#♥ verse;; undetermined

[mielmoto]

Honey doesn't have to see the muscle to feel it's presence– this girl has it in spades, to the confectioner's obvious delight and impress. Built different, indeed, but perhaps not all that different from present company. The proprietor applauds her guest with dainty fanfare, before mirroring the same gesture– her own hands clasped thoughtfully to one side, skimming the storefront with fresh eyes as she contemplated what goodies to gather first; beaming all the while at Sakuya's sudden sidebar.

❝ Of course! Manjū, daifuku– they're not exactly like the stuff I'd make back home, but they're awful close, and I was always SO inspired by all the different pretty wagashi treats; peach castella are, like, my favorite to make, since they're so cute! ❞ She moves over and points at the special little syrup cake to elaborate her point, before jaunting over to grab a couple of the pastries in question: a classic mizu manju, and an orange-cream filled one as well; a tiny plate, to present them on, appearing in her hand with the tiniest flourish of magic ( because going and grabbing one was too much of a diversion, I suppose ).

❝ Not everything that's tasty is quite so pretty to look at, but I've always tried to bring the best of both worlds where I can. And if you're ever looking to dress up a table with a pretty arrangement, there's always lots of pretty edible flowers to candy, or I do custom sugar sculptures, as well!... I guess it all depends on what kinda venue you're imagining. Are you planning an event, or...? ❞

“Gosh it’s like my eyes don’t know where to stop! A storefront like this can make a girl pretty darn dizzy.” Some folks back home would absolutely go gaga over it all. Chef Blaise would likely have some things to say about the cakes. And goes without the yabbering that Rusk would pound a few pastries. Sakuya’s sweet tooth isn’t quite so domineering by comparison. Sometimes overwhelming. Other times prohibitive. Girl things. “Good thing I’m built different.”

A small confident flex follows her statement, any show of ‘muscle’ masked by the generous sleeve of her foreign garb. Shawl finds its way back into place once she clasps her hands together, smiling ever more brazenly.

“Heck yeah! I’d love to get some samples; don’t doubt it’s all got the boppin’ broad appeals though. You could decorate a table real nice with some of these. And then there’s- Oh!” Sakuya finds herself distracted mid-thought, familiar sights catching her attention as a basket finds its way into her peripheral. “You make manjū too?! Oh my gosh I haven’t seen sweets like this in forever… talk about bringin’ on the nostalgia to top this all off!”

[mielmoto]

❝ —woah! that’s, like, crazy; the heavens usually take a little bit longer than that to send an answer! but here you are! ❞ yes, good sir, she’s talking to you. as if he should already know exactly what she was talking about, and with all the elation of someone who’d just won their money back on a scratchy-lottery card. 

and with little further ceremony, Honey’s herding him over, a hand on either of his arms, hauling him to stand in a very particular spot— about ten paces back from a front-door, and the free-standing ladder which sits in front of it. 

only once she’s satisfied he’s in the perfect position does she scurry back, scaling that same scaffold (nearly missing a step in the rush, but what else is new).  ❝ okay, so— I’ve got it narrowed down to two options. number one: ❞ she pulls a sign off the ladder’s top ledge, or rather half of one, which reads the first word of her humble business: ‘Charmed,’ with little pumpkins nestled along the letters’ feet, and a miniature witch’s hat crowning the ‘C’— setting it up against the facade to complete the title.  ❝ obviously stunning. classic. a strong contender. but, option two: ❞

down goes the first slate, and up comes another— this one with little stars on either top-and-bottom sides of the lettering, a crescent moon off-center, and a little pair of black cat ears crowning the first letter, instead.  ❝ –less stereotypically fall-ish, but super cute and sorta classy, right? definitely still spooky-spirited. 

so. which will it be, oh decider of destiny? ❞

@orderbourne​  ♥’ed

[mollyfreakinhayes]

@chaoticallycrimson ♥ Starter Call

“I didn’t do it.”

She paused, glancing at the hole in the wall with an almost thoughtful expression. “Alright. I did. I was in a fight, see?” Molly gestured to the mugger that had quite easily been taken out by the teen. “I got a bit carried away. At least I didn’t punch a hole in the guy,” Molly added, then gave a soft shrug. She was more than ready to leave the scene, she didn’t want to run into the cops that had most likely been called in at this point. (For one thing, she was possibly still being reported as a ‘kidnapped child’, but she also really didn’t want to be taken in and sent to an orphanage or something again).

“Look, unless you want to take me in or whatever for this... I’m going to leave.”

[mielmoto]

❝ okay listen— lovingly, tenderly, gently, and with so, so much of my heart: you sorta’ look like you’re on the edge of a nervous breakdown. or maybe you’re going to, like, spontaneously combust. either way, the vibes are not superb. ❞ 

❝ so, options: do you want to talk about whatever is making you crazy, or do you just, like, want a distraction? ❞

@mellodiies​​  ♥’ed

[mollyfreakinhayes]

@whitcphoenix → Starter Call

“You’re staring. Which is totally rude.  Unless you’re looking at my hat. Pretty awesome, right?”

She was older, but her fashion sense (at least when it came to hats had remained the same).  Molly didn’t have a lot of money, so most of her clothes looked a little worn and maybe short sometimes. But her hats? She kept them in good condition. “It’s a cat, of course. ...Some people have said, like, a rabbit or dog or any other animal you can think of but...” She took a sip of her drink, sucking through the straw and giving a shrug, “It’s a cat..”

[mollyfreakinhayes]

@vibrantinferno ♥ Starter Call

“Did you-- Did you see them?           I didn’t mean to do that, I didn’t.”

She wasn’t sure who she was speaking to, just the first person she ran into after the... little incident. After all her years of travelling and training, of practice, she had stopped breaking things accidentally. Molly had far better control now. But sometimes her concentration (or her willpower) just slipped. This accident had been worse than usual because people had been there to witness what she could do.

“They were just-- What they were saying about mutants, and just people in general... It was annoying, it was tough to cope with and I didn’t mean to do it. ...Okay, that’s a lie. I did. I mean, I lifted a freaking car to try and scare them. It totally did.”

And they had shouted obscenities, had gotten angry with their fear. One had run but the other had chased her until she had shaken them off and now she was here babbling to a stranger. “I have to go.”

[mollyfreakinhayes]

@bcbyant ♥ Starter Call

“Cassie! Hey, Cass!” It was not often that Molly was ever able to run into someone she knew. When she first ran away her friends were those she ran away with, and the children at her school. But mostly she wasn’t close with the other school-children. Now, a few years further down the line she pretty much only had steady contact with her fellow runaways (and sadly those ties were also starting to fade).

So when she saw the familiar blonde, her face had lit up with excitement. She had all but raced over to the other, which was no easy task when the soles of her shoes were coming apart and she was trying not to fall. “Cassie, hey! Hi. Hello. It’s so awesome to see you.” And Molly truly meant that. She never tended to run into people she viewed as nice or kind - but Cassie had always been both, and quite open with her.

[mollyfreakinhayes]

@wundagorewitch ♥ Starter Call!

The young mutant quickly pushed herself up from the ground, swearing internally (she couldn’t swear aloud, Nico hated that from her). She raised one leg, balancing precariously with no where near the grace of a flamingo. Looking at the sole of her converse, she mentally swore once again. It was almost completely worn out - it had gotten caught on something, the flappy end, causing her to trip. Luckily, she was in a secluded area and Molly doubted anyone had seen. Still... She’d need to acquire money from somewhere for new ones....

She wasn’t sure where said money would come from. Karolina was busy, Chase was busy, Nico was busy... There weren’t exactly any proper adults in her life, and she had no financial backer really. She wouldn’t stoop so low as to steal either (at least not yet). Though she had no cash, it wouldn’t hurt to head further in town to check out the stores. She hurriedly quickly to the end of the street, turning round the corner and brushing past someone as she headed onwards. She had a destination in mind now. But she did at least give a ‘sorry’ as she bumped into them, and a quick grin. Molly would have continued onwards but again she tripped - at least htis time she didn’t actually fall.