#and i had to take off my jacket scarf ect and was going to walk home

[digiweed]

Guy at late night pizza place, waiting for ranch, was cute. So I squeezed the sauce too hard and it literally exploded over myself and the entire store. I mean it literally hit the walls. Covered my entire body except my hat. Might kms. Fr fr.

[kai-anderson-whore]

writing prompt: Adult world au in which Alex dumps the character played by Emma Roberts and starts dating the reader but the reader doesn't even know Alex likes her until he shows up at her apartment

Ripping off the band-aid (alex adult world x fem reader)

Warnings: none

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Another long day at work, you didn't exactly hate your job nor liked it, one because it's a sex store, so you felt awkward with things, but what got you through it was alex he was a good friend who mentored you.

You both shared a love for art, spending time outside of work painting and what not, you were close friends, recently alex broke up with amy not long after she left the store for another job in a different state he said they were naturally drifting apart anyway so they weren't too bummed about it.

You and alex grew more closer a strong bond between you both, going to each others places after work to paint ect.

Alex loved your company in work, and outside of work, he grew to have feelings for you, he never voiced them to you scared you never felt the same about him, but little did he know you infact did.

You grew feelings for him when you first met him on your first day of work whilst he was with amy but he never knew, you thought if you can be friends then that's enough for you.

Stocking the shelfs with the latest "flims" making sure they go in the correct place, "Hey y/n there's a party tonight if you want to go?" Alex asked scratching the back of his neck waiting on your answer.

"Not tonight alex I'm not really feeling up to partying tonight maybe another time" you smiled politely, Alex's smile fading for only a split second, "Yeah that's cool- hey are you okay" he asked wanting to double check if your okay which made you smile.

"Yeah I'm okay alex just not I'm the partying mood tonight plus I have a shift early in the morning" you chuckled placing the last dvd on the shelf, "and done" you sighed.

Now your shift was over able to close the store for the night, "closing time" alex said staring to lock the place up, "finally I'll need to walk my dog once I'm back" you said, "Oh yeah how is bruiser anyway" he asked talking about your pit bull bruiser.

"He's great actually his paw is healing well and he's out and about now" you said your dog hurt his paw a few weeks ago resulting in him with a bandaged paw for a few weeks, "that's great I should come over and see him soon" alex chuckled making you giggle, "you should alex I think he misses you" you said grabbing your long coat along with your hat and scarf since it was the cold season.

"Yeah we'll arrange a day" he smiled grabbing his jacket and hat, putting it on, "Ready to go?" You asked walking to the door, "Yeah let's go, want me to drop you off?" He offered you nodded accepting his offer, "you got the key?" He asked you said yes locking the door.

Entering Alex's car he hopped in the drivers side staring the engine, driving you home you both chatted about anything you could within the twenty minute drive.

Making it outside your apartment alex stopping the engine turning to you, all he wanted to do was tell you how he felt or cup her face and kiss your soft lips right now, but he had to restrain himself scared he would ruin the great friendship you had built over the last since you started working in adult world.

"Thanks alex for dropping me off I'll see you tomorrow" you smiled grabbing your things, "no problem want me to pick you up?" He asked as you were getting out the car, "if its no problem" you replied alex shrugged it off, "not at all be up early" he joked making you roll your eyes, "okay see you tomorrow" you smiled closing the car door and into your apartment.

With a sigh you closed your front door, being greeted by bruiser, "Hey baby" you smiled petting your dog, "did you miss me" you cooed as he wagged his tail all excitedly, "come on we'll take you for a quick walk then we can relax" you said placing his lead on him then back outside taking him for a walk.

(Alex's pov)

The party was a boring without y/n there she was the light and soul of any party she attended, always knew how to have fun that's was I liked about her, along with any other things, I thought I couldn't like anyone the way I liked Amy but y/n seemed to prove me wrong and she didn't even know.

I yearned to tell her how I feel to rip off the band-aid and let it all out for once and for all, but the fear of ruining our friendship.

I sat in a corner not really socialising with people a red solo cup in hand with I don't know what, i didn't feel like getting wasted just one drink or two then home, it wasn't the same without y/n at a party alone.

Deciding to call it a night I went and left my half drank cup on the side amd left the party, driving home I drove by y/n's house unknowingly stopped ar the carpark of the apartment....

(Y/ns pov)

You were asleep your dog laying across your legs snoring,your hair was a mess on the pillow, as the weight of the night lulled you into your current slumber, only to be awakened by bruiser barking loudly by the door making you furrow your brows in confusion of who could possibly be at your door at 3 in the morning.

Getting up from the bed now hearing the knocks at your door, bruiser going more crazy by that noise, you grabbing his collar so he wouldn't run out the house, opening the door to reveal alex.

"Alex what are you doing here it's three in the morning" you said with half sleepy eyes, "I need to talk to you" he sighed you stepped aside letting him in locking your door, bruiser all over him as he greeted your dog.

"Okay what's up?" You asked taking a seat on your bed, "I don't know exactly how to tell you this so I'll just rip the band-aid off I like you y/n a lot, and I know you don't feel the same and I'm cool with that as long we can be frin-" You cut him off with a light giggle.

"What's funny?" He asked confused you shook your head "just the fact that you couldn't see I felt the same about you alex" you blushed, "really you do" you nodded moving closer to him.

Till your lips locked together alex wanted to do that since the moment he saw you, the kiss was even better than you could imagine till bruiser jumped in the middle making you both pull away laughing.

"Stay here tonight alex it's too late to go out anyway" you said with a yawn, "do you mind?" He asked unsure if you really meant it, "yes alex if I wasn't I wouldn't have asked" you smiled getting under the covers so did he.

The room was quiet you were unsure what this meant for you both, "alex?", "Yeah?".

"What are we" you asked turning to face him in the bed, "well we could try and see were this leads us you know test the waters" he suggested making you smile, "I'd like that" you replied kissing his soft lips one more time before falling asleep in his arms.

[rrameyguerrero]

Worldbuilding: Clothing

The clothing in the world you are building should make sense for the weather, the materials available, and culture. Poor people usually don’t wear the clothes that more wealthy patrons can afford. Time period is important if you are designing something based off of something from earth. There might even be gender norms that you character can choose to comply with or not. Do your characters have accessories, like belts, scarves, or jewelry? Do they have a concept of modesty? Do they wear make-up?

Creating fashions for your world can be a daunting task. I suggest using tools, like Pinterest, to gather ideas. You can look up other people’s ideas for current and past fashions from around the world. One thing to keep in mind though, you never want to appropriate someone else’s culture. Taking inspiration is one thing but ripping someone’s culture off because it’s pretty isn’t ok. So make sure you are being respectful.

While creating your fashion, you might want to jot down traditions. Maybe your characters have dress clothes for special occasions, work clothes for work, and leisure clothes for leisure. Or perhaps, your characters simply wear what is comfortable all the time. Some people may only change their clothes every few days. Some people change their clothes multiple times in a day.

Perhaps your character is going to a special event like a festival, wedding, or ball. They might purchase a new outfit, make one, or wear something they already own. Special events are times to show off the fashion of a particular world.

Suppose your characters are going on a journey of some sort. Do they pack a lot or a little? I make a DND style bag with a list of outfits to keep track of items brought. My main characters only pack a few outfits for a journey, and they only change their clothes when they need to. The ruler of Wen packs a whole trunk. She has a different outfit every day. Her travel attire still reflects her status.

What materials are available to the country? For example, Charozod is a fishing country. They catch these massive rainbow fish, and they use the scales for their clothing. When it is cold, they wear beaver skin coats. In Wen, on the other hand, each tribe has their own prevalent fashions. Yerikuu with money often wear spidersilk tunics and brownspun pants. Yerikuu who live communally, wear willowfiber or cotton tunics with brownspun pants.

Think of the type of fur, plant, and synthetic materials that are available. Cotton is a plant native to tropical and subtropical climates. Without machinery, harvesting cotton is a labor-intensive process. Cotton used to be expensive because of this process. On the other hand, it dyes well. Hemp is becoming more popular, but in order for it to become processed enough to make clothes, it would require some type of technology. Linen comes from the fibers of the flax plant. It grows in a variety of climates. Grass can be used too, but I don’t know how durable this would be.

Wool is an animal-based product that can come from a sheep, goat, yak, reindeer, llama, alpaca, and even rabbits. Wool is versatile and usually takes dye well. Wool can be knitted, crocheted, or woven to various weights.

Leather can be made from any animal skin (almost). Snakes, cows, buffalo- anything. Leather is very durable and can be waterproof. It is advisable to use leather as outerwear and shoes. Furs can also come from any animal. So let your creativity shine. Furs are often associated with cold weather climates.

Silk is often made from a moth larvae that feeds on mulberry trees. But as I mentioned before, my world has spidersilk. So you can have anything. Silk has a smooth texture and takes dyes well. It can be worn where it is cold as well as where it is hot.

When making fashions for your world, it is important to consider dyes. What do they have at their disposal? How would they create the color that you envision? The easiest colors to have are earth tones, like browns and greens and greys. Some cultures make reds from beetles or tiny snails. Maybe if your characters live on the coast, they can use squid ink to make something close to black. Flowers can be used, it would take a lot of them to make one item.

Your character’s religion, magical, or social caste will also probably influence their dress. Maybe a certain group covers their heads for one reason or another. Maybe others don’t. Maybe a certain group wears robes all the time. Maybe others pierce or tattoo their skin once they reach a certain milestone. How do these groups perceive the other?

Climate is a major factor in what we wear, so it should be important to your character too. I live in South Texas- it is November now- and I am walking around in shorts. My uncles in Chicago have already had to pull out their light jackets. This is in the same country. So, it is important to know how large a region your MC’s homeland is.

For someone who lives where it rains all the time, they might own some type of rainboot and rain jacket with a hood. Waterproof clothing is a must for when it’s always wet out. Maybe they oil or wax their fabrics, or maybe they have extremely tightly woven fabrics.

Someone who lives along the beach may have multiple bikinis. Maybe they have sunglasses and sandals. Anyone who lives in a colder climate will have warm fabrics and lots of layers. Perhaps they wear a coat, cloak, scarf, and gloves to protect themselves from frostbite. Remember, dark colors absorb heat.

People who live where it is hot might wear loose, light fabrics. Perhaps they wear a head covering and sunglasses. Maybe they wear less clothes- or no clothes. Be mindful of the sun. There’s a reason people in the desert are covered from head to foot.

A person’s livelihood will influence what they wear. A person who is a potter will want to wear clothing that doesn’t matter if they get it dirty. But someone who spins silk will want to wear clean clothes that are unrestrictive. Maybe your characters work in an office building or something similar. Fashion may be more important to them.

If a person’s career is to be a farmer or gardener, they might wear loose fitted clothing. Pants are probably going to be preferred over dresses. They will want to wear clothes that are durable, that don’t rip easily and are easily cleaned. Stable shoes are a must, unless there is an express reason for being barefoot (religion, poverty, ect).

Someone who is a fisher or a pirate might wear short pants or skirts so they don’t have wet ankles. They will want to wear something that dries quickly. Durable clothing is important when they are at sea.

Someone who does any sort of fighting, like a soldier or a police officer, will want something that does not restrict their movement. Depending on their fighting style, they may have protective equipment like armor, but not every culture uses armor. Armor can range from leather to steel plates. Sometimes rank is apparent by the uniform of the person, but others are uniform.

Lastly, People in your world will have items of apparel that are shows of wealth. Certain colors and jewelry are only worn by the rich. In the past, girls ruffled their sleeves or wore corsets. These things are purely to be fashionable. Long nails and restrictive clothing can go to show that this person is privileged enough to not work. Elaborate hairstyles are also signs of the rich.

Whatever you do, have fun with it.

 Here are some resources:

https://artsandculture.google.com/theme/explore-traditional-clothing-from-around-the-world/-gLSnpTzzdkwJw?hl=en

 Here are some blogs I found:

https://humanvariant.wordpress.com/2009/10/11/worldbuilding-clothing-and-fashion/

http://www.artofworldbuilding.com/culture-and-clothing/

[pbandjesse]

It snowed!! Like the perfect snow. It was grey and strong and very cold and then the roads were basically clear a few hours later.

It was a good day. I slept alright. Woke up at 8 a little overtired. But I was so excited that it was snowing I wouldn't fall back asleep. I just laid with James and let myself wake up slowly.

I got dressed in many layers. The heat is still out but Ms Tina called and said it should be finished this week so that's nice. And having all the curtains closed really did help. The bedroom window still feels like wind is coming through it so I put a scarf on the bottom to try to stop the draft. But I really just needed to keep the curtains shut. Even if I wanted to watch the snow fall, I could only do it for so long if I wanted to be cozy.

I would really enjoy my day though. James made me a little breakfast. Toast and vegetarian sausage. Which was very good. I just sat in the bed and watched the snow for a long time.

Eventually I would get up and do some cleaning. Not everything I wanted to do but enough. Sweetp ate some bacon grease and threw up. Which led to a big laugh when James's was like. Impossible!! I have been so good about throwing away the tin foil I cook on. And I'm just like. James I just saw it on the counter.

But we cleaned up and I did some work on my print. I did mess up one part so I got frustrated with myself and didn't finish. But I got a huge area done and that's good enough for now. I will do more tomorrow. I also did my line for my blanket. I have an idea about adding a line every month so like January all the days get one line, February every day gets 2, match gets 3, ect. But that might be to much?? I'm not sure. I have the rest of the month to decide. I think it could be a cool idea though.

James was playing a video game. But they were supposed to go drop off their laptop and things to the health department. I was not pleased because it was snowing so much. But as the morning turned into the afternoon the sun came out.

I had a little lunch. And James started getting ready to go but I was nervous about it so I asked to come with. I quickly out my snow boots and big winter jacket on. And we headed out.

The snow sheet James out on the windshield helped a little. I think it is supposed to be punched under the wipers because it flipped up a little. But it did help! James did most (all) of the cleaning off of the snow. I was thrilled that they were getting damp. But the Subaru did a great job driving on the icy roads. And we slowly made out way to that part of the city.

It was actually closer to wildwood, where I used to teacher, then I thought it would be. James was a little upset when no one was there when we got to the building. But we didn't have to wait long.

The plan after was to go meet up with Lane and walk around for a bit. And that was really nice!! I think we should have driven home first. She lived right down the block from James's old studio apartment so it would have made slightly more sense. But it was so nice to see her. I miss when she would come over. Stupid pandemic.

She said she could tell it was us from down the street from our shapes. This gave me a huge laugh. We are very shape.

We walked around. The sidewalks were very icy. It was 30 degrees out and the world didn't know what to do with that since yesterday was 60. But it was still nice seeing people sledding. I think I should get a sled. Next time I see a small one at the thrift store. Just to have.

We would go see Lane's new apartment after that. Which was weirdly shaped but very cute. I love her maximalist style. She even had an in unit washer and dryer. Lucky duck.

I was getting very tired though. From being so cold and then being so hot and the walking and snow always makes me sleepy. So I asked to go home. I felt bad taking James from Lane early. But I needed to sleep.

We got home and we had muffins. Sweetp ate some of mine. And then I slept for almost two hours. Which was what I needed but I was started awake by a loud sound. Still don't know what it was but it woke me up and I felt very very tired. It took me a while to shake it off.

James had gone to buy eggs. And was getting started on dinner. Which was very good. But took a long time and I was only slightly annoyed but that was just me being hungry and tired.

Once we had dinner it was great. And we hung out on the couch for a while. Until I went to take a hot bath. Which made me feel great. Clean and soft.

I am in bed now. I was scrolling on Instagram and saw the coach bag I just thrifted and learned it's called the city bag. So I looked it up and the coach website sells the vintage one for almost $600. So I am the best thrifter obviously. Cherish my little bag.

Now is time to wind down for sleep. James starts their new job at the museum tomorrow. I'm so proud and excited. Of them and to work together again. And I will enjoy my time being alone tomorrow. It's good for me to have that time and honestly it makes our relationship stronger when we have time apart to have things to tell each other!!

I hope you all sleep great tonight. Take care of each other!!

[that-one-demonic-entity]

Unpheasant and Hawkward

Ok, okokokokok; I was working on one of my fanfics in class because I had nothing to do; I was done with everything in that class so I take the time to like you know, write a bit because I was in the mood for and I had started a collaboration fic with my sister. So here I am working on my and my sister's fic, compiling birds puns onto a doc and writing the actual story. And my teacher comes over, she does rounds around the classroom to make sure we aren't looking at inappropriate things like, I don't know, Tetris.

And she asks, "(my irl name), what are you working on?".

Here's the thing, I'm usually very open with the fact that I write fan-works and original stories, ect; if I like something or have a feeling about it, I'm going to express it with written words and I share those words when Im in a comfortable place or with a person Im comfortable with to share them in real life.

This teacher is not one of those people, neither is her classroom - full of people I don't know - is the place.

She's a great teacher but I'm not going to tell her the details of my hobby, writing, otherwise known as staring off into space for 5 hours while the document blinks empty.

So I say, "I'm working an a project with my sister.". Hoping that will get me out of answer any more questions of what exactly I'm doing.

Like a fool.

The teacher of course asks, "Oh what's it about?", now I can't tell anything about what Im actually doing here because I was writing a fanfic and 1) I don't the people and their opinions on that (usually I don't care but this is an entire class with a right-leaning teacher) 2) Im socially awkward - someone please send help. I just usually live in my brain where the writing thoughts are here, work/school mind here, burn-outs that are happening more and more often because I need to learn how to take proper care of myself once in my life - in the trash, and everything else scattered in random places and can be found on the floor. You could probably accidentally step on my will to do anything in the first five seconds.

So I of course say, "A cryptid who chucks sweaters at people.", because that's what it's about really; a cryptid - Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, chucking sweaters at people. It's a wonderful concept and I love writing about these sweaters just pelting people.

Can you imagine the shock of getting hit by a sweater?

Like you're just walking down the street; it's a bit cold and you wish you wore a jacket but you didn't because you never checked the weather.

Then out of NOWHERE a sweater, might I add a very nice sweater, just slams into your face.

You cradle this gift from the heavens as you look around; who could've thrown this?

There's no one in sight, you can't hear anything except the wind.

So you put the sweater on and it's the best sweater you'll ever own. You go home and yo go online asking about your experience, "I just got pelted with the nicest sweater ever and I have TWO questions.".

"ONE, where did this sweater come from because I NEED MORE. And TWO, who threw the sweater?".

You Google these questions, you ask your friends and family, you talk to the locals about this phenomenon.

Nobody knows who this guy is and where the sweaters are coming from. There's tales about it online, about a man whose 7ft tall, red glowing eyes, a white scarf, blurry details from what they can remember of the glimpses of this man whose been chucking these high-quality sweaters at people. Hell they even wrote a song about it!

Now you're fully invested in writing about Todoroki Shouto trying to figure out his true identity - his homeroom teacher. And later on you find out about whose making the sweaters, Keigo who is Aizawa's adopted son. He cracks bird puns all the time - which I know is 'creative' of me but if I like Im going to write it.

But...

I can't tell my teacher any of this; it's the middle of a test (I already finished), people are trying to catch up, and Im not the most social of people without a script or time to write out what I think.

So I think of the doc of bird puns I've been compiling for Keigo, and tell her.

"What do you call a conversation that went sideways? Unpheasant and Hawkward.".

Here's the fic I'm writing w/ my sis: The Winter Wear Pro

[plutodexay]

For the first time in years (8)

Chapter 8, Neville content. Ao3 link (1370 words)

Draco’s owl is an exact replica of how he was most of Hogwarts. Six times, the little shit woke me up six times. At first it was just flying across my room, and yes, I’ll admit I am a light sleeper so this didn’t annoy me. The second time was chirping, Hedwig and him seemed to be having quite the conversation perched right outside my door. They only stopped ‘talking’ to one another when I got up, kind of like they wanted me to believe I was only hearing things. The third, fourth, and fifth were very similar, the owl was just really loud. He just felt the need to do the loudest things he could do. Walking around instead of flying, knocking things off the counter to see if it’d wake me ect. Half the time I just had to pretend to be asleep, for some reason I thought that’d stop him. 

Now the sixth time was different, the sixth time is what proved this owl is exactly like prepubescent Draco Malfoy. Awoken for the last time was when the bowls from last night clattered to the floor. Of course I had to get up and investigate, only to find my kitchen in shambles. 

Pages from the muggle magazines everywhere, some ripped to shreds, others just thrown haphazardly. Bowls and silverware scattered across the floor of the kitchen, thankfully nothing was in them. The roll of paper towels was now completely unrolled and wrapped around practically everything above a certain height. Candy wrappers from last night now out of the trash and piling up beside it. 

And this owl, this tiny ass owl, was just sitting there. Perched on the backs of one of the kitchen stools ‘mione got me this past year. Just staring at me, head ever so slightly tilted at me. As if in confusion, like it didn’t just destroy my kitchen. After staring at me for a few moments, the owl decided to go back to where it landed the night before; looking down at the scroll I had brought down the first time he woke me up. 

Sighing, I walked over to him to tie the parchment to his leg and then opened the window, more than ready to rid my house of him. Only for him to rub against my hand and nibble the tip of my finger. Looking back up at me before biting hard on my finger before flying out. It really makes sense why this is Draco Malfoy's owl. 

...

Neville was already sitting at the table when I walked up. Still, I was ten minutes early, but he’d obviously already been here for a bit. Thankfully, he’d decided on an outside seating since nobody else was around. He was anxiously tapping his foot against the concrete, quietly sipping his drink. Knowing him, it was probably hot chocolate.  

The moment he saw me he started waving, very enthusiastically, as normal. Chuckling at him, I went to go take my seat across the small table from him. It was a bit chilly out so he was very bundled up, unlike myself who forgot to look at what the weather was before I left. The obviously old gryffindor scarf stood out against his black coat jacket thing, it looked like one of those fancy ones that felt way heavier than it looked. 

“I ordered you coffee already, it should be out in a minute.” He spoke up once I sat down, nodding towards the receipt on the table. Of course he’d already paid for it, since he never stops arguing when people won’t let him pay for things. 

“Thanks.” I nodded back as he took another sip of his drink. Someone came out and placed what I’m presuming to be my drink. 

“So.” He looked up at me before continuing. “How’d the letter go.”

“I’ve been here for a minute and you already want to talk about that?” 

“Did you want to talk about anything else?”

“Well, no” We both started laughing at that. “The letter went as expected I guess?” He nodded to me as I spoke, his anxious foot tapping coming to a halt. A small smile crept up onto his face, and he leaned his elbows on the table, exaggerating his movements. 

“Where did you ask him to meet?” His voice being weirdly high pitched, obviously trying to seem like a gossiping teenager. 

“My house actually.” 

“Smart” Chuckling at me, he went to take a sip of his drink again before getting out of his chair, originally at me to follow. “Do you know what you’re going to do when he’s there?” Getting out of my own seat to follow him, I shook my head in response. I’d really only focused on getting the letter to him, not what was going to follow. 

We’d started walking along the sidewalk, it was typical for us. Every Saturday afternoon when we aren’t at Hogwarts we meet up here. Sitting at the table talking for a few minutes before getting up and walking as the place got crowded. We walk the same sidewalk every single time. Kind of like we’re so used to one another back at the castle that even the repetitiveness of it all doesn’t stop us. 

“I don’t really have a plan if I’m being honest.” I spoke up after we got a bit of a ways away from the coffee shop. Quickly I rushed to throw away my drink before walking back besides Neville.

“Well I guess the thing to think about is, where do you want to go with this?” Glancing towards me before continuing. “Like, where do you want this relationship to go with him?”

“What do you mean?” I wasn’t exactly following him.

“Do you want to be friends? Or more?” Or more? With Draco Malfoy? 

“Have you lost your mind?” Neville laughed so loud that it caused the birds walking along with us to fly away. His head thrown back and his hand residing on his chest. Harshly, I pushed his shoulder in an attempt to get him to stop. Shortly after that he started to calm down. 

“I’m just saying, everythings a possibility.” His voice cracked with laughter as he said so, quick breaths coming through his nose. He put his hand on my own shoulder this time, shoving me but not as harsh as I did to him. “But hey, if you just wanna have a nice, friendly, night with him, just watch a movie.” Friendly was emphasized. All they do is mock me, every single one of my friends, mock me, for no reason. 

“You really think I should just watch a movie with him?” 

“Yea why not?” He asked, going to throw away his own drink before joining me again. “The woman I’ve been seeing recently? Her and I watch movies all the time at our places.” Pulling out his muggle phone that Hermione made him get, he pulled up a picture of them. It looked like his living room. And there they were, just sitting on his couch in nightwear, all smiles and just, happy looking. 

“She looks nice.” 

“Better than, truly.” Smiling at his phone, he shut it off and put it back in his coat pocket. “We tend to just hang out and watch movies, the trick is to pick one that isn’t too interesting. So if you want to talk through it you can and you won’t miss anything, and if you don’t you actually watch it.” He skipped over a crack as he said so, his face showed knowing glee. 

“Yeah, a movie could work.”  Pulling out my own phone, I typed in his description of what type of movie we should watch. “Do you think I should get snacks too?” 

“At least drinks, snacks depending on how long the movie is.” He was still skipping over cracks in the ground, only less enthusiastic atm. Once he stopped skipping he checked his watch before looking back at me. “You’ve got this Harry, even if you think you don’t.” Patting my back in a gentle and friend type manner. 

“Thank you.”

Smiling at me he nodded. I can handle a movie, movie and drinks, or snacks. I got this.