at least one of the jobs by now.”
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"it's not that, it's just i don't know if i feel like talking about it. it might just make me more exhausted," alma admitted the more briar encouraged them. "my family, namely my mom is just...really stressing me out right now and i'm finding it hard to have my shit together." it was mostly the truth minus the part about her father but alma didn't want to get into that now, she didn't think she could without falling apart. and they wanted to get at least through one shift today without feeling like a total piece of shit. "i bet people are the fucking worst," they lamented, pushing their hands through their hair before dragging it over their face. "okay, are your pep talks as good as your listening because i think i need that more than anything right now."
• open starter ; ft. briar sun. • location ; up to player. • @shrikestart ‣ beta editor.
“ whatever it is that’s plaguing you, i promise i can handle it, ” briar told them sympathetically between sips of sweet iced coffee that she’d gotten from double shot. she was prying, prodding, even. but she did genuinely want to hear what was bothering them. what esle was she supposed to do with her spare time in a town rampant with serial killers ? safety in numbers or whatever, she thought to herself. “ at come what may you have to have thick skin to make it out of a single shift. you’d be surprised at how many people think the store is an open invitation to be a total fucking creepozoid. ”
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"hey you, i was kind of hoping i'd run into you here." alma's smile was easy, probably the easiest it had been in weeks as they spotted momoko in the aisles of a new chapter. they were wandering really, looking for more things to keep distracted with as they passed the time until their night time shift. but the sight of momo had brought them a kind of excitement they hadn't felt in a little while. "i feel like i haven't seen you in forever, is it okay if i bother you for a bit? i'll happily carry your books," they told her with a sweet smile and held out their arms for them. "find anything good?" @horrorbxby
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For about an hour before Junior arrived, Alma had gone back and forth on cancelling and telling him to come over another day. They were just going to hang out, cook, watch a movie but Alma was..a mess. A few weeks ago, during her visit with her father, he had let her know that he was finally going to get the chance to go to the parole board. Finally, a glimmer of hope. But then yesterday, she had gotten a call from him telling her that his lawyers had over anticipated and he’d have to wait at least five more months before the chance presented itself. She felt devastated and to add salt to the wound her mother had spent all night saying ‘i told you so’ and it had caused a fight that ended with Alma in a screaming match with their mother.
Now, the house was empty, their mother at work but their head was pounding, their eyes were puffy and they just felt like shit. But still, they didn’t want to be alone and so when they heard the doorbell, they had just finished washing their face for the millionth time and opened the door to Junior in search of comfort. “Hey, come in,” they told him, ducking their head a bit so he wouldn’t look so hard. “I um, I had a rough night,” the admitted, leading him further into the house and towards the kitchen so she could get them something to drink. “I was actually gonna ask you not to come over but I kind of really need a friend right now,” they admitted, the words alone enough to make tears come to their eyes and they sniffled for a moment before eventually just walking towards Junior and hugging him so he could hug them back. “Sorry, I just really need this right now.” @urdamage
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“only consider it if you want to. either way, you still have an open invitation to get some more free lessons and to have some jam sessions with me, that won’t stop no matter what happens.” xena hoped that it was needless to say, the fact that their friendship would remain strong whether or not alma decided to give the idea of a band a shot. it was a big commitment, so definitely not something xena would force on a person. “i’ll always be impressed by the art you make. i just think it’s so cool that you’re talented enough to make something and generous enough to gift things to all of your friends. it’s super cool. i mean, i could write songs for people i guess, but it’s not really the same, and it’s actually kinda awkward to present a song to a person.” she laughed.
“no, no need to apologise. i appreciate the realness.” she reassured alma before she continued to listen to her. xena was running out of patience when it came to being told that things will go back to how they used to be, or that things would be okay again in the future, so to have alma’s reassurance come in the form of a comforting understanding and truth, it was a breath of fresh air. “thanks, i really appreciate you saying all that. and i guess you’re right, as hard as it all is.” xena took a deep breath. “sorry, to dump all of that onto you. i appreciate you listening, and actually taking the time to give me real thoughts rather than some generic nicety- not that i don’t understand that it can be hard to talk to someone who’s been through something. sometimes it all just builds up, you know? and if i don’t let at least some of it out it feels like i’m going to explode.”
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xena’s sincerity was enough to make alma blush. it was nice to feel wanted in any capacity but definitely in one that meant wanting to be in their company more often. at least that was how alma saw it as much as it was a belief in their talents. “okay, i will definitely give it thought!” they pressed their hands to their cheeks for a moment. “you’re gonna keep making me blush but for the record i would be very happy if you ever presented me with a song that you wrote about me. i mean is there anything more swoon worthy? i think not.” and that was probably an understatement. if xena had ever presented them with a song they’d probably be beaming so hard they would actually turn into the sun.
“you didn’t dump anything on me, that’s what friends are for. to help through the shitty parts too, you know? i’d much rather listen to you than watch you explode anyway. i don’t think i’d recover from that,” they added with a wink before leaning over to press a light kiss to xena’s cheek. “like i said, if i’m always here to listen and if you ever want to have a distraction i’ll just tell you all the stories from my jobs across the day and that should be enough. might also put you to sleep too but a nap never really hurt anyone, right? i mean i guess it could...” alma trailed off as they got caught up in their own words and thoughts and laughed. “sorry, anyway, i’m glad you told me. i really care about you, you know? always will. you can count on that.”
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“exactly!” sonnet bounces up onto the balls of her feet with excitement as she speaks so enthusiastically. “you have all of the control, but it’s such a freeing process, no rules or restrictions, nothing dictating what you should or shouldn’t do with this control and power.” that is, nothing outside of the morals and values that she has in her everyday life that would prevent her from taking her art and her creativity and any other form of handy work in a direction that would be considered bad to her, for example, if it were to harm anyone. she doesn’t go ahead to say that, however, as she believes it’s implied. “let’s just say that we both have beautiful names.” she smiles, and she loves alma’s kindness. “in the stars!” her enthusiasm comes back as she believes alma’s way of speech to be endearing. “i’m not super busy! i don’t have my own stall today, i’m just bouncing from one person’s to another. i have a lot of family working, a lot of the commune are around, and while i love to help where it’s needed it’s not often needed.” her explanation comes with happy laughter. “and all of that is to say that i would love to sit with you, of course. thank you very much for the offer.”
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alma’s eyes widened when sonnet mentioned the commune if only because alma was legitimately jealous. it sounded like a dream to be around so many people, to live in community like that and if sonnet’s family was anything like sonnet then alma was sure they were all as lovely. “that must be really nice, having so many people. it sounds so...full,” they admitted, their life an exact opposite of that in so many ways. it hadn’t always been that way, when her father was around and able to walk around on his own free will. maybe alma romanticized it but the way she remembered, life was just...better than. more full. now it felt as empty as was possible, even with as often as she visited her father. “of course, sit, sit,” alma told her and pulled up the seat before taking her own to look back out at the market. “do you usually help out every weekend? what kinds of things do you like to do for fun? i ask as if i’m always out having fun and am not always working,” they joked. it wasn’t the total truth but it was part of it. they had three jobs and none of them really allowed time for a lot of vacation or personal time. which wasn’t terrible considering how often alma liked to be distracted.
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they laughed at alma’s teasing words. “in a roundabout way, yes, i think that’s what i’m saying.” they smiled. veronica was an intense person who was often told that she came on far too strong; she believed her and alma to be friends, but she tried her hand at humour to disguise the eagerness in case it would only lead her to drive someone else away. “they don’t call me the employee of the month here for nothing!” veronica boasted after hearing that she had lifted alma’s spirits. “they actually don’t call me the employee of the month at all, but all i’m really saying is that i’m good at my job.” she was really only referencing the part of the job that was a stereotype in movies and television, however, the bartender that was only there to wipe down the same beer glass the entire time while they gave the customer some heart to heart and decent advice. “mm, you’re right actually. i never used to be able to do boring, but in recent months, i’ve really began to appreciate boring,” she admitted. “a peaceful day with my friend alma, count me in.” they were sure to exaggerate the use of the word friend in a joking manner, even though they really did consider alma a friend, and thought that alma would easily be able to figure as such. “i also do know what you mean. but i think we could find a peaceful corner somewhere, even in shrike heights.”
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“well they should call you the employee of the month, i’ll write a very strong worded letter in support of you.” it was easy to talk to veronica, at least alma thought so and not just because she was behind the bar. but because her energy had welcomed alma in and alma was all too eager to have a friend. even with the ones they had, they couldn’t shake the loneliness that crept up in them daily. moments like these, it was easy to help that settle and just enjoy a moment with someone who truly considered them a friend. “ah look at you, you said friend and you didn’t even choke on your words, don’t you feel proud of yourself? i’m proud. not employee of the month proud but still definitely proud.” the mention of finding a peaceful corner together in shrike made alma feel excited and at ease all the same, already finding herself looking forward to it. “i’m sure we can. it sounds like a dream right now but i believe in us. i can get a lot done when i put my head to it.” they held up their glass before taking some healthy sips and letting out an exaggerated ‘ahh.’ “Okay so now I’m the listener, what’s the most annoying customer experience you’ve had? my final question and then i have to actually go catch my ride.”
#c: veronica#do u wanna do a quick wrap up of this and we can do a new thread of them hanging out??#hanging out outside of the bar**#down for it if u are!!'
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Alma tried not to laugh at him as he struggled with the sneakers but one snuck out as the one box fell and she clapped as he finally stabilized it. "It almost got you but you made it work. I believe in you, don't let the sneakers get you," she teased, finding it all especially endearing. "Designed for performance kind of sounds sexual," she said softly, "But fanny pack and maybe some tailgating stuff sounds good. I hate the idea of getting her stuff for a team she may not actually like. Again, I do not give a shit what she thinks about me, I'm just trying to not be an asshole to her," she admitted, feeling guilty for it but it was the truth. It wasn't like the woman had been very nice to her either.
"I do think guru is sexy, it's wisdom, it's guidance, it's very powerful. It means you're trusted and I think trust is probably the sexiest thing there is," she said with a decisive nod and she meant it. The list of people Alma actually trusted was very short, mostly because she had trust issues but also because sometimes people just made it really hard. Her father's situation had taught her a lot about people betraying trust and because of it she tended to keep things pretty close to her chest. It was important for her to protect herself however she could. "But what questions do you have? And have you ever actually been to a tailgating? That's what you called it, right?"
TJ flushed at the light teasing she directed at him, shaking his head before answering. “We’re making it through,” he replied, bringing his hand down on top of one of the stacks he was working with. Of course, one of them was balanced too precariously, and the force of his hand made the whole tower shake. He quickly moved to stabilize it, only losing one pair to gravity in the process. His flush deepened. “Maybe we’re not doing as well as I thought.” He laughed once they’d settled. This was just further confirmation he needed a break, he figured.
At the mention of football, TJ nodded. “Football, we can work with.” He confirmed, starting to walk backwards out of the section. “You could get her some, like, fan gear if she’s got a team she likes. We’ve got a ton of Broncos stuff. Or if she likes to go to games, you could get her some tailgating gear – we’ve got, like, coolers and stadium seats and stuff like that.” He stopped his spiel and moved to walk beside her as they walked away from his mountain of shoes. “For running, we’ve got these new fanny packs that are supposed to be ‘designed for performance,’” he explained, sounding like an announcer in a hyped-up commercial before laughing and tacking on at the end, “Whatever that means.”
As she wiggled her eyebrows, TJ let out a loud, sharp laugh, drawing the attention of a few nearby patrons. He shook his head, settling into a chuckle. His flush still wouldn’t go away. “You think 'guru’ sounds sexy?” He raised an eyebrow at her, sticking his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Now I’ve just got more questions.”
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“i mean, i’ll never make an argument about why someone has to join a band, i’ll never try to be overly persuasive because their heart has to be properly in it, you know? all i’ll say is that the mental image of you up there on stage with us is definitely a good one, you are reliable and fun - without a doubt - and i honestly do think that you have a natural talent.” xena was a truthful person by default - even when that wasn’t such a good thing - so alma could trust that she wasn’t just playing around when she spoke. “so no pressure, no rush, just something to think about if you’re ever interested in having a real conversation about it.” xena knew a band was a commitment, and much like taking on a whole other job, so there was extra reason to not pressure alma in to thinking that the offer had to be thought about - let alone accepted or denied - right now. “i don’t really care too much for cauliflower either, don’t worry, i won’t make you sit at the dinner table until you’ve finished all of your vegetables.” she chuckled.
in all honesty, it felt good to vent, to just get so many of her thoughts out, particularly the harder ones that she had kept from her usual company such as hedwig since their attack had taken place. she would have felt a little better even if they had just moved on after xena had gotten it all out, but alma’s reassurance brought a whole new level of comfort to xena, and the comfort was appreciated after being so vulnerable and open with her friend. she took deep breaths, guided by alma, and she took a moment, trying to find her composure once again after completely succumbing to the intensity of all of her thoughts. “thanks, alma. realistically i know that, that i have people there for me. i don’t know why it’s just so hard to believe it in the moment, or rather, i don’t know why i can’t shake the feeling that i’ll just… hit the ground, as if i have no one to catch me. it’s hard to explain but…” she didn’t know how to finish her sentence, so she punctuated with a shrug of her shoulders. “i don’t even know what i want, what would be beneficial to me. it’s strange. i’ve been through shit before, you know? nothing as intense as this, but still, shit nonetheless. i always thought i would be stronger, when made to face something like this, but i’m not, and it’s a really odd sensation, to feel so utterly powerless. defenceless.”
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alma smiled to herself, if only because she loved how honest and sweet xena was. “i will give it some actual thought, promise. i think i could use something like that to put my time into and the idea of sharing that space with people is really nice. the only other thing i have a really deep passion about is my art. which, by the way, i do have something for you that i made, don’t let me forget it later. but yeah, i’ll give it some thought and i’ll let you know. and also practice a little bit more,” they told her honestly, appreciating xena’s faith in her more than she could describe. “phew! i was really worried for me there for a second.”
alma nodded again as xena spoke, actually knowing a lot of how she felt but for completely different reasons. when it came to the situation with her father, she always struggled to find an easy place to land. maintaining her relationship with him had always somehow meant sacrificing the one with her mother and brother and it always left her feeling helpless. as if no matter what she did she was somehow doing the wrong thing. “i think some things just take time and then there are some things that just stick with us, become our new normal, you know? sorry, that’s probably not very comforting but i’m not gonna blow smoke up your ass. nothing can prepare you for dealing with shit like this so it’s just kind of taking it day by day, winging it and listening to yourself. and you know moments like this, talking it out. and you know, sometimes you have to just...let yourself fall apart. even if it feels like you won’t come back from it. sometimes it’s the only way to prove you will. and i mean even if you don’t, that’s okay to. basically what i’m getting at here is anything you feel is a perfectly okay way to feel.”
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zero rolled her eyes playfully. despite their breakup, zero did still care. for the most part, when a breakup didn’t end terribly, they never did stop caring. just because they no longer had feelings for someone, it didn’t mean that they stopped being important to them. unfortunately, zero was usually always the problem. so regardless of the way she felt, they often didn’t feel so kindly towards her. “ yes, of course i’m worried. but then again, if you can’t drive then how are you supposed to get around ? i can’t imagine the busses are much safer. doesn’t seem like anywhere is safe anymore. ” perhaps that was why she was walking home alone – to her it was just as safe as any other option right now. they were somewhat of a bleeding heart, however. the moment they heard alma mention going home to an empty house, they couldn’t help but offer them a place to stay for the night. “ you can stay at mine if you want to. i have a perfectly good sofa you can crash on until someone gets home. if you want. don’t feel obligated to, ” they said with a little shrug of their shoulders. “ i have had dinner. if three cups of coffee counts, ” the last bit was said under her breath.
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“god, dying on a bus would be so depressing, don’t you think? i’ve been thinking about that a lot since getting killed by some psycho is kind of the norm lately it’s kind of lost it’s luster,” they said with a soft laugh as they thought about it. “if i’m gonna get killed i at least hope it’s kind of even more dramatic, you know? but whatever, not like any of us have a choice in that.” alma raised an eyebrow as zero offered their couch. they knew it was just her being nice and that it didn’t mean anything in terms of the two of them but still, they had to bit down on their lip a bit to stop themselves from offering an eager yes. the idea of not having to spend the night alone, even if zero was in another room was kind of nice. “your sofa is pretty comfy...” alma paused for another moment before putting her turn single to turn in the direction of zero’s place. “okay,” they said finally and nodded, “i’d actually really appreciate that. and not because i feel obligated. also,” they glanced at zero for a moment, “i’m making you dinner. three cups of coffee? yeah you’re basically running on fumes right now. do you have anything useful in your fridge right now?”
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TJ had spent the better part of an hour trying to arrange the display of sneakers in a way that wasn’t a nightmare to look at. There were just so many of them, and he kept getting the boxes of Air Maxes, Air Flows, and Air Stabs confused. Honestly, why’d they have to name them all so similarly? And why did the boxes all have to look the same except for the fine print he couldn’t be bothered to read? He’d spent an hour on this, and the slow progress was exhausting.
So he was grateful to hear a familiar, friendly voice behind him, not only for the distraction but for who that distraction was. Instantly, his face broke into a smile, as he turned around to Alma, setting the shoes to the side. “I’m glad you think so. I had a hard time picking between this green and the exact same other shirt this morning.” He joked, leaning against the table. He listened as Alma explained the situation, and honestly, he didn’t get why you would buy a present for someone you don’t like, but he wasn’t about to question her.
“You’ve come to the right place, then. And guy.” He agreed. He pushed the cart of shoes off to the side, out of the way, and walked over to her. “Though, I’m gonna need more info. There’s a lot of sports, y'know.” He smiled. “Do you know what she does to work out? Running? Weights? Power-lifting?”
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It was easy to smile when TJ’s smile was so sweet the moment he saw her. “I’m sure it’s a hard job to get ready for in the morning. But someone has to do it. You and that tower of sneakers doing okay?” Alma puffed out her cheeks as she thought about it. “Oof, great question. I don’t think it’s power lifting or maybe that’s an assumption I’m making but I think it’s a safe one. “But I think running is definitely her lane. She also seems to really love football. Meanwhile I haven’t been to a football game since high school. Something tells me she’s going to try to convince me to go to some sporting events with her so I’ll have to come to you again so you can be my sports tutor. Or sports guru. That sounds sexier.” Alma wiggled her eyebrows before giving TJ a mock salute. “Okay guru, where shall we head first? Mind you, my budget is not grand but I think i can swing something that doesn’t look cheap.”
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“ i think you could , legitimately . business is too difficult for me , i would hate to run a business or anything even close to it , but you could actually do it if you were ever interested in something like that . ” he was speaking from personal experience , having grown up being groomed to take over his father’s business - something that would definitely not be happening anymore . “ but then again , maybe i’m just a pushover , maybe you’re just good at bossing me around . ” he added , only joking , despite feeling as though there was definitely half truths in the humour . “ but then again , again , maybe that’d be a good thing , because then it meant you could definitely run a business with me as your employee . ” he laughed a little louder this time , keeping the conversation light-hearted despite genuinely believing that alma was capable of the most incredible things .
“ hey , what’s wrong with laughing ? ” he defended himself , though he wasn’t ever really offended . he wasn’t sure that alma ever could offend him , even despite being someone who he would consider to be fragile and sensitive . “ you’ll have to show me some examples , for me to tell the difference . we’ll have to go sweater shopping some time soon . you might not realise just how much i care for my appearance considering how quick i am to take any excuse to dress up like one of my favourite comic book characters , but i really do worry about you trying to put an ugly christmas sweater on me . ” he laughed . he did truly care for his appearance a lot , he deeply cared to always look his best , to always look put together and pretty , but he wasn’t actually worried about anything concerning alma’s influence on his style . he had far more pressing issues to worry about right now , he was positive that they all did .
the sincere offer to spend the holidays with alma and her family really hit hard for junior ; though he had no relationship with his family anymore , family was a big core value for him , and while he had been living with found family being of great importance for quite a while now , he still often found himself alone for the holidays , or for big occasions in his life . he couldn’t express how much it meant to him , to have alma in his life , but he hoped that with time she’d learn . “ i’d love to come , then . thank you . ” he nodded his head , no humour or silly comments surrounding the acceptance of the invitation , only genuine appreciation and a big smile that showed her his dimples one more time .
as they began to drive , junior easily zoned out , too . he had always found driving to be a great comfort , and even though he preferred to be behind the wheel - specifically behind the wheel of his own , very flash car - it was still a comfortable experience with someone else taking them to their destination . alma didn’t have to worry about justifying the silence , or the zoning out that was still done safely - junior understood . “ i’m good , but thanks . i always run hot , i’m toasty . ” he chuckled . “ i also get it , ” he told them . “ i think the only real love i’ll experience in this lifetime is with my car . ” it was kind of sad , and kind of true , but only said in a light-hearted manner . junior didn’t even disclose his sexuality to people , so of course there was no romantic love happening for him , but he still knew how to poke fun of his lack of a love life .
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“too difficult for you? i really admire the faith you have in my patience.” though alma knew their patience for life in general was high and they were capable of giving almost anyone a great amount of grace. “please, i would never make you work for me. you’d get to much of an attitude,” she teased and nudged him lightly but then immediately gave his shoulder a squeeze. it meant a lot that he believed in her that way. he said it all in a way that made her actually believe it and that was a welcome feeling. alma wasn’t quite there but she would like to be someone who believed that she had the power to really change their own life. “i’ll think about it. though the only thing i’d ever really like to run is my own art store. or like pottery shack. now that’s a business i’d actually be able to get behind and spend all my time on. speaking of, remind me to give you the tray i made you. something to keep your watches and bracelets on and things. or you know, change and receipts when you empty your pockets.”
“oh you’re worried about how i would mess up your style, mr. model? i love how you’re sooner to put on a pair of tights and a cape instead of an ugly sweater. but if sweater shopping is what we must do then that’s what we’ll do. and i will make sure to get a picture of you in the ugliest sweater possible. i’ll rent a camera just for the occasion.” alma’s voice was full of sarcasm and she resisted the urge to reach over and ruffle his hair just to mess with him. “for the record though, you do always look quite handsome so there’s nothing to worry about, casanova.” she stuck out her tongue at him for extra measure to be annoying. “perfect! then it’s settled. you’ll be there right next to me chowing down.” she reached over and pinched his cheek before actually leaning over to kiss his cheek softly. really, he had no idea how much he was saving her by being there for the holidays. she might actually keep a percentage of his sanity with him there.
“oh my god, with your car? junior, come on,” she said and broke out into laughter. “that’s so sad. i mean your car is beautiful and reliable so i get it but come on, you’re too cute and fun to just be alone with your car for the rest of your life. plus if we’re both still single in like our 40s or something we’ll just get married, duh. so you know you always have a backup plan. just saying. but i get it, it’s hard out here. that’s why i keep it light and breezy. crush on like a billion people but never actually try to make a move because i’m a coward and actually doing that is even riskier,” she admitted, having no issue being honest with junior about it. “the key is to set up super unrealistic crushes and then you stay in the safe zone cause no way are they gonna crush on you back. but you? i’m sure tons of people have a crush on you and your jawline.”
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“Thank you.” She smiled brightly at her compliment. She liked her own designs, but she always felt a little bit unsure of what other people could think. “Huh? Oh yes…” She felt a little bit nervous. Usually Noah was here to make everything less awkward, but now it was just her model and herself. “Um…” She was hesitating between two dresses. She took her measurements a while ago and since she was such a perfectionist she created multiple options, but she truly just needed to give one finale look to her teacher. She could always use the others for her portfolio.
She took a pastel green dress from her couch and put it front of Alma, smiling, satisfied with the image she had in her mind. “Try this one! It would look perfect on you. You can try it now.” She said, almost staring at her, waiting, until she realized how it looked like. “In the bathroom I think!” Why was she acting like such a weirdo?
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“Perfect for me? Well with praise like that. I do love a green and pastel? Even better.” Honestly even if she didn’t like it, Alma would have a hard time not being encouraging. Alma almost laughed at themselves because when Rosita started staring she almost did get undressed right there and then remembered herself. “Bathroom, right, right, I can’t say I’d give much of a strip tease,” they joked with a louder laugh than intended. Alma finally got to the bathroom and tried to be quick in their changing without breaking into a sweat. Which was a harder task than one would think.
“Okay...ta-da! Alma stepped out with their normal clothes tucked under their arm, smiling wide as they presented themselves. “What do you think? I kind of feel like the hottest scoop of mint ice cream but that’s just me,” they said, almost rolling their eyes at their own joke but it was kind of funny and they meant it as a compliment. To themselves and to Rosita’s design.
#c: rosita#i really f'd up the formatting on this because im not on my usual computer LOL so plz forgive me#i think it was my fault tho cause i may have forgotten to post it on beta
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veronica easily earned themself a bad reputation, but the truth was that most of their antics came from passion, and they were such a passionate person as they had one of the biggest hearts. they didn’t often go telling other people about it, not finding themself eager to brag, but they liked to believe that it was easily found out with enough observation. veronica didn’t have to think twice about pouring alma a free drink, and even though their big heart was surely costing julio’s, they knew their boss as someone with a heart that resembled their own. “hey, it’s no worries. it’s in the job description.” they joked, laughing, though they then quickly followed up their own words. “i’m a good listener, though, i’d do it even if it wasn’t part of the job.” they paused before once again coming in with something more to say. “it’s also not really part of the job, actually. some of the guys here would never be so considerate.” they finally finished with a smile on their face. “absolutely. you’ve survived every bad day you’ve ever had so far, so what’s stopping you from getting through this one, too. or at least, that’s something i tell myself.” they admitted. “eh, in all honesty my day’s been pretty boring. i’ve just worked all day, morning to now. unfortunately not even shifts that come with interesting stories, it’s been your pretty regular day.” they pouted, upset that they couldn’t entertain alma better. “suppose regular is better than some of these days we’ve been having in shrike lately, though.”
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alma put a hand to her chest and let out a soft gasp. “veronica, are you saying you’re my friend? because i think that’s what you’re saying. and if you’re not saying that well then it’s what you’re saying now,” they teased, their smile growing at they looked at veronica, finding their explanation endearing. “well you should try your hand at motivational speaking some time because you’re totally crushing it right now. my mood? lifted.” alma laughed at veronica’s pout and nodded in agreement. “regular is still good. great even. sometimes things are so chaotic it’s kind of nice to have a boring day, you know? i think i’d like to have a boring day. just coast for a bit,” she admitted with a shrug as she thought about it. “but hey you know since we are friends,” they said and batted their eyelashes before grinning, “if you ever want to have a boring day together we can do that. though i’d hardly describe us spending time together as boring so how about peaceful? if that even exists anymore but you know what i mean.”
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“You know, I think that Dick’s green suits you,” Alma teased as she finally spotted TJ in the store. She had been wandering around for a while, not entirely sure what she was looking for. “I need your help. In this case you are the only person who can help me with all of your sports knowledge. My brother’s girlfriend is like superrrr into sports and I’m at a loss. Not that it matters, she kind of sucks but he’s bringing her over again and I want to have something nice to her. She’s like into sports but also very athletic, loves working out,” she went on before he could even get a word in and then took a breath. “So...help me? Please?” @enshrikes
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