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you dont need to follow this blog!!

hello! my names keegan, and i play lock, dash, and iris! long story short, i used to play miguel flores and this was his blog, but when i dropped him there was no way for me switch my primary blog to one of the others so now this is just one i use to follow/reply/ask questions - so if you get an ask or something from here, know i am actually a member of the group, but there’s no need to worry about following this! feel free to message me on any of my character’s blogs (or this one) if you want to plot, and have a good time in the group!

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thatwretchedsally·:

Sally retrieved a needle and thread from the back, making her way back out to the main room and having a seat at her desk. She got to work, patching up the item with ease. She glanced up at him at his question, pausing a little. “The clothes or the decor? Both of those answers are nos…. I didn’t make any of the decor, but I did make some of the clothes.” She confessed. “My original pieces are on that rack over there.” Sally pointed to one closest to her. “You can come look if you’d like.”

He’d turned his attention back towards the rack he’d been focused on by the time she actually got around to answering, but he simply gave her a small ‘ah well’ sort of shrug with a smile, putting his hands into his pockets as he allowed his eyes to continue scanning. When she mentioned her own work, however, he turned his head again in time to see where she was pointing, and with a slight grin he quickly made his way over to take a look, falling into silence for a few moments before he glanced back towards her. “These are amazing! How long’ve you been making them?”

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ofsunandpaws·:

☆ﾟ*·ﾟNODDING with a bright smile, Fawn really hoped they’d find a wonderful idea to talk about, something that she could think about for the rest of the night. When she’d asked him what he’d choose if he could have anything he’d wanted, Fawn wasn’t sure what he’d come up with. A few of the other town’s people gave her weird side glances or a response that wasn’t necessarily entertaining, at all. “Yes, anything at all,” she responded, watching him for a moment, intrigued by the idea of a potentially entertaining conversation. Resting her chin in her hands, her elbows sat on her knees as she looked at him. Her eyes widened as he continued to talk. “Ooh, a coded map! That just sounds like so much fun! Never ending journey? That could be interesting. ‘cause then you’d never stop having fun, you know?” Fawn tilted her head to the side, now even more curious. “What’d you do with all the gold? And would you really want to share it with your friend? I mean, he’s not even really here right now,” she explained, giggling slightly. 

Relieved to see that his attempt at an idea was apparently good enough to talk about, Miguel leaned forward onto his folded arms with a grin - as much as he trusted his own improvisation, he’d always been half terrified of where he was actually going to go with whatever he was saying, and for it to have actually made sense instead of spiralling into repetitive nonsense was something he was fairly sure they both would have been grateful for. “Never, exactly!” he grinned, “And… I don’t know, pawn it off, probably? I’m… actually not sure, really. I think I’d just want to find it, not really… keep it for anything.” he shrugged, though he felt his smile faltering slightly when she asked whether he’d actually share it - would she not? He quickly tried to fix his expression, giving her a slightly puzzled smile and furrowing his eyebrows. “Of course I would!” he laughed, as if she was insane, “I mean, he’d be coming with me, obviously, so… it would only be fair, wouldn’t it?” Would Tulio come with him if he asked? He would go if it was the other way around, surely he’d do the same for him, wouldn’t he? “And he doesn’t have to be with me all the time to be my friend - what, do yours?”

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thatwretchedsally·:

Sally’s smile was patient, her expression open. She had never met a man so nervous about a repair before, and it was endearing. Though Sally did have to wonder what he was so nervous about exactly. “Of course I’m sure. This will only take a few minutes… now please, have a seat. Make yourself at home.” She gestured around her shop before taking the article over to her desk, setting it down before going to retrieve a needle and thread.

“Thank you so much, really,” Miguel grinned, relaxing his shoulders slightly as he made a mental note to throw in whatever extra money he could when he paid. He took a step back from the front desk as she went off to start, though instead of heading towards an apparently empty seat he finally allowed himself to get a proper look at everything around him, everything from the clothes to just the decorations of the shop itself. “Did you make all of this stuff?” he asked over his shoulder, despite being unsure whether or not she’d hear him.

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bitchinastrid·:

“Why are you apologizing? Not your fault. I appreciate you being honest.” It was one of Astrid’s pet peeves. People apologized way too often for things that they had no reason to apologize for. It was one of those justice things that she felt strongly about. The blonde tried to be as kind as she could when it came to telling others not to apologize, though. Unfortunately if you were too harsh about it, they’d only apologize further. “I doubt that but I won’t press,” Astrid could tell he had far more hobbies but she also wasn’t ever going to force someone to give her information. Unless it was life or death, then she’d make arrangements. “Yeah. I’ve got three of them… and two snakes… and a cat.”

For a moment, Miguel was caught off guard by her actually pointing out that he hadn’t done anything to warrant needing to apologise, but after a few seconds of trying to think of an actual response he simply shrugged, muttering ‘fair enough’ under his breath as he glanced away, turning back a few moments later to shrug in vague agreement with her doubt and giving her a casual smile - usually he would’ve been somewhat more careful, but she didn’t really seem the type to rat out someone she had suspicions could be doing something off. “Three?” he half-laughed, “And two snakes and a cat… six animals? That sounds great, honestly - you ever have to break up any fights or anything? Doesn’t really sound like the easiest lot to handle.”

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bitchinastrid·:

“Well fuck.” Astrid said, defeated. The girl sighed and ran a hand through her hair. This was part of the reason why she didn’t mind working so often. At least she had her days filled with something then. “Kickboxing. Work. Sleep. Play with my lizards. Repeat. What about you?” 

“Sorry,” Miguel gave her an almost sheepishly apologetic smile, as if he was at all responsible for entertainment options in his part of the city. He sat up somewhat straighter when she started listing her usual passtimes, but when it came to his turn to respond he had to hesitate for a half-second - it wasn’t the first time someone had asked him what he spent his days doing, but still, after almost ten years, every time the question was poised he had no way to easily disguise what he and Tulio did. “Work,” he finally settled on, “guitar, spend time at the Clowder, spend time with friends. Nothing that exciting," he shrugged, "Did you say lizards? Like, lizards plural?”

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thatwretchedsally·:

Sally wrinkled her nose at him, shaking her head. “It’s okay. You pay after the repair is done.” She assured him, patting his hand gently before pulling her hands away and folding them in front of her. “If you’d like to sit down, I can have this repaired fairly quickly if you’d like.” She offered, looking down at the work before looking back up at him.

After a moment of looking at his hands and uncertainly biting the corner of his lip as he considered her reassurance, Miguel finally made an attempt at neatly folding the bundle back together and put it back into his pocket, only looking back up towards her at her suggestion with a look of grateful surprise. “That would be - I mean, I don’t want to interrupt whatever you’re working on at the moment, of course, just -” he took a moment to breathe, his smile once again uncertain as he considered how much of an idiot he must be looking like, “- you sure?”

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bitchinastrid·:

“I’m bored. What doesn’t cost money around here that isn’t also illegal?” Astrid paused, “Then again, I might be into the illegal stuff. Just depends on what it is.”  @miguelsflores

Miguel glanced up towards her as she spoke, but he had to look away for a moment as he tried to rack his brain for anything he might be able to offer up. “I mean, pretty much everything costs money,” he finally shrugged, giving her an apologetic smile. “Even the ‘illegal stuff’, most people are pretty much only into that for the money - not that I was the one to tell you that. I dunno, what sort of stuff do you usually do?”

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thatwretchedsally·:

Sally smiled a little, shaking her head. “It’s okay, you don’t need to apologize… maybe my prices are lower than what they should be, but I’m not in this for the money.” She shrugged a little, biting her lip as he pulled out a wad of money. “No, you don’t need to pay me yet.” She shook her head, gently pushing his hand and his money away from her. “You can pay me when it’s fixed, okay?”

“What?” Miguel asked, glancing up at her as she moved his hand, feeling a slight twinge of guilt as she explained. “Are you sure? Like, I’m happy to pay now, seriously,” He gave her a slightly reluctant smile, keeping his money out. He didn’t know all that much about running a proper business, and he wasn’t about to tell her how to run hers, god no, she knew much more about the whole thing than he did - but not making people pay straight up did seem like an easy way for people to just get free repairs.

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muses name in my phone: tommy

muses picture in my phone:

muses ringtone in my phone: stray cat strut - stray cats

last text:

[8:34pm] t and i are going out of town for a couple nights but the windows open

[8:35pm] unless ur staying with dulcie

[8:36pm] i mean it will still be open. but f youre gentlemanning then like

[8:36pm] ;)

[8:52pm] oh but btw ivw asked jack to listen for people so if you do come over and dont tell him then he will definitely think youre a burglar

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thatwretchedsally·:

Sally nodded, jotting down the name and writing down an ASAP- she didn’t like keeping pieces for more than a week or so, out of courtesy for the customer. She glanced up at his question, biting her lip as she took in his hesitant expression. “Well… it’s just a simple patch job, so it won’t be anything too extensive or time consuming… fifteen dollars at most?” She looked up at him with furrowed brows. “Is that a fair price?”

Relieved, Miguel shut his eyes for a moment - it wasn’t like he’d been panicking over it, like he was on his last couple notes or anything, he had more than enough to get by - and, thankfully, enough to not worry about fifteen bucks to get a shirt fixed. “Yes, yes, fifteen is�� great. Thank you. Sorry for… making a thing about it, that’s great,” he laughed under his breath, tucking some of his hair behind one ear. “Sorry, I’ve just never really done this before, and in like… movies and stuff, when someone gets something ripped and they complain about how much it’s gonna cost, y'know, so it just sort of… I don’t know. Thank you, though.” He reached into his jeans pocket, pulling out a small bundle of notes - he’d wanted to be safe - and started to pick through them. 

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ofsunandpaws·:

☆ﾟ*·ﾟNODDING, she kept her chin rested in her hands, eager to see what he’d say to her question. There were so many options as to what she could potentially say or where to go that she didn’t know if she could choose. “There’s a letter and a map, leading you to your ultimate destiny. The map will guide you to the door and when you open the door, you’ll have everything you’ve ever wanted,” Fawn explained, hoping that would help cure up any questions he had. Whether or not that could happen, she really didn’t care. Thinking about this sort of thing was amusing, far more amusing than she ever thought it would be. Even Fawn wasn’t sure what she’d want at the end.

Miguel nodded slowly, crossing his arms and resting them in front of him as she explained. “Everything I’ve ever wanted?” he murmured, letting his gaze drift down the table as he took a moment to think - a moment in which he realised he had no clue what he wanted. Well, there were things, obviously, there had always been things he wanted, money, people to talk to, opportunities - but his ultimate destiny? When he was a kid, that had just been playing music - but that dream had long since come to a halt, and he was sure he was happy just channeling it through busking. So what was he meant to say, something to help him and Tulio, full police immunity forever? Where was the adventure then? Oh. Adventure. “Alright,” he started, looking back towards her, “The letter? For me, it’s something… vague. Coded, actually. And the map, it’s… super old, just so old, you’re hardly able to understand it’s a map kind of map - and then behind the door? It’s more maps, or something like that - more paths. It’s just this… never-ending journey. And some money. Obviously. Maybe gold, actually. My friend likes gold.” He gave her a quick smile. “How’s that?”

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thatwretchedsally·:

Sally tilted her head to the side as she looked over the man who had walked inside, chuckling a little. He seemed to refuse to move past the doorway, and seemed ready to bolt if Sally made any sudden moves. She moved out from around the counter and walked over to him, taking the garment from him and unfolding it to look it over. The tear in the sleeve was simple, an easy fix. “I’m always busy, but I always have time to add more to my work.” She offered with a smile, moving back towards her desk and pulling out a sheet of paper. “What’s the name? And how quickly would you like this done?”

Miguel put up no protest when she took the shirt, but he was only able to let out a silent sigh of relief when she gave no obvious signs that it would be difficult to fix. Giving her a quick smile of gratitude, he hurried to follow her to the desk, trying to not let himself get distracted by his surroundings and instead doing his best to focus on the questions at hand - even if he had no clue what he was doing, he could at least try and act like he did. “Miguel Flores? And time isn’t really a big issue - seriously, just do it whenever. No rush.” He gave her another quick smile, finally letting his eyes wander - though after a moment’s pause, he looked back towards her, suddenly seeming hesitant. “Sorry, can I just - can I ask how much this’ll cost? Like it’s not a huge issue or anything, just… y’know.”

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ofsunandpaws·:

☆ﾟ*·ﾟRESTING her hands on her chin, Fawn sighed, sitting on top of the picnic table. She couldn’t believe it, but she was bored. The animals were sleeping today and she hadn’t even gotten the chance to pick up her camera. It’d been a while since she’d actually been bored and now, she had no idea what to do. Even her thoughts of conversations to start up didn’t feel right. Nothing really felt right. Sighing loudly, she looked up at the person standing in front of her. “Have you ever thought about what would happen if you found a golden key?” Fawn asked, wondering if this might spark some feeling for her today. “Where would it lead you? I’m trying to spark some light in my day and thought something like this might.”

@sunnysidestarters

“A golden key?” Miguel repeated, suddenly distracted from the struggle he’d been having with the zip of his guitar case. Deciding to deal with the consequences later, he quickly forced it past the spot it was snagged on and hurried to pick the instrument up and move it out of the way, leaning it against his side of the bench’s seat as he properly sat across from her. “This key, it’s by itself? No map, no letter, no labels, nothing to show you what it’s for? Just a key?” He supposed he could’ve just said he’d pawn it off, or just have some vague adventure - but that would have been boring, and it had been way too long since he’d been presented with a decent hypothetical.

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thatwretchedsally·:

Sally looked up from her little desk at the sound of the bell above the door going off. She was the only employee at her business, at Sally’s Stitches, which meant she was often a very busy woman And she loved every moment of it. A smile took over her expression at the sight of the person walking it, raising to her feet. “Hello! You’re here for your pickup right?” Sally asked, making her way towards a rack of finished clothes, biting her lip as she looked through the various garments and fabrics before glancing back over at them curiously. “Or did you need to drop something off? Something else entirely? It all blends together after a while.” Sally confessed with a small laugh.

@sunnysidestarters

For the good part of the past few days, Miguel had managed to forget about the tear one of his sleeves had managed to acquire - however, when he’d had to throw the damaged shirt aside the night before when he was getting ready for Charlie’s launch party and woken up to find it still lying over the back of a chair, somehow not magically fixed with time, he realised he’d have to actually do something about the damn thing. Usually he would’ve just gone next door to Jack’s to borrow some of his sewing expertise, but apparently he was out for the morning - so, after taking a good ten minutes to rake his memory for any place he’d seen that could help, he’d finally set out to Sally’s Stitches. He hadn’t done much more but walk past the shop before, the idea of actually bringing something in somewhat daunting - the cost being his main worry - but it seemed that unless he wanted to forget about it for another few weeks, the essential gamble his only option.

As soon as he stepped into the shop, he made sure to give the woman behind the desk a quick smile, though before he had the chance to explain himself she’d already started talking, leaving him stood in the doorway trying to find a good place to interrupt. “Hey, yes, sorry, it’s… a drop off, actually, yeah,” he clarified with a small laugh, lifting the arm he’d been using to drape the shirt over for his walk. “If you’re too busy though, I can…” he gestured vaguely over his shoulder back out the door with an apologetic smile.