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Malachi.

“Of course not, Ashlyn. What sort of gentleman would I be?” He took one of the drinks and sort of eyed the contents before taking a sip.

“You? A gentleman? Since when?” She teased of him. Taking the sip to her lips, she paused. “Is it me or does it taste like APPLE JUICE?”

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Cosimo De’Medici. 

𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 about the CUTENESS of her drinks, but he nodded his head anyway. this was ashlyn after all. “ yeah, of course not. just… tell me there’s lots of alcohol in there, PLEASE. ” 

“i’m not sure actually.” one minute she was mingling (and she did THAT now, mingle? it was FUN. ) “i mean-” she smelled the drink a bit. “i think so? let’s give it a try!” and then she did, taking the dink and instantly taking it back because. “YEP that’s strong.”

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Tamora Mitchell. 

“I mean, I could just let you drink them on your lonesome. It’d be rather entertaining from my point of view.” She points out with a shrug. “I don’t drink.”

her bubble was BURST, a light grimace in it’s place. “well, alright... “ and this was what happened when you went to strangers. taking a sip, she paused. “this tastes like VANILLA SODA.”

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“Okay so I got THESE, look at all these cute little drinks. You’re not gonna let me drink them on my lonesome right?”

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Ashlyn Elric’s outfit. 

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Gabi Carmicael‌.

It was a few days in and she already had to rely on public transport. Well, a taxi, but already, it wasn’t her favorite thing. She missed her byke, but it was the one sensible thing to do, to have it checked after a long trip. Haning the money and a tip she got out of the cab, only to be almost head butted with a girl. “Would you watch out?” She said, annoyed and closed the door behind her allowing the car to drive off. She wasn’t sure of the person wanted to get in it or not. “Oops.” 

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Ashlyn blinked her eyes, hadn’t not intended to bang into-- WAS THAT? She stumbled over her feet, turning her head and taking a good look at the women who had banged into her-- the FAMILIAR women. “Gabi?” she exclaimed. “Is that you?”

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Callen Elric. 

  “ city life. ” city life and buzzing life and life. charming and complex, and he still had a new appreciation for it. “ you definitely new my name. ” not his middle name, and he almost made a joke on the matter, until he noticed her expression. “ hey, ” approaching the girl, just a few treading footsteps, careful not to make her feel threatened. careful also not to make her feel vulnerable - he didn’t want to give her a mirror for a cowering deer. ( he was still so much a parent. ) “ are you okay? are you in some kind of trouble? ” that was always his worst nightmare too. “ you wanna go somewhere and talk about it ? ” gaze never shifting off her; not putting her down as wounded and vulnerable didn’t mean he was going to leave her. “ do you like ice cream? ”

her heart skipped a beat at his little approach, just the small notion of it sent it skipping beats and racing like a hammer. she wanted to run, and it was so funny because she had dreamed of this day for so long and now that it was here--- she wanted to RUN. what if she wasn't enough? he didn’t even see her as she was now, what if that was better? what if it was better his image of her remained as his little girl? “i uh... you could say that.” despite the glassy eyes bestowed upon her, a light laugh touched her lips. sorrow laced within it. “oh,” a pause because he was so kind. she didn’t remember this bit, so kind even to a stranger. she was a stranger. “i...” should leave. leave or tell him. but-- “i love ice cream.”

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Callen Elric. 

  “ — yes? ” turning around, locating the call of his name. small and tentative. he’d almost missed it in the fray of people around him. he’d almost forgotten how busy the world was. there was something about her. “ sorry, i was preoccupied, city life and, ” the more he looked at her, the more he recognised? no, mistook her features for someone he used to know. drawn off in the middle of his sentence. “ i got lost. ” simple answer, but ambiguous. “ so if you’re looking for directions, i’m not your guy. ” friendly smile painted. ( he hoped his daughter grew up like this girl. )

“city life.. and all... yeah.” her words were small as she took in the full of him. had he always been that tall? when she was small? she always thought all adults were that tall but no- no, he was always tall. it was like her heart was trapped in her throat. “i... i know who you are.” she wondered, if he was like this as a person. back then, when he was around and she was small. used to people knowing his name? used to angel scouts ready to kill him, probably. “i’m not...” tears were filling her eyes, not yet dropping but how could she help it? THIS WAS HIM. and gods he didn’t even recognize her. “i think... i think we all get lost sometimes.” blinking those tears, trying to squash them, she spoke. “i know i do.” 

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Malachi. 

“Thrown, yes. Expelled from that area.” Mal placed the blade back where it came from when she said she didn’t want it. “Okay. So no blade, no fighting. Just the protection.” Then he picked the paper back up and held it out to her. “Try and copy it first. It must be exact otherwise it’s not going to work on me. Yes, on me, you’re going to use me for this. I came just after the archangels so I’m pretty powerful. Not as powerful as them though.”

“Good, good.” Just expelled, not dead or anything. No risk of Mal or Cosimo getting caught in the blast, none at all and damn that was a relief. “Yes,” A pause and then- “Thank you.” She wondered if she sounded silly, not wanting to use a blade. Well, Ashlyn had never been a warrior. If anything, she was a survivor. Even that was pushing it. She frowned at his words. “Are you sure? I mean...” the best test and sure of was to give an example and try. Still, she worried. A sigh left her. “Alright.”

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Sean O’connell‌.

“ Fuc — ” Sean flinched back a bit as the hot liquid hit him, finally focusing on his surroundings. “ It’s okay, it’s my bad. I wasn’t really paying attention to what I was doing. I’m not entirely sure where I am, actually. ”

“Ah, I think you were a innocent bystander trying to clean himself up after some spillage.” She gave a joke. “Spillage I’m responsible for, really sorry about that, honestly.”

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Savannah Taylor.

Savannah quickly jumped up from the table as soon as she saw the cup fall. She wasn’t fast enough to avoid getting on her but she wasn’t really upset about it. Accidents happen and it wasn’t like you’d be able to tell once it dried. “It’s okay,” she told her. “It’s not a big deal. It’ll dry. Are you okay?”

“Oh gosh I’m fine! I’m totally fine! Thank you for aksing but ‘m more concerned about you-- did any get on you?” The coffee had been pretty damn hit, it was worrying. 

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Parker Halliwell. 

“Oh my goodness.  I must have bumped you or something.”  She murmured, trying to grab some napkins for the table.  “Are you okay, did it burn you?”

“Oh no it’s mostly on me, I did more of the bumping and I am so sorry! This all on me-- “ Her head shook. “Ah not badly, no worries.”

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Ambrosia Pershing‌.

“I promise, I can afford my own dry cleaning bill, I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t on purpose.”

“Oh no, I barely do anything on purpose-- I have two left feet and it sorta screws me up some time because I’m just all clutz and dropping and spilling and honestly it was not on purpose at all-- promise!”

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Callistus‌.

“It’s fine really.”  He muttered, grabbing a napkin to wipe off the front of himself.  “It’s no bother.”

“I-- I believe you but also I feel terrible-- could I do anything? Buy you new pants or something?”

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@ohcallen

The last time she’d seen him it’d been a little picture she always kept on her being at all possible times. That was the last time her own two eyes laid sight on the resemblance of her father. The last time she’d actually seen him though, moving and in motion--- WELL, she’d only been six years old. She hardly remembered beyond the horror of loosing him, beyond those piggy backs and big hugs and those jokes just for them. Now--- was she wrong? Could this truly be him? “... d-” Would he even recognize her? “Ca... Callen? Callen Elric?”

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Bonnie Bennett. 

there’s so much she regrets about leaving her apartment today. getting her smoothie dumped her lap was one of those things. ❝son of a bit…❞ bonnie huffs, scooting back to try and both reach for napkins and move the liquid from her her lap. the witch isn’t angry with the girl, she’s just exhausted and done with this day. ❝today just isn’t my day.❞ and she hates it. so much for seclusion and avoiding people for reasons like this one. 

“yeah, that’s on me-- WELL, on you.” it was on her that was a bad idea, but the drink itself was on her. “i’ll pay for something for you-- that IS on me. a new shirt too, if you need it-- and pants!”

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Luke Parker.

“You really can’t wear white jeans anymore..” Luke quipped. He looked up. “It’s okay.” He stared down at his pants. “Do you have a tide pen on you?” 

“They look brown now...” She grimaced. “i’m real sorry, i don’t have a tide pen but if i could pay for new pants of the cleaners or any of that stuff.”