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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 17, 2020 2:16:31 GMT -5
Hi, this is just a sub thread for Cool, Cool, Cool: Title of Your Roleplay, otherwise known as “Toyger” It’s a roleplay based off of brooklyn 99 and while the main page focuses on their actual work life and is in episode format, this is just a little thread for the same characters in their ~after hours~, it’s full of domestic stuff and time is sort of lenient here so there’s lots of little random plots going on at ones It is closed (much like the official thread is) but you are more than welcome to read along, if you would like! |
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 17, 2020 2:18:21 GMT -5
pees
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 17, 2020 2:24:20 GMT -5
Stop peeing everywhere, ya heathen
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 17, 2020 2:33:56 GMT -5
no I’m claiming my spot
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 17, 2020 2:39:06 GMT -5
The weekend had hit and Ives had left. His visit had been...a lot of things. Exciting, weird, stressful, but nice. Which was entirely fitting for Ives. Even Tortie had been...not the worst to have around.
However, after it was all over and Ives had left, Norman found himself sitting down on his couch, in his apartment, realizing how alone he was. In truth, being alone had always kind of bothered him, though he wouldn’t admit that out loud. Growing up he had been surrounded by his brothers, and for awhile he lived with Ives until Ives moved in with Nadia.
Now though...now he was alone.
Letting out a small sigh, Norman stood up and ran his fingers through his hair, careful to mind his foot. After the night at the bar, he had hurt it even worse and by now even Norman knew that he needed to be careful with it.
However as the thought of the bar came to mind, Norman paused.
The bar...
Closing his eyes, Norman went over the events that had happened there. Going, ordering lemonade, meeting Time, meeting Samhian, karaoke...and everything else.
Wait a second...
Had he...had he left his scarf there?
Curious enough about it to check, Norman entered his room and looked through his closet.
No rainbow scarf.
He must’ve left it at the bar.
Smirking slightly, Norman left his room and made a b-line for the door to his apartment.
Now, it was very likely that he was just fishing for reasons to leave the suddenly extremely lonely apartment, but really, did it matter? He couldn’t work today and everyone else was busy, he needed to find something to distract himself.
So it seemed as if he was back on his way to the Rainbooze.
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Once he got there, Norman stared up at the bar. It didn’t look nearly as full of life as it did during the night, but it was open.
Pushing the door open, Norman walked in and started over to the bar, snapping his fingers to get the bartender’s attention. “Hey, I think I left my scarf here-“ Before Norman could continue, the bartender pointed a beefy finger towards a table with a box on it, the words “Lost & Found” written on it in bold black marker. ”Thanks,” Norman muttered and pushed himself off the counter, moving towards the box with ease.
He rifled through it a little bit until finding his scarf. It had a new stain on it and Norman wasn’t too keen to figure out how that stain got there, but despite that he pocketed the scarf and looked around.
The bar itself was pretty much dead. There was a guy crying at a table, glasses full of variously empty drinks laid out in front of him. Clearly this guy was going through something. Beyond that though, it was pretty much empty.
Empty except for...
Norman squinted, emerald green eyes staring at a booth in the back in disbelief.
No...was that, was that Time?
What did he live here or something?
Brow raised and curiosity bubbling just underneath his skin, Norman made his way over to the booth and cleared his throat. “I don’t suppose you know the time, do you?” He questioned jokingly, not sure if Time would even remember him.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 17, 2020 14:31:16 GMT -5
Boston Waldo was extremely excited to be back in the game...and by that he meant he was excited to hang out with Antoine and Dorothy again, not that some external force was controlling everything and he literally hadn’t been able to do anything in over a year, though he supposed that it could technically work if that was the case as well, even if it wasn’t what he meant originally.
“Now, are you sure you’ll be okay?”
Boston Waldo looked over at his dad and smiled reassuringly at him. “Dad, you don’t need to worry so much, I’m just gonna be with Antoine and Dorothy, and Jules is even gonna be there, there’s nothing to worry about,” he reassured him with a small wave of his hand.
His father - Ty - didn’t seem entirely convinced but instead of arguing he just nodded and tapped his hands against the wheel of the car. “Alright, I’m not gonna fret over you then, I’m a cool dad, but just...text me if you want to come home, okay?” He asked, sending Boston Waldo a look.
One of those “I’m worried but I gotta keep up my cool dad act” looks.
Boston Waldo got them a lot.
He couldn’t exactly blame him, he supposed. Boston Waldo had been sick for awhile, really sick. He was better now, but some of that worry hadn’t quite left yet. Honestly though, Boston Waldo was just excited that he actually got to hang out with his friends again. “Okay, but you really don’t have to worry,” he told his dad with a smile, hoping it would be enough to reassure his father that he was fine.
Luckily after that, it wasn’t long until they got to Jules’ house and Boston Waldo quickly got out of the car. “Thanks for dropping me off, I’ll text you if I need anything, bye dad, love you!” Boston Waldo said hurriedly, about to head out when his father pulled him back through the window and pulled him into a hug.
The hug was a little uncomfortable since there was a car door in between them, but it was still nice.
“Love you too,” his dad told him before finally releasing him from the hug.
Boston Waldo smiled at him one more time before he said another quick goodbye and took off towards the house, ringing the doorbell a couple times once he got there.
This was gonna be so much fun.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 18, 2020 3:09:10 GMT -5
On one hand, TJ was pretty excited. He had been in the 99 for a couple days now and while he would say that he was fitting in better here than he was in his old precincts, he was still a little afraid he would mess it all up. Still, it wasn’t every day that one of his coworkers offered to hang out after work, that hadn’t happened since he got a drink with his old partner from the 65th precinct and well...he had gotten along with Thacker just fine, a lot better than he had a vast majority of his other partners, but Thacker was a little...eccentric.
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”So I grabbed that little bugger by his ears and tossed him clear across the field,” Thacker explained, gesturing wildly around with the drink in his hand, splashing the contents inside everywhere. Letting out a rather pleasant sigh, Thacker leaned back and placed his elbows on the counter of the bar, looking over at TJ with a smile. “So anyways, what was your first time playing double dutch like?” He asked.
TJ blinked, grabbing a napkin to wipe the beverage that had been splashed all over him off his face. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t play it as a kid, it’s the one where you use jump ropes, right? Or..or am I thinking of something else?” He questioned, honestly kind of assuming that he was thinking of something else, especially since he didn’t think throwing someone by the ears was part of jump ropes.
Thacker shook his head. “Nah, that’s the one, maybe we can play it sometime, I bet you’ll play fairer than that cheatin’ moose did.”
TJ paused, blinking slowly. “Wait...did you say moose?” He questioned and Thacker nodded, giving another smug smile.
Okay, TJ had to admit, he was pretty impressed. Not many ten year olds could fight a moose in a game of double dutch.
~ ~ ~
Anyways, the point was that it had been awhile since TJ had hung out with someone after work, and he really didn’t know anyone in Brooklyn, so hanging out with Val was going to be fun, no matter what they ended up doing.
Pacing back and forth slightly, TJ glanced down at his phone to check the time. He had off a little earlier than Val had and instead of leaving and coming back, he had opted to just wait...was that weird? Should he have done something else?
Before the panic could really seep in though, the clock on his phone inched forward a minute and Val was officially off of work. Now all TJ had to do was wait for her to show up.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 18, 2020 3:55:55 GMT -5
Now, Val very rarely had any of her coworkers visit her place. It was for several reasons, really. She was a very private person, for one, and didn’t like people snooping around her stuff. Secondly, she honestly just wasn’t very social most of the time. A few of the 99 had seen her apartment, though. Hazel had, and one time Callie had been paired with Val while she was new and Hazel was setting up a partner for her. They’d had to go to Val’s apartment for something, so Callie had been in her place then. There’s been a few times like that, where she’d been working a case with somebody and they’d had to stop at Val’s place.
The reason she’d invited TJ to visit her place that day was because he’d mentioned that he didn’t really know anyone in Brooklyn, that he hadn’t hung out with anyone outside of work for a while. Val remembered what it was like to be new, not just in the 99 but to Brooklyn and the city itself. She’d arrived in New York City a teenager, a girl who’d come from a well-to-do family with very little idea of how the real world worked and no idea how to take care of herself.
The feeling of now knowing anyone, not having anywhere to go, Val remembered that vividly. Which is one of the reasons she offered to have him round her place. That and TJ seemed to make her want to say yes to things she wouldn’t normally say yes to.
So she finished up her work, dropping off on Hazel’s desk the last of the arrest reports she’d been working on. The clock told her she was officially done for the day, so she grabbed her jacket and headed down to meet TJ. It wasn’t long before she spotted him waiting for her.
“Hey,” she greeted “hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”
She led the way towards where her bike was parked as she continued to speak.
“I thought we’d head to my place first, since there are plenty of places in walking distance from my apartment if you wanted to head out somewhere.”
She didn’t know what TJ would want, but if he wanted to go out to a bar and get a drink then there were places near her place where they could do that. She could show him around the area if he wanted. But for now her place seemed like a safe bet, she didn’t want to just take TJ somewhere without knowing what he wanted to do first. Taking him to a bar if that wasn’t what he wanted seemed a little inconsiderate.
“I got some bad news for you, though,” she said with a smirk, gesturing to her bike and grabbing the her bike helmet. She always carried a spare, which was good since she had one to give TJ now.
Once they were both ready, she got on the bike and nodded to the space behind her.
“Remember to hold onto my waist,” she cautioned
She had to steel herself a little, brace for the physical contact. She still didn’t really like to be touched, it still made her flinch sometimes, and she definitely wasn’t going to risk flinching in front of TJ. She didn’t hate physical contact, it just still made her react sometimes, especially if she wasn’t prepared for it.
“Alright,” she said “let’s go. If it helps, I live closer than Mrs Davis did.”
She already knew TJ was probably going to scream again, but there wasn’t any other way around it. She had to get her bike back to her place. So she started the engine, and moments later was driving off towards her apartment.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 20, 2020 3:39:35 GMT -5
Jumping slightly when Val spoke up, TJ lifted his head up from his phone and waved at her, smiling. “I wasn’t waiting long,” he promised, pocketing his phone as he followed her outside, his hands sliding into the pockets of his jacket once they were out in the cool air. It was mid March by now, and though it was beginning to slowly warm up, it wasn’t exactly warm yet. Now, neither the heat or the cold was all that bad for him, as TJ was really adaptable to the different kinds of temperatures, especially the cold, and his hoodie was honestly more like...a fashion statement than anything else.
Wearing a hoodie made him look cool and like he didn’t care what other people thought, it was a causal look and it worked for the vibe he was trying to create here.
But the point was, even though it wasn’t too cold or too hot, and the hoodie was a fashion choice above everything else, typically in March the weather fluctuated from warm to cold and a hoodie was the perfect thing to wear.
Eh, changing weather was alright, all things considering.
Could be a lot worse.
They could all be in forced isolation due to a world wide pandemic or something like that.
Luckily that wasn’t happening.
Glancing over to Val, TJ nodded along. “Sounds good to me, I did a bit of exploring back when I first arrived in Brooklyn, it was pretty fun, I found a place called the Rainbooze, have you ever been there?” He questioned, happy to chat away.
That is until he realized what was going to happen next.
Freezing in his steps, TJ looked down at the motorcycle in front of him, a frown inching its way up his face.
“You again,” he thought bitterly and he swore he could practically hear the bike taunting him, laughing at him in return.
TJ glared at it.
He refused to be bullied by a motorcycle.
Giving it a look as if to warn the bike that he was watching it closely, TJ looked back to Val and offered a sheepish smile. “Guess it’s too far to walk?” He guessed, letting out a small sigh as he caved and hopped back on the death machine, holding onto Val as he closed his eyes and prepared himself for the inevitable screaming about to happen.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 20, 2020 18:10:47 GMT -5
Val gave a satisfied nod when TJ told her he hadn’t been waiting long. That was good. She might do her best to act like she didn’t care what other people thought of her, but she didn’t like to be late or do anything else that might be considered rude.
And when he mentioned having done some exploring around Brooklyn when he first arrived, she couldn’t help but remember what it was like to be new around this city.
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Val was seventeen years old and new to New York City. Unfortunately, to make ends meet, the teenager had taken to occasional shoplifting and petty thievery. Not a lot, she just didn’t have a lot of money and wanted to save what she had to get herself an apartment properly and get herself off the streets. The money she’d saved at home would go a long way, but she’d still underestimated the cost of a month’s rent in this city. New York was expensive, but Val’s sense of the value of money had also been a little skewed by her rather well-to-do upbringing.
But her thievery was why she was currently seated in a police precinct - the 99th, as it happened -, across the desk from a detective who was inputting information into the computer. Val was distracted, her gaze on a pinboard on the wall next to her that seemed to detail a crime spree. Her eyes flicked across the map on the board, taking in the pattern of the crime spree.
“It’s pointless looking for records for me,” Val said with a roll of her eyes “there won’t be any.”
She’d said this because the detective had been silent for some time, searching furiously through the computer.
“Just leave the detective work to the actual detectives, kid.” he responded without looking up from his computer
“Detective work?” Val scoffed “detective work would be realising that your murderer’s crime spree fits the B11 bus route perfectly. You just have to monitor who takes that bus around the times the murders tend to happen and you’ve got your guy.”
As she spoke she gestured vaguely to the map on the board. Once she was done, she stood up and pulled her jacket on, shrugging a backpack onto her back before gesturing with her thumb towards the doorway
“Can I go now?”
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“I haven’t, actually,” Val said in response to TJ’s question “maybe we should check it out.”
For now though, getting back to her house was the priority. When TJ questioned whether it was too far to walk, all she did was give him a sympathetic look. It was too far to walk, but at least it wasn’t super far away. They’d be there pretty soon, so TJ wouldn’t have to suffer too much.
In fact, she was right, as it was only about ten minutes of riding later that they stopped outside of her apartment building. Val parked the bike in the resident-only parking spaces and removed her helmet, leading her way into the building and up the stairs to her apartment. It was only an awkward moment of fiddling with keys and unlocking the door before they stood in Val’s apartment.
It a relatively modestly-sized apartment, decorated in warm tones and dark colours, with an industrial vibe. It was quite cosy, to be honest. Val turned to TJ, offering him a small smile.
“Well,” she said “welcome to my place. Can I get you anything? A drink, something to eat?”
It was as she was speaking that an Abyssinian cat with warm-toned brown fur and green eyes padded into the living room, suddenly noticing TJ and fixing its eyes on him.
“Oh, sorry!” Val said “I forgot to mention, I hope you don’t mind cats. This is Cleo.”
The detective watched as Cleo approached TJ slowly, before circling around him, draping her tail around his legs and nudging him with her body. She could even hear the cat purring.
“Hey, she likes you!”
Cleo was a very good judge of character, Val had always thought so. She always knew she could use Cleo as a way to figure out whether she could trust somebody based on whether the cat liked them. And in fact, Cleo had never responded so well to someone so quickly before, except for Val herself. This was, then, a very good sign about TJ.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 20, 2020 19:01:17 GMT -5
The ride was just as unbearable the second time - third, or however many times he had been on the motorcycle since the first time - had been, but it was over now and that’s what counted. TJ blinked a couple times, trying to make sure his legs would actually move before he dared use them. The death bike always seemed to have a way of making his legs feel like jelly afterwards. Like he had just been on a really fast roller coaster and his body was still trying to keep up with what had happened.
Except he actually liked roller coasters.
Roller coasters were fun and quite frankly, safer than motorcycles.
On average, motorcycle related incidents were the cause of 4000-5000 deaths a year, with even more injuries to boot.
Roller coasters on the other hand, only caused about 4.5 deaths a year.
So yeah, statistics didn’t lie, TJ did his research before he plunged into justifying his fears, but this was a very valid fear.
It was science really.
Motorcycles: bad and led to death.
Roller coasters: good and fun, did not lead to death.
Shaking his head a little, TJ followed Val into her apartment and looked around. It looked nice, cozy even. It fit her. “Nice place, the apartment I found isn’t this nice,” he said with a small shrug, nodding along.
However he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a cute little cat make her way over to him.
TJ gasped, his eyes going wide. “A baby!” He squeaked, instantly kneeling down to pet her. “Oh, aren’t you just the cutest little thing? Yes you are, yes you are,” TJ told the cat - Cleo, apparently - as he pet her.
This was it.
This was what true love felt like.
Cooing at Cleo, TJ glanced over in Val’s direction. “I love her,” he told Val excited, sitting down on the floor to pet Cleo a little easier. “I don’t have a cat, just two dogs, but I grew up on a farm and we always had cats, in fact I helped a lot of our cats give birth to kittens, it was a lot of fun,” he explained, still petting Cleo as he talked.
TJ loved animals, and he liked to think that he was pretty good with them too, animals were drawn to him, he was an animal magnet and he honestly couldn’t pick a favorite.
That’s why the whole “dog vs cat” debate bothered him. Why did he have to pick a side? He loved them both equally, couldn’t he play for both teams?
But that wasn’t the point.
Looking back down at Cleo, TJ gently picked her up, careful to make sure she was okay with that before he placed her in his lap. “How old is she?” He questioned, scratching behind Cleo’s ears as he looked back up at Val.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 21, 2020 11:32:55 GMT -5
He hadn’t meant to stick around the bar for as long as he had. It just...it had been a bit too easy to sneak around and not get caught. Time didn’t know much about bars, but he figured the workers would be pretty good at finding people trying to stay after they closed, but apparently not. Or maybe Time was just that good at sneaking around and hiding. He supposed he was good at that if anything.
Now that the bar was open for business again, Time had slipped out of his hiding area - or he guessed technically his bed, that’s what it was at the moment. Either way, he was back out in the main area of the bar, back in the same seat he had been when he had met Norman and his friends and where he had to go through the whole Samhian thing. That had...that had been a lot, and had staying the night at the bar not been so easy, that would have been enough to get Time to head off somewhere else. There was only so much he could handle at one place.
Currently he wasn’t doing anything, mostly just trying to think about where he was going to go next. There was no way he could stay at this bar forever. Maybe there were a few motels nearby that he could weasel his way into. It would be nice to sleep on an actual bed again, and he probably really could go for a shower or something pretty soon. He could stay here for a few more hours, wait until it was dark out, and then find a new place to stay for a night or two. He had gotten pretty good at staying on the downlow and being able to get away with these things; he didn’t like it, but it was what he had to do right now.
Lost in his thoughts, Time didn’t notice somebody approaching him until it was too late.
Already on edge with everything he was currently going through, the voice coming from behind him caused him to jump out of his seat with a screech that sounded eerily like that of a velociraptor. He felt himself get off balance, and while he tried to catch himself before falling, he wasn’t able to and he was soon a fallen mess in the floor.
Embarrassment flushed hot red as he lay there, and it only got worse when he finally realized who had come up to him.
Time looked up from where he was in the floor, a sheepish look crossing his face. ”Oh, uh, hi, Norman.”
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 21, 2020 11:33:33 GMT -5
There was only one thing bad about this meet up and that was the fact that he was probably going to cave and go home with fifteen new cats. Other than that, N was honestly excited about this meetup. It had been awhile since he had last spent some quality time with Aria, and he was eager to get to catch up with her and have some one on one time with the former detective.
He was already at the place they had decided to meet up at - a cat cafe that had sounded like an amazing idea at first until N had gotten there and saw all the cats that they had. Already he had fallen in love with a little gray tabby, and the feeling was clearly mutual as the cat wouldn’t leave him alone. N would need a lot of willpower to not adopt the tabby after all of this was said and done. He knew he could easily take care of a third cat, but he hadn’t prepared his other two for another sibling, and it would be unfair of him to just bring a new kid into the household without a warning.
Maybe Aria would get here soon and he could take his mind off the fact that he very well could adopt another cat. While he had gotten there early, N was sure Aria would be there soon. He wouldn’t be able to completely ignore the cats, but he’d at least have something of a distraction then.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 21, 2020 11:34:44 GMT -5
A night out on the city was exactly what Grace needed. Things had been...hectic, to say the least, for her in the last week, and she really just needed time to relax and forget about everything that was going on. Her parents had been trying to get in contact with both her and her brother again, and while a lot of people would enjoy having their parents pay enough mind to try and talk to their kids, that wasn’t the case here. Grace knew there would be nothing good to come out of any contact with her mom and dad. All of this even had Noah on edge, and usually her brother didn’t tense up over things as easily as she did. He was always able to brush these things off, but she could understand why Noah would get tense over this. She was also tense about it all, which was why she really needed this little night out.
Before leaving, Grace made sure she was looking her best despite the stress she was going through. This was an important night for her - she was supposed to have fun, and it wasn’t just that, but she was going to be spending the night out with Callie, and Grace was pretty excited about that. The two weren’t just super close or anything like that, but it was a friendship in progress and Grace was excited to see where it went. Making friends hadn’t been easy for her since getting to America about seven years ago, so staying on good terms and getting to know Callie better was really important to Grace.
Now satisfied that she looked good enough and that she had everything she needed, Grace headed out. Even with the typical Brooklyn traffic it didn’t take long to get to the bar her and Callie had decided to meet up at and now all she had to do was either wait for Callie or find Callie if she was already there by now.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 21, 2020 13:54:08 GMT -5
Okay, not even his Sherlock level deduction skills could’ve predicted what Time would’ve done when he approached him. He had seemed like a sort of anxious guy when he had first met him, so Norman expected that he might be a little startled if anything, however this was...this was new.
Norman stepped back slightly when Time did...whatever it was he was doing, watching as he ended up falling to the floor with the grace of a demented slug, however perhaps the weirdest part was his loud, dinosaur-esque scream of...terror? Surprise? Both?
Whatever it was, the scream was absolutely terrifying and it took Norman by surprise for a moment, if only because it was so eerily similar to what Norman imagined a velociraptor would sound like. However despite the pit in his stomach, Norman did his best not to show it. He was a tough, strong, capable detective, he did not let the terrifying dinosaur screech of a somewhat stranger scare him.
Able to hold back any surprise from showing on his face, Norman leaned over and tipped his head to the side, staring down at Time with owlish green eyes. “You’re awfully skittish, aren’t you?” He questioned, offering a hand to him to help him up. “So are you like, a worker here...or just a regular?” He asked, brow raised slightly as he looked at him. “Regular seems a little unlikely since we both know the non alcoholic options here suck, and if you weren’t drinking alcohol before, I’m betting you don’t drink it regularly anyways,” he continued, curious as to why this...frankly kinda weird guy was still here...in the same clothes as before, by the looks of it.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 21, 2020 14:03:18 GMT -5
This clearly wasn’t Time’s best moment. He would have much rather reacted in any other way than the way he had reacted, but it was too late to go back and fix that. He was just going to have to accept his fate and live his life knowing he had been so scared by somebody approaching him he had fallen into the floor like some kind of useless worm.
If anything Norman didn’t seem all that inclined to linger on that whole fiasco - he at least wasn’t laughing or pointing out how idiotic Time was, so that was something to be grateful for. The other man was actually holding his hand out for Time, and after taking a moment to process everything, Time reached out and took his hand. ”I, uh,” he froze in his words as he used Norman’s hand to lift himself back up. ”It’s...kind of a complicated answer.” He clearly wasn’t a regular. He could maybe pass off as a worker, but even Time knew Norman would be able to see beyond that lie, but he wasn’t sure just how well the truth would go over in this scenario either.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 21, 2020 14:10:47 GMT -5
Once Time was back up on his feet, Norman put his hand back in his pocket and looked him over.
He was clearly in the same clothes that he had been in the other day, the bags under his eyes indicated a lack of proper sleep - which was something Norman had become well acquainted with - and quite frankly...he was sort of beginning to smell. Not too terrible...not yet, but it wasn’t exactly like he smelt amazing or anything, like freshly baked cookies or lilacs, or some kind of citrusy smell.
Those were good smells.
This...this was not a good smell.
Beyond the smell though, Time’s hair was also somewhat greasy and looked like it could use a good wash and brushing, and his clothes looked a little worse for wear as well.
Norman frowned thoughtfully. “Complicated?” He questioned, folding his arms. “Because to me, it seems like you might’ve just slept here or something,” he stated plainly.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 21, 2020 20:42:57 GMT -5
Time shouldn’t be surprised about Norman’s observations. His friend - Ives if Time remembered correctly - had mentioned Norman being a detective, so of course he would be observant enough to realize Time has been here since they had first met and that he actually had slept here. Which, if he was being honest, it had been a really good sleep. He hadn’t expected any place in this bar to be comfortable to sleep on, but it had been like curling up on a little cloud. Time wasn’t sure if he just had really low sleeping standards now, or if the bar somehow had incredibly soft places to lay on.
All that aside, Time found himself looking down, feet shuffling awkwardly across the ground as he tried to think of an answer that wouldn’t make him sound as weird or as lowly as he was currently. His initial response was to skirt around the question and avoid it, or simply try and come up with some kind of believable lie, but he already knew he couldn’t do that. Norman would catch him in the lie. It was his job to catch lies and put the truth together, there was no way Time could get out of answering this.
Slowly and shamefully Time brought his mix-matched gaze up to Norman. ”I, uh, yeah, I might have...stayed the night, but ya know, that happens.” He knew he was being extremely awkward right now, but how else was this supposed to go? This was just an awkward situation.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 21, 2020 23:10:53 GMT -5
Okay so now he had confirmation that Time had in fact, spent the night at the bar. Now, Norman didn’t know a whole lot about the establishment, but he kind of doubted that they would let people stay there all night, especially since they themselves would want to go home to their families and such. Which meant that most likely, Time had spent the night here without the owner’s or the workers’ knowledge.
Which brought up an even more interesting point. “Right,” he said curtly. “Wait here,” Norman told him and without waiting for Time to answer, he briskly walked over to the bar, paid for two lemonades and walked back over to Time, sliding the first lemonade across the table towards him. “Here, thought you could use something to drink, fair warning, it tastes like crap,” Norman told him, sitting down and taking a sip out of his own lemonade.
It was just as bad as it was the previous night, and by now Norman was contemplating whether or not he should just offer to make their lemonade for them. He made awesome lemonade...but also, that seemed a little unnecessary and chances were, they’d take offense of that and Norman had already caused enough trouble for the Rainbooze as it was.
Looking back over at Time, Norman raised his brow slightly.
He had questions for Time, a lot of them.
However he also sort of assumed that Time most likely hadn’t had anything to eat or drink yet, and that came before questions. “...So, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but uh, how’d you end up sleeping here?” He questioned as he took another sip of his drink.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 22, 2020 0:36:43 GMT -5
For how many places he had broken into to stay the night, Time was surprised this was the first time he had been found out. Technically he hadn't been found out by any owners of the places he had crashed at, but this still counted as having been found out. He could feel that his face was hot with embarrassment, and he could only imagine how flushed he looked now that Norman had found out why Time was still at the Rainbooze. It wasn't a bad place, but it certainly wasn't somewhere people could just casually stay the night.
He was trying to prepare himself for an onslaught of questions, but what happened instead was Norman telling him to wait where he was. Time blinked, clear confusion in his gaze. He couldn't even begin to figure out what Norman was going to do, but he listened and waited right there for the other man to return. Time watched as Norman went over to the bar and looked to order something. Well, Time couldn't blame him. The bar didn't have the best drinks or food, but it was important to nourish the body. Which, Time hadn't had anything since the orange juice from last night, and while he was starting to get used to not eating on a regular basis, he could feel his body starting to get somewhat shaky from lack of food and drink. Maybe after Norman left Time could try and get something to eat. He wasn't sure where he'd get anything he could actually eat, especially since he didn't really have the money to spend on a full meal, but he had survived on the streets this long, he could continue. There would be something out there for him if he looked hard enough.
It wasn't long until Norman returned. Time blinked, looking at him in silence for a moment when he offered Time a lemonade. "...You didn't have to," he responded after silence. Slowly he took the lemonade, looking down at it. He had just gone over the fact that he needed something in his system, and while it wasn't food, lemonade was a start even if it was kinda gross. "Thank you though." Even if Norman didn't have to do this for Time, he still very much appreciated it, and deciding to not let it go to waste even if it didn't taste that great, he took a sip, grimacing ever slightly at the way too watery flavor it had.
Yup, there were the questions.
Time set his lemonade down on the table as he drew in a deep breath. "Oh, you know, I just...I just kinda stuck around. Nobody here is apparently very good at noticing people sticking around after closing, or maybe they are but they just don't care enough to kick people out." Either way Time had clearly stayed even after the bar had closed. Maybe it wasn't that impressive of a feat, but he doubted many people could say they had been able to sneak around and successfully get locked inside a bar over night.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 22, 2020 1:10:18 GMT -5
Norman took another swing at his lemonade, eyes scanning over Time as he gave the most vague answer possible. Norman got the idea that he probably didn’t want to share for whatever reason, however he would admit he was...concerned. It had been dark when Norman had first met him, and he hadn’t noticed just how worse for wear he looked, however now in the light of day, and the general emptiness of the bar, Norman could catch a couple more prominent details about Time.
One, he was kinda skinny looking.
Like the sort of “I haven’t eaten in a few days and when I do eat, it’s not a lot” kind of skinny.
His clothes were a little ripped up and definitely stained in various places, hair a complete mess of grease, tangles, and whatever it had managed to collect over who knows how long, and well...it wasn’t long before Norman came up to a conclusion on his own.
Gulping down the last of his horribly watered down lemonade, Norman looked at Time for a moment. “...Don’t think I’m being rude or anything but uh...are you...well, do you not...” How did he phrase this in a way that wouldn’t either upset or potentially offend Time?
Norman glanced back down at his empty glass, clearing his throat. “You don’t have anywhere to go, do you?” He asked quietly, looking back up at Time to meet his mismatched eyes.
Noticing the little details and putting two and two together was kind of his job, and something Norman had always been incredibly good at and well, it didn’t actually take a whole lot of detective work to figure out that Time...might be homeless right now.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 22, 2020 1:33:23 GMT -5
It wasn’t all that hard to realize Time wasn’t exacrly in a good place right now. He looked like a mess, and not the kind of mess that came with the chance to fix it. He knew he looked worse for wear - he felt like that as well. If he could he would avoid the topic of not having anywhere to go, but it wasn’t a conversation he was unwilling to have. What he didn’t want to talk about was the reason behind why he was currently living on the streets, and he hoped Norman would leave that discussion alone. Preferably the whole him being homeless thing wouldn’t have been brought up, but it was too late for that. Time was just going to have to deal with the shame that came with confirming the other man’s suspicions.
His eyes glanced down at the floor like they had earlier; he wasn’t able to look at Norman as he gave a small, almost unnoticeable, nod. This was the part Time really wasn’t ready for. He was going to get pity more than likely, and he didn’t deserve pity. Time wasn’t homeless because he had been kicked out and ostracized by his family or anything like that. If anything he knew fully well that if he returned back to them they’d welcome him back home with open arms. Time had that option unlike many other homeless people. It was of Time’s own choice that he didn’t have a place to go to. He was completely at fault here and didn’t deserve the pity from anybody.
”Don’t worry about it though, it’s not that bad. I’ve managed this far.” His reassurance wasn’t that great, but he was trying. He didn’t want Norman worried about him or anything like that. He also didn’t want Norman to think lowly of him because of his current status, but mostly he just didn’t want the other man to feel sorry for him. This was something Time had done to himself and if he just got over himself he could fix all of this and have a home again. There was just...a lot he’d have to get over for that to happen, though, a lot that Time wasn’t sure he could ignore for the sake of having a place to stay.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 22, 2020 1:53:09 GMT -5
So his suspicions had been correct.
Norman felt a pang in his chest. Being out on your own wasn’t easy, it was hard even when you had a place to go. He didn’t know a lot about Time yet, certainly not enough to do anything rash, but at the same time, Norman liked to think he was a fairly good judge of character...at least, sometimes. There were a couple times that he had been way off on someone’s character and it had led to plenty of heartbreak, but even in those instances it wasn’t like Norman had been oblivious to the fact that the guys in question had been jerks, it was just that...well he didn’t know, he had still been drawn to them and it hadn’t ended well.
But the point was, he could read people, and Time...well he seemed fairly harmless, just someone that was in a rather unfortunate situation and could probably use some help, and that’s exactly what Norman was going to do.
Standing up, Norman cleared his throat. “Well, come on then, you need actual food in your system and quite frankly, you need a shower,” Norman told him pointedly, looking Time over with a sort of fixed determination that would not be swayed.
He paused slightly once he was on his feet, offering Time a look.”Unless, you’d rather stay here, I’d imagine you’re very busy, wallowing at bars and screeching like a dinosaur,” he added dryly.
Now, Norman still wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, or if Time would even come along in the first place, but he was taking this one step at a time and he couldn’t just leave him here, not when Time clearly needed a little help.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 22, 2020 7:03:41 GMT -5
“Eh, this place wasn’t great when I moved in either,” Val said with a shrug “you learn how to make them cosy.”
Her first apartment had been awful compared to this one. Absolutely tiny, the first one she’d found in New York cheap enough to house her. She’d only moved in once she knew she had enough for the deposit and a few months’ rent, which had meant living on the streets for a while. It had been the worst time of Val’s life, especially when it same to hiding the fact that she didn’t have anywhere to go from people at school. Working extra jobs outside of school and the money she’d brought from home had been barely enough to support Val through high-school and college until she got her job on the force. She’d always been able to scrape together enough money, even if she had to delay her rent a lot. She hated to admit it, but stealing had been a good way for her to get food. She’d been able to sell a lot of things she’d brought with her from her home, too. Electronics, jewellery, things she didn’t need. In the end, the only thing she’d kept apart from her clothes was the topaz necklace that always sat around her neck. That money went a long way towards rent the first few months she’d lived there.
She was glad she’d been able to move out of that place and into a better apartment
TJ’s reaction to Cleo, though, was enough to bring a smile to Val’s face. Cleo didn’t normally react this well to people, she very rarely bonded with anyone. She liked Val’s friends, Hana and Finn, but otherwise Cleo was kind of picky. It was good to see her being so friendly with someone
Not to mention that seeing TJ interact with the cat was very sweet. He was so excited to see Cleo, and he was very gentle with the cat. He seemed like such a kind and caring guy. Not the kind of guy Val was normally interested in, but then she supposed that was probably why she hadn’t really had a long-term relationship before. She kept picking guys that were bad for her, and she knew it frustrated the hell out of Finn, who had made it his personal mission to manage Val’s love life. Maybe she needed to look for guys who were more like TJ.
“That sounds so nice,” Val commented when TJ tallied about his dogs and growing up on a farm “I’ll have to meet your dogs sometime.”
She watched as TJ picked up Cleo, who seemed to have no objections to this, and placed her in his lap. The Abyssinian purred, curling up happily in his lap. Val was amazed at how comfortable Cleo was with him, she sometimes didn’t even like Val picking her up. Clearly Cleo and TJ were best friends now.
“She’s three,” Val responded “I’ve had her since before I transferred to the 99.”
She didn’t talk about her old precinct, the 81st, for many reasons. Her old captain the biggest of them. But she hasn’t always been at the 99.
The woman squatted down in front of TJ for a moment in order to give Cleo a quick pet before looking at TJ with some curiosity.
“So, you grew up on a farm, huh?” she questioned, rising to her feet before continuing “I guess the city must be a big change for you.”
She wanted to know more about him. Partly because they had to work together and that meant they’d have to trust one another, but also partly because she was genuinely curious. TJ had made some interesting first impressions to say the least, and she got the sense he wasn’t too good at them. He was the kind of guy you had to talk to more to get a real sense of what he was like.
She headed towards her kitchen, which was still visible from where TJ was; her place was largely open-plan, with a half-wall separating the kitchen from the living room.
“Is there anything I can get for you?” she asked
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 22, 2020 8:13:12 GMT -5
Callie had dressed up ready for her outing with Grace; a rose-gold tie-front top paired with jeans. She’d curled her hair so it fell in blonde curls past her shoulders, and she’d paired her outfit with black heeled boots. A pendant of rose quartz sat around her neck on a rose-gold chain, and she wore matching earrings. She was pretty happy with her outfit, though she tended to go for brighter colours and more fun prints usually.
She was glad for a night out with Grace, she wanted to put work into this new friendship. Besides, since her friend Frankie has gotten engaged she and Callie’s other friend Nia has settled down a lot and didn’t seem to want to go out as much anymore. Or when they did it was for afternoon tea. Callie had no problems with afternoon tea but she also liked to go out and have fun sometimes. Grace was perfect for that, she always seemed down for those kind of outings. Besides, she got on well with Grace, who was a lot of fun.
Callie was already at the bar and sipping on some kind of fruity cocktail - it definitely contained pineapple, she could taste it - when Grace entered. Catching sight of her friend, Callie hopped off the bar stool, drink still in hand, to give her friend a hug. Callie enjoyed both long island iced tea and any kind of fruity cocktail. Mainly because if she was drinking she had to have a sugar rush to go with it or it wasn’t worth it. Either way she was heading towards level one on the drunkenness scale the rest of the precinct had devised for her; a little spacey.
“Hey, hon!” Callie greeted “its good to see you.”
The blonde returned to her seat, patting the bar stool next to her to invite Grace to sit before turning to her friend.
“So how’ve you been?” Callie asked
It had been a while since the two had gotten the chance to speak properly, so Callie wanted to catch up. Plus if she got Grace talking the slight spaciness Callie experiences after one drink would be less obvious to her friend. She wasn’t drunk or anything, she was pretty much sober, but still.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 22, 2020 14:07:37 GMT -5
TJ quite honestly, couldn’t take his eyes off Cleo for very long. She was a gorgeous cat, and so friendly too, it was hard not to fall completely in love with her right then and there. TJ had always loved animals, and he had already decided that if the detective thing ever failed to work out, he was opening up an animal rescue. It was his backup dream job. He didn’t want to give up on being a detective, especially not since he loved the job so much, and it had been something he had always wanted to do, but it wasn’t like he was unaware that he had been on the verge of being fired a good amount of times.
So if he ever did get fired, TJ was going to go the animal rescue route...and probably move back to Connecticut, but for now that wasn’t a major concern.
“You definitely have to come over and meet my dogs sometime, Lacey is pretty old, I’ve had her since I was eleven, since before...” TJ trailed off, suddenly seeming even more interested in petting Cleo. He let the silence hang in the air a minute before clearing his throat and continuing. “Anyways, then I’ve also got Pickle, she’s only two, I adopted her from a shelter about a year ago, I had volunteered at the shelter weekly and well, I noticed she wasn’t getting adopted, and I didn’t know why, she was a sweetheart, but they were thinking of...you know-“ TJ paused to gently cup Cleo’s ears so she didn’t hear, figuring it might upset her. “Euthanizing her,” he whispered out with a small shake of his head before he brought his hands away from Cleo’s ears and kept petting her. “So I took her home with me,” TJ finished with a casual shrug.
It had been something he was contemplated anyways, then hearing what the shelter might have to do, the decision had been made for him.
Looking back up at Val when she asked about the farm, TJ nodded. “Yeah, when I turned twelve, my grandparents took me in and I grew up with them on their farm in Connecticut, I know my way around a tractor, I’ll tell you that,” he said and leaned back a little, placing one hand on the floor as he smiled up at Val. “It was really weird adjusting when I first came to New York, but once I started realizing that people are basically just a bunch of loose chickens and pigs, it got a lot easier,” he explained, shrugging slightly.
There were a lot of similarities between the animals back home and the people here, it made it a lot easier to adjust.
When Val asked if he wanted anything, TJ thought over it for a moment. “Oh, I think I’m okay, but thank you,” he told her, turning his attention back to Cleo as he cooed down at her for a second before looking back up at Val. “So what about you? Are you a city gal, born and raised?”
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 22, 2020 14:42:05 GMT -5
Val was observant, of course, being a detective. But it didn’t take that much perception to notice the way TJ trailed off, refused to look at her when he mentioned being eleven. She didn’t push him, because she knew better than anybody what it looked like when someone had something in their past that they wanted to hide. Besides, from what he said afterwards about his grandparents taking him in when he was twelve, it wasn’t difficult to put together what had happened. His parents had died, clearly. She wanted to say something about how she was sorry about his parents, but he hadn’t exactly said it explicitly so it felt a little awkward. Besides, he changed the subject before she could do so - deliberately, probably.
“Your dogs sound great,” Val said with a smile “I love dogs, actually, but I got a cat because... well, you know how work is. I was worried about finding the time to walk it.”
Val stayed late a lot. She was sure TJ was able to fit in taking care of his dogs, and she probably could if she really tried, but honestly a cat was just easier. They needed a lot less care and attention than dogs; they were affectionate and needed care but honestly largely self-sufficient. She was pretty sure Cleo didn’t even realise Val was gone most of the time.
She couldn’t help but find the way he had covered Cleo’s ears quite sweet, she noted. But things were quickly moving on as he spoke about his experience moving to New York. She chuckled a little at his statement about people basically being a bunch of loose chickens and pigs. Callie had said something similar about her experience moving from Texas.
“Honestly, that’s fair,” she replied
It was when he asked about where she had grown up that she stiffened slightly. She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Should she evade the question? Should she just tell the truth? Fudge things a little? Say something vague? She hated talking about her past, and didn’t want to invite any questions about her childhood if she possibly could. As she thought she didn’t even notice the way her hand raised to touch her necklace, the one her parents had given her when she turned sixteen.
No, she could be a little more honest with TJ. She didn’t have to go any further with her past if she didn’t want to. But he had told her about where he had grown up so she felt like she owed him a proper response here.
“Not exactly,” she said as she rejoined him in the living room, taking a seat on the couch, “I grew up in Scarsdale.”
Scarsdale was technically a small town, of course, but it wasn’t exactly the normal small-town experience given that it was such a posh place. Lots of rich families. But basically the epitome of the white picket fence suburbs, just a more expensive version.
“New York took some getting used to for me as well, but it’s fine after a while,” she shrugged
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Post by CreamCrow on Mar 22, 2020 22:03:22 GMT -5
There was a race to the door and Antoine was determined to win. After all, he was closer in distance to the entrence than the dogs were, but they had speed on their side.Antoine wouldn't call himself slow, but he's pretty sure that Paloma and Joya called the fact someone had arrived before he did.
It was a mix between the doorbell ringing and the dog's barks that really helped Antoine to realize that the car that had he heard outside was indeed one of his friend's rather than the countless false hopes, strangers, and Mrs. Rossenwood who had all previously driven by. Well, okay, the latter of which had walked by, but she was the biggest trick of making Antoine think someone got there because the dogs had started barking.
All in all though, he failed. Which, was fine. It just meant whichever person arrived would get a face full of dogs looking for love. Well, hopefully Antoine could stave that off for a moment but... well, he opened the door large and wide with a giant grin before moving to block Paloma from knocking anyone over. Because, while Joya was chaos on her own, Joya was also tiny and at most could climb up a leg or something. Paloma was a large golden retriever and had no knowledge of the strength she held. He grabbed on around her neck as Joya went after her friend and Antoine looked up to his friend and grinned. "B.W.! You made it! Hi!"
Antoine awkwardly tried to move backwards into the house, "Don't mind Joya, she wants to say hi. I mean, Paloma does to, but she's easier to handle when you're on a couch. Come on, we can all head to the living room though!" It was just down the hall and was a pretty large room on the left with lots of light and?? Well, it was a nice place. "Dorothy isn't here yet but I can feel it in the air she won't be long."
Of course, it was now of all times that Jules decided to poke his head around the corner of the hallway on the left with a raised brow. "They're here?"
"One is! Can you take Paloma?" Antoine asked shuffling towards his older brother.
"You've kept her down from jumping long enough, she'll be fine as long as no one else comes by-" Jules was cut off by a door being slammed open. The front door. It was difficult not to look towards the area with bewilderment.
"I'M HERE!" It was Dorothy, standing there as though she didn't just kick the door open. She was holding a couple of cups in her hands. With a grin, she spoke less loud, "I brought smoothies."
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Post by CreamCrow on Mar 22, 2020 22:03:40 GMT -5
Aria had been slacking big time. Come on, go on an undercover case, have some things happen to you, forced into an early retirement, and then suddenly stopped talking to all your former co-workers that functioned as a good ol' family? Aria was a disappointment. Well, not like that really surprised anyone. Still, Aria hadn't had a good one-on-one with any of her pseudo family in a while, bar Jules but Jules didn't count because they were family indefinitely now. Not that she was saying the precinct hadn't been her family, but it was different when you knew someone since you were children. Either way, she was getting to see someone that she still valued a bunch that she met due to work.
Slipping into the pleasant little cat cafe, Aria spotted her company for the day. N! She moved over towards where he was sitting with a smile on her face, careful as to not get in the way of any of the cats. This was their place front and center and she was polite enough to leave the cats to do as they wished... Though, often enough that rule didn't apply to human. Still, she was pleased with the location because who didn't like cats hanging out as you talked with friends and ate small treats.
She slipped into the seat across from him with a greeting, "Nice to see you again, N! How's your day been so far? Well, I see you made a friend actually," Aria nodded her head to the gray tabby in his lap with a grin. Aria would consider getting a cat if it weren't for her commitment to her snakes, spiders, and lizards at home. There was a decent amount and a cat on top of it all? She liked cats, but it was a preference of petting them and not having them at home.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 23, 2020 3:14:32 GMT -5
TJ nodded along in understanding.
Dogs were a lot of work.
Worth it, but a lot of work, especially when you had a busy job like they did. TJ found time of course, for his puppies, he’d wake up early to give them walks and make sure to play with them and give them lots of attention as soon as he got home, but even then, there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t come home to a mess because Pickle got bored. Lacey was old and pretty much just slept all day, but Pickle was still pretty young and had plenty of energy, she was the one that needed the walks the most....though TJ still made sure Lacey came with them, to keep her old heart healthy.
Staying quiet, TJ listened as Val explained where she grew up. Scar something, TJ hadn’t heard of it before, but then again, he wasn’t very good with cities and towns and stuff anyways, especially outside of his home state.
“Sounds like an intense place to live, like the kind of place everyone beats each other up until they all have scars,” he decided. Any place with “scar” in the name was a place for the toughest of the tough, the strongest and most capable, and that was Val. He could see it, Val was probably a renewed warrior and hero in her hometown and TJ could completely understand why.
New York is...busy,” TJ agreed with a small shrug, turning his attention back to Cleo as he cooed and pet her. “Honestly, I think the thing I miss most about the farm is all the stars, New York doesn’t have a lot of stars,” he explained and smiled back up at Val. “But back home, when you go out at night, there’s nothing but stars to see for ages, it’s beautiful, you’d like it, you and the sky have a lot in common,” he told her innocently, looking back down at Cleo. “I bet you’d like it too, there’s so much to see,” he cooed at her happily.
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