muse: *breathes near someone they may get along with*
other rper: y’know i think they could maybe sorta be kinda cute toge-
me: sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀👀 👌👌Good shit
“Well…I’m not at least.” Oh dear that didn’t sound good at all.
Better start again. “At this time…uh, at least, the interest is mostly personal.”
“Oh, good,” she nodded, apparently relieved. “Just don’t be bringing any of your friends here. One Brotherhood Boy at a time, is the rule.”
A rule that she just made up, but whatever. “Anyway, Kindle, come on in, make yourself at home, but don’t touch the dogs or the snacks over there. Those are mine.”
“how well did I sleep? hm…” He put his thumb up in between him and the sun and closed one of his eyes, then he slowly brought the thumb down until it was straight out towards where the horizon line would be. “about… two and a half hours I’d say“
He stretched as he walked outside onto the street. “Yeah, sticking around… I-“ He was sure to keep the distance between them this time as he spoke. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I’m terrible when it comes to reading people’s emotions… Heh, I guess they decided that a swatter didn’t need to have the best eyes to keep an eye on the ball.“ He shook his head slowly, resentment in his voice. “the assholes.”
She let out a nervous laugh, and muttered, “Yeah, I guess there’s no need for that if you’re...” She paused in the middle of that thought and shook her hand dismissively. “Neeevermind.”
She wasn’t sure how to handle this situation. She glanced around. It was just them, not counting the feral dog wandering the street a couple blocks away. “Right. So. Uh...”
She shrugged,”Wh-whatever. No hard feelings. I, uh, have some errands to run, so...” She inched backwards a bit, retrieving a map from her dress pocket.
Carl was needless to say, shocked by the cheerful and friendly greeting. Not that it was a bad thing.
He returned the shake trying to stay professional. After all, he was there representing The Brotherhood.
“Yes very good uh…Citizen. I’m Car-… Scribe Kindle. The pleasure is mine.”
“Nice to meetcha, Kindle.” She kept up her smile, sweet as can be, as she leaned a bit to glance out the window. Didn’t seem to be any others. Still, this was unexpected.
“So, what brings the Brotherhood to my door, then? Planning on taking it from me?”
“I never fukken kept shit down my entire life,” Yarrow retorted, “an’ fukken furthermore it ain’t YOUR fukken bird cuz birds don’t fukken belong to folks cuz they’re fukken majestic n free-livin’ critters!”
Philip, who is, as often noted and just pointed out, NOT Yarrow’s, landed near his feet and fluffed himself up to be a largeboy.
"Is so my bird! I hatched him, and Jo ain't any less free or majestic than any other fucking bird just cause he's mine!" Moxie crossed her arms and scowled.
Jo hops out in front of Moxie a bit, fluffing up as much as he can, despite the fact that he's nowhere near as large a boy as Philip, and CAWS real loud.
"YO, man, think you could you keep it down a little?! You're bugging my bird!" Moxie pointed to her lovely birdchild, a large crow that was hopping after her, feathers ruffled.
"Yooo, welcome to the library. Now under new management. And by that, I mean me." Moxie greeted her newest visitor with a smile and a wave, hurrying over to shake his hand. "Names Moxie, nice to meetcha."