#selkie.start

[scoutxselkies]

Three strokes later, the Hamburglar was back on their bullshit. The appetizers cradled against her chest stained her jailbird costume with marinades and dipping sauces. Food stains wouldn’t win the costume contest, but she supposed one could argue that a smattering of ketchup enhanced her outfit’s authenticity as a McDonald’s character. 

Gliding on a pair of bubblegum pink Heelys, she swerved past an elderly benefactor and plucked his drink right out of his hands. She chugged the punch, clicked her tongue at its artificial sweetness, and tossed the emptied cup behind her. Her body’s healing factor could detoxify a little Bliss and Zombie without too much of a hassle. “Keep up with the aspirin regimen, Gerald!” she said. “And stay away from sugary drinks.” 

Scout didn’t consider her actions heroic. Judging by the offended uproar she skated away from, she’d sooner be considered an asshole than a hero by popular consensus. But nevertheless, she endured the complaints, the oregano flakes sticking to the fuzz of her costume, and the cool slip of olive oil seeping through her shirt sleeve. 

Someone attempted to stop her -- from, presumably stealing from the elderly -- and as Bliss effected her balance, she fell. Food tumbled out of her hands. Browned, plump domes of portabello mushrooms rolled across the floor, their toasted breadcrumb and crab meat stuffing spilling. Golden garlic knots left streaks of olive oil on the ground, a teriyaki skewer hit the ground with a wet smack, and rings of deep fried calamari flaked everywhere. 

Scout groaned.

“Look, I did Gerald and his Merry Band of Geriatrics a favor.” 

[kalindathorn]

Mystique’s Antiques occasionally had cases of new butterfly specimens that Kalinda had yet to add to her collection, but this time when she walked in she had seen a beautiful skull, perched on top of a grandfather clock closer towards the back of the shop -- probably so it wouldn’t put off potential customers walking by the storefront. He had a gold tooth and a small sheet of paper sold with him that gave a snippet of his life story and how he came to Mystique’s. 

And so, Kalinda walked out of the shop with one more skull to her collection, if you could call it that. It was three people so far, Henry would be the fourth. Now he was bundled safely in cloth within a glass case with more cloth around the glass. Kalinda was so focused on thinking about where to display Henry in relation to her other friends that she missed the tree root and promptly tripped, Henry starting to fall out of her arms. “Henry!”