NotAllThatCreative
Professional Bookworm
A time traveler that loves to visit the past and a demigod that finds humans rather interesting. What could possibly go wrong should these two find love or even friendship in strange places?
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NotAllThatCreative
Professional Bookworm
Florence was currently on her way to a very close friend’s house. She had a bag at her hip and a coat on, her hands gripped onto her bag tightly. Turning the corner, she walked up the steps to the small house and knocked on the door. After a few seconds, a dark haired woman opened up the door and let Florence inside.
“Lie to your mother or something?” The woman asked with an amused smirk across her face and looked at the girl beside her. “Or did your father lie for you?” She closed the door and crossed her arms lightly.
Florence blushed lightly in embarrassment and shrugged lightly, following the woman to the basement door. “Dad lied for me… He said I was babysitting your daughter for the day. Terrible lie but whatever.” She laughed quietly and walked down the basement stairs with her. “Are you going to follow or stay here, Anya?”
Anya looked thoughtful and shrugged in response. “Not sure yet but come on.” She motioned for her to follow and went towards the back room in the basement. Stepping inside the crowded room, the two walked over to the rather large mirror in the back of the room. “Remember what I taught you?”
“Think of where you want to go as you step through.” Florence repeated Anya’s words and nodded, looking towards the woman. “Yes. I remember.” She smiled lightly and glanced back at the mirror. “I will see you on the other side?”
“Lie to your mother or something?” The woman asked with an amused smirk across her face and looked at the girl beside her. “Or did your father lie for you?” She closed the door and crossed her arms lightly.
Florence blushed lightly in embarrassment and shrugged lightly, following the woman to the basement door. “Dad lied for me… He said I was babysitting your daughter for the day. Terrible lie but whatever.” She laughed quietly and walked down the basement stairs with her. “Are you going to follow or stay here, Anya?”
Anya looked thoughtful and shrugged in response. “Not sure yet but come on.” She motioned for her to follow and went towards the back room in the basement. Stepping inside the crowded room, the two walked over to the rather large mirror in the back of the room. “Remember what I taught you?”
“Think of where you want to go as you step through.” Florence repeated Anya’s words and nodded, looking towards the woman. “Yes. I remember.” She smiled lightly and glanced back at the mirror. “I will see you on the other side?”
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Dazed and Confused
"You can start cleaning up, Willow," called her manager from behind the cafe's back office. "I don't think we'll be getting any more customers tonight, so I'll be closing up soon." The waitress nodded and finished clearing the last table before making her way into the back kitchen to begin washing the dishes. She threw on the faucet and let the water fill up the sink, adding some soap into the mix, so that the crusty dishes could soak for a few minutes. She would have preferred there be no dishes and them just use plastic-ware, but Mr. Minks, the manager, thought that it wasn't very "classy", so there went that idea.
The tan girl sighed, it'd been a rather long day and she was looking forward to heading home and snuggling on the couch in her pajamas. Nothing in particular had happened, but she found herself dragging her feet, which was unlike her. She pulled her honey brown hair out from the tight ponytail she kept in for work and ran both wet hands through it, trying to ease the tension out of her scalp as she moved back into the main room of the coffeeshop. Willow wiped down all of the counters and the tables once more, regretting her decision to let Cindy and Marshall bail out of work a bit early for their date. They were great, until they got all jealous and protective in front of some of the customers, then work wasn't so fun. Otherwise, the customers were generally okay people, mostly keeping to themselves and whatnot.
At some point Mr. Minks came out of his office with his designer fedora and trench coat (to keep up with his "classy" theme, she surmised,) and shut off the smooth jazz that floated over the shop's speakers in light waves. He glanced up, "I'll leave the keys on the counter here for you to close up. I've got to get home by ten-thirty or my wife will have a fit."
Willow laughed and swiped the keys off the just-cleaned countertop. With a smile she helped the middle-aged man, who held his travel mug in one hand and a stack of old magazines that he takes home for his wife every week or so in the other hand, open the door. "Don't worry, tell her I needed help with my American Lit 101 homework. Mrs. Minks loves me!"
"That she does, that she does," he laughed, his shoulders bouncing with the effort. "Okay, well, thank you very much, Willow. Don't stay to late and call a cab to take you home, alright?" His employee agreed with her usual smile and he was off. She watched him turn the corner before heading back into the shop, flopping down into an armchair near the windows.
"How lonely..." Willow murmured, shutting her eyes to rest for a moment.
The tan girl sighed, it'd been a rather long day and she was looking forward to heading home and snuggling on the couch in her pajamas. Nothing in particular had happened, but she found herself dragging her feet, which was unlike her. She pulled her honey brown hair out from the tight ponytail she kept in for work and ran both wet hands through it, trying to ease the tension out of her scalp as she moved back into the main room of the coffeeshop. Willow wiped down all of the counters and the tables once more, regretting her decision to let Cindy and Marshall bail out of work a bit early for their date. They were great, until they got all jealous and protective in front of some of the customers, then work wasn't so fun. Otherwise, the customers were generally okay people, mostly keeping to themselves and whatnot.
At some point Mr. Minks came out of his office with his designer fedora and trench coat (to keep up with his "classy" theme, she surmised,) and shut off the smooth jazz that floated over the shop's speakers in light waves. He glanced up, "I'll leave the keys on the counter here for you to close up. I've got to get home by ten-thirty or my wife will have a fit."
Willow laughed and swiped the keys off the just-cleaned countertop. With a smile she helped the middle-aged man, who held his travel mug in one hand and a stack of old magazines that he takes home for his wife every week or so in the other hand, open the door. "Don't worry, tell her I needed help with my American Lit 101 homework. Mrs. Minks loves me!"
"That she does, that she does," he laughed, his shoulders bouncing with the effort. "Okay, well, thank you very much, Willow. Don't stay to late and call a cab to take you home, alright?" His employee agreed with her usual smile and he was off. She watched him turn the corner before heading back into the shop, flopping down into an armchair near the windows.
"How lonely..." Willow murmured, shutting her eyes to rest for a moment.
NotAllThatCreative
Professional Bookworm
Outside the window was young man walking past. Well, he looked young, didn't mean he was young. He looked around and gave a bored sigh, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Like always, Kieran was bored and never could find much to do. Earth was boring in his eyes to a certain degree but at least the majority of the humans were tolerable. His eyes drifted around and he spotted the shop. Becoming curious, he stopped in front of the window and looked inside, humming lightly as he took everything in.
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Dazed and Confused
It was strange to wake in his bed at the countryside manor, thought Wesley, it no longer felt like his own. After being at school for so long, he'd nearly forgotten this feeling. Unable to sleep, he woke that morning with his brown lock in a disarray and a certain sharp pain in his side. He sighed, and quickly made himself presentable for breakfast. He splashed some cool water on his face and toweled off before heading downstairs.
He was glad to have little Abigail as the first face he saw that morning, despite the fact that she had apricot jam smothered across her cheeks. Her eyes lit up upon seeing her favorite older brother and she immediately hopped out of her seat at the table to rush at him. "Wes!"
"Why, good morning, Abby. Aren't you sprightly this morning," he teased, picking her up in his arms in one smooth motion and heading back toward the table. She stuck her tongue out at him as he sat down where she had been sitting previously and nestled her comfortably on his lap.
"Well, that's because you didn't arrive until past my bed time last night," she stated, ever so mater-of-factly.
"Yes, well I do apologize. but if you hurry up with breakfast I'll play some games with you this morning to make up for it." It was at this moment that their two other brothers stumbled in, still sleepy, followed by their father. Wesley almost immediately straightened in his seat. Oh boy, today was his first day having to interact with his parents directly since Easter break, some four months ago.
He was glad to have little Abigail as the first face he saw that morning, despite the fact that she had apricot jam smothered across her cheeks. Her eyes lit up upon seeing her favorite older brother and she immediately hopped out of her seat at the table to rush at him. "Wes!"
"Why, good morning, Abby. Aren't you sprightly this morning," he teased, picking her up in his arms in one smooth motion and heading back toward the table. She stuck her tongue out at him as he sat down where she had been sitting previously and nestled her comfortably on his lap.
"Well, that's because you didn't arrive until past my bed time last night," she stated, ever so mater-of-factly.
"Yes, well I do apologize. but if you hurry up with breakfast I'll play some games with you this morning to make up for it." It was at this moment that their two other brothers stumbled in, still sleepy, followed by their father. Wesley almost immediately straightened in his seat. Oh boy, today was his first day having to interact with his parents directly since Easter break, some four months ago.
NotAllThatCreative
Professional Bookworm
Florence took in a deep breath and stepped through the mirror. On the other side, she noticed that she was still within England and that made her relax. She didn't see Anya so she figured that it could be a while before the woman would come after her. Fixing her bag and coat, she started to walk around and look at everything. She looked so out of place with her skirt that went past her knees but not enough to reach her feet and her simple shoes that weren't heels. She even felt out of place. Shaking her head, she ignored the stares she was getting and walked past everyone. The men were either enjoying her appearance or were somewhat horrified while the women were utterly horrified at the young girl's appearance. No one uttered a word to her and just let her go on her way, judging her the entire time.
Nutter
Dazed and Confused
Willow knew that if she lazed around any longer she'd end up never getting the dishes done, so with some reluctance she sat up and lifted her eyelids open. She nearly jumped right out of her Dr. Martins when her brown eyes landed on a shadowed figure just across the window. She stood up jerkily and took one automatic step back while her eyes adjusted. When they did, she could clearly out that the tall figure was a kid around her age with brown hair and casual attire. Nothing unusual, but Willow couldn't help feeling strange.
Nevertheless, he only had a thin jacket on, and it was awfully cold out that night. She knew that she was supposed to be closing up, but she felt bad. Without really thinking all that much, she opened the door and popped her head out.
"Um, excuse me," she called, offering a smile, "would you like to come inside? We're just about to close, but I have time for one more customer."
Nevertheless, he only had a thin jacket on, and it was awfully cold out that night. She knew that she was supposed to be closing up, but she felt bad. Without really thinking all that much, she opened the door and popped her head out.
"Um, excuse me," she called, offering a smile, "would you like to come inside? We're just about to close, but I have time for one more customer."
NotAllThatCreative
Professional Bookworm
Kieran's eyes drifted towards the girl that peeked outside and was quiet for a moment. He turned his head and moved his eyes towards the open hours sign.
"I'm fine." He informed and shook his head, looking towards her. He offered a small smile and shrugged lightly. "Just left a different restaurant, miss." Rocking on his heels for a second, his eyes drifted around once again and then looked towards Williow. "You're going to get cold if you continue to stand there. Go inside." He motioned to the building beside him with his head and didn't seem bothered by the fact that it was freezing outside.
"I'm fine." He informed and shook his head, looking towards her. He offered a small smile and shrugged lightly. "Just left a different restaurant, miss." Rocking on his heels for a second, his eyes drifted around once again and then looked towards Williow. "You're going to get cold if you continue to stand there. Go inside." He motioned to the building beside him with his head and didn't seem bothered by the fact that it was freezing outside.
Nutter
Dazed and Confused
Breakfast concluded without too much of a fuss, so Wesley and Abby went outside to play as promised. Luckily, the older brother had cleaned her face off, so when their mother sent them off with one of her ladies' maids to run a few errands in town, she wasn't to wild looking. They decided to walk rather than take a carriage, it was only about a mile or so and the weather was nice today.
Upon enter the plaza, Wes felt a small tug on his pants leg. He looked down to find Abby staring at something across the square. "What are you-?" He began to ask, but by then he knew. A young woman was wearing a skirt that only extended just past her knees, which wasn't seen much around these parts. He had occasionally seen some more risque clothing choices during his schooling in the city, but, much like now, he'd always blushed and looked away. Abby, on the other hand, was completely entranced.
"Do they even make skirts like those?" The curious girl asked. "I want one!"
"Now, now, let's be rational," Wes started, but he could feel her small hand pulling him across the square. "Come now, Abby. Mother will have a fit if we aren't back by noon..." It was no use. His little sister had no sense of social boundaries, going straight up to the girl with a determined look on her face.
"Excuse me miss, but when can I get a skirt like that?" She asked, pointing at the offending item. Wesley immediately tried to apologize, but the heat on his face kept him from opening his mouth more than a millimeter.
"You sure?" Willow inquired, shrugging off his orders. Her breath went up toward the night sky in a white cloud. "I've been told that my pumpkin spice latte is a great late-night dessert." She smiled, opening the door a little wider. Looking at him in the light of the shop-front, his hair was just bit more blonde than she had first thought. She'd also kind of worked up a small amount of courage to approach him, so to left him go would be a sort of loss for Willow, despite it being more trouble for her.
Upon enter the plaza, Wes felt a small tug on his pants leg. He looked down to find Abby staring at something across the square. "What are you-?" He began to ask, but by then he knew. A young woman was wearing a skirt that only extended just past her knees, which wasn't seen much around these parts. He had occasionally seen some more risque clothing choices during his schooling in the city, but, much like now, he'd always blushed and looked away. Abby, on the other hand, was completely entranced.
"Do they even make skirts like those?" The curious girl asked. "I want one!"
"Now, now, let's be rational," Wes started, but he could feel her small hand pulling him across the square. "Come now, Abby. Mother will have a fit if we aren't back by noon..." It was no use. His little sister had no sense of social boundaries, going straight up to the girl with a determined look on her face.
"Excuse me miss, but when can I get a skirt like that?" She asked, pointing at the offending item. Wesley immediately tried to apologize, but the heat on his face kept him from opening his mouth more than a millimeter.
"You sure?" Willow inquired, shrugging off his orders. Her breath went up toward the night sky in a white cloud. "I've been told that my pumpkin spice latte is a great late-night dessert." She smiled, opening the door a little wider. Looking at him in the light of the shop-front, his hair was just bit more blonde than she had first thought. She'd also kind of worked up a small amount of courage to approach him, so to left him go would be a sort of loss for Willow, despite it being more trouble for her.
NotAllThatCreative
Professional Bookworm
Florence stopped and blinked when she heard the child start speaking. She looked down towards her and couldn't help but smile. Kneeling down, she looked at her skirt and shrugged lightly.
"When can you?" She repeated the question and glanced towards Wesley before back at Abby. "I'm not sure..." She laughed softly and shook her head, resting her hands on her legs. "My mother got this skirt for me. I'm not sure where she got it." She gave a soft frown as she tried to think of where Priscilla had gotten the skirt for her daughter but sighed as she couldn't think of it. "I'm sorry... I don't know where she got it." She said in a remorseful tone and looked towards the girl.
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Kieran knew at that point he wouldn't be able to get away from the girl so he just nodded and walked into the shop. He could feel the warmth from the furnace and it brought on a slight feeling of comfort. Looking around, he sat down in a nearby chair and leaned back.
"I suppose that if I want a sugar and caffeine rush, I'll have one of those." He smirked lightly in amusement and crossed his arms in front of his chest, glancing towards Willow.
"When can you?" She repeated the question and glanced towards Wesley before back at Abby. "I'm not sure..." She laughed softly and shook her head, resting her hands on her legs. "My mother got this skirt for me. I'm not sure where she got it." She gave a soft frown as she tried to think of where Priscilla had gotten the skirt for her daughter but sighed as she couldn't think of it. "I'm sorry... I don't know where she got it." She said in a remorseful tone and looked towards the girl.
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Kieran knew at that point he wouldn't be able to get away from the girl so he just nodded and walked into the shop. He could feel the warmth from the furnace and it brought on a slight feeling of comfort. Looking around, he sat down in a nearby chair and leaned back.
"I suppose that if I want a sugar and caffeine rush, I'll have one of those." He smirked lightly in amusement and crossed his arms in front of his chest, glancing towards Willow.
Nutter
Dazed and Confused
Abby made a "humph" sound and settled back next to her brother, who wasn't doing so well at blending into the cobblestone as much as he'd like. "Do you think if I ask Mama she'll get me a skirt like that, Wes?"
He looked up, startled, glancing briefly at the skirt then at his little sister and back at the girl. "Um... Perhaps when you are a tad older, and only if you take care of all your other clothes first, okay? Why don't you go ask Eliza if she'll help you search for the rest of Mother's items on the list she gave us while I inquire this young lady further about her skirt?"
Abby sighed and rushed off to find the ladies' maid. Wesley instead turned back to the girl with a slight frown. "I apologize for my younger sister, she's not usually so... intrusive. If you don't mind me asking though, where exactly are you from? We don't have a lot of, um, skirts like those up north here."
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"Sure thing," Willow nodded, proud of herself for convincing him. "It'll be just a few minutes then." She ducked behind the counter and pulled on her apron with her name embroidered over the breast pocket. Quickly going through the familiar motions of making the beverage, she was done in all but three minutes. She set the mug on the little table beside the man's seat. "Here you go, sir. Would you like anything else? There are still a few pastries left over... Oh! I could turn the music back on if you'd like too."
The brunette was rambling she could tell, so she quickly cut herself off and waited for some sort of reply. It was kind of strange being in the cafe alone with a stranger, even if it was usually a ton of strangers rather than just one. Maybe it was this singularity that put her on edge.
((To be honest, I've never actually gotten a latte so I wouldn't know how long it takes :\ ))
He looked up, startled, glancing briefly at the skirt then at his little sister and back at the girl. "Um... Perhaps when you are a tad older, and only if you take care of all your other clothes first, okay? Why don't you go ask Eliza if she'll help you search for the rest of Mother's items on the list she gave us while I inquire this young lady further about her skirt?"
Abby sighed and rushed off to find the ladies' maid. Wesley instead turned back to the girl with a slight frown. "I apologize for my younger sister, she's not usually so... intrusive. If you don't mind me asking though, where exactly are you from? We don't have a lot of, um, skirts like those up north here."
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"Sure thing," Willow nodded, proud of herself for convincing him. "It'll be just a few minutes then." She ducked behind the counter and pulled on her apron with her name embroidered over the breast pocket. Quickly going through the familiar motions of making the beverage, she was done in all but three minutes. She set the mug on the little table beside the man's seat. "Here you go, sir. Would you like anything else? There are still a few pastries left over... Oh! I could turn the music back on if you'd like too."
The brunette was rambling she could tell, so she quickly cut herself off and waited for some sort of reply. It was kind of strange being in the cafe alone with a stranger, even if it was usually a ton of strangers rather than just one. Maybe it was this singularity that put her on edge.
((To be honest, I've never actually gotten a latte so I wouldn't know how long it takes :\ ))
NotAllThatCreative
Professional Bookworm
(Sorry but I have to go for a little bit! Going to the store with my mom)
Nutter
Dazed and Confused
(That's fine! I actually have to go to swim practice, so I won't be back for a few hours anyway.)
NotAllThatCreative
Professional Bookworm
Florence could only smile in amusement as she watched the girl and chuckled lightly at her questions. She then looked up as Wesley started to speak and became a bit hesitant at that point. Unsure if she should tell him or not and stayed quiet for a few moments. She glanced towards him and shook her head lightly.
"You could say that my home is just a bit more... Advanced than this place." She hummed lightly and clasped her hands in front of her, looked around quietly. "It's like this place but I am not sure what it's called." She was partially lying but it didn't show on her face being as she's used to lying to her mother and she avoided looking at him.
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Kieran took the mug into his hands and brought it close to his nose, sniffing at it. He hummed lightly and took a small drink of it, nearly cringing at the taste. Pumpkin didn't settle with him and he shook his head in response to her other questions.
"No, I'm fine with this... Thing." He grumbled and glared at the mug in an untrusting manner. "What is it again?" He asked curiously and looked up towards Willow as he waited for her response.
"You could say that my home is just a bit more... Advanced than this place." She hummed lightly and clasped her hands in front of her, looked around quietly. "It's like this place but I am not sure what it's called." She was partially lying but it didn't show on her face being as she's used to lying to her mother and she avoided looking at him.
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Kieran took the mug into his hands and brought it close to his nose, sniffing at it. He hummed lightly and took a small drink of it, nearly cringing at the taste. Pumpkin didn't settle with him and he shook his head in response to her other questions.
"No, I'm fine with this... Thing." He grumbled and glared at the mug in an untrusting manner. "What is it again?" He asked curiously and looked up towards Willow as he waited for her response.
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Dazed and Confused
Wesley leaned forward slightly, trying to catch the girl's eye. She was awfully shy once the younger girl had left. He wasn't really understanding what she was trying to say, but she somehow piqued his interest.
"Well, that's quite alright. I won't pry any further on the matter," the taller boy laughed, hoping he wan't freaking her out or something by approaching her like this. She was possibly one of the strangest girls he had met in his whole life, and also strangely comfortable to talk with. "Oh! I've completely forgotten to introduce myself. Sorry about that. My name is Wesley Fane, and my little sister just now is Abby. You are?"
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Willow held back her laughter as the man gave the drink a dirty look and moved to bring him a glass of water. He obviously wasn't a fan, but the barista wasn't offended or anything. It was definitely an acquired taste. If anything she felt a twinge of guilt for insisting he come inside and drink something he didn't like. And for what? To keep her company? It was a bit selfish of her to keep him so late on this chilly autumn night.
"Pumpkin spice. It's a seasonal thing, I guess. Kind of like eggnog." She set the glass on the table just as she had done moments before with the latte. Untying her apron an throwing it over the back of another chair, she glanced at the clock. Already ten thirty-five. She didn't doubt that Mr. Minks and his wife were currently at home, happily discussing the news of the day. She was glad there were such couples in the world. "Well, I have to finish cleaning up, so I'll be in the kitchen. You can just set your glasses on the table and I'll pick them up."
Willow fiddled with the CD player, because even if he didn't want to listen to smooth jazz right now, it was much better than the otherwise silent space, and certainly better than her rambling. She turned back towards her last customer (or should she say victim) and offered a small smile as she pressed her back against the kitchen door.
"The drink was on the house, by the way, so you can take your leave when ever I suppose. Um, sorry for bothering you as well. I'm sure you had more important things to be doing and- yeah." She slipped into the comfortable hideout that was the kitchen, slapping her cheeks lightly. She'd worked up a tiny blush, she could feel it. It was odd, she normally could carry out whole long conversations with the customers. Perhaps it was because she was tired, or maybe because he didn't seem very interested in saying all that much, she felt like she had to fill the air with her nonsense.
Dishes, dishes, Willow reminded herself, focusing in on the sink. She finished within a few minutes, there wasn't much on a slow night like tonight, and set the tableware aside to dry. Then came the task of checking to see if that young fellow was still there or not, despite her common sense telling her he was not.
((I just felt like moving more in the demigod one, so that happened. Derpy stuff.))
"Well, that's quite alright. I won't pry any further on the matter," the taller boy laughed, hoping he wan't freaking her out or something by approaching her like this. She was possibly one of the strangest girls he had met in his whole life, and also strangely comfortable to talk with. "Oh! I've completely forgotten to introduce myself. Sorry about that. My name is Wesley Fane, and my little sister just now is Abby. You are?"
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Willow held back her laughter as the man gave the drink a dirty look and moved to bring him a glass of water. He obviously wasn't a fan, but the barista wasn't offended or anything. It was definitely an acquired taste. If anything she felt a twinge of guilt for insisting he come inside and drink something he didn't like. And for what? To keep her company? It was a bit selfish of her to keep him so late on this chilly autumn night.
"Pumpkin spice. It's a seasonal thing, I guess. Kind of like eggnog." She set the glass on the table just as she had done moments before with the latte. Untying her apron an throwing it over the back of another chair, she glanced at the clock. Already ten thirty-five. She didn't doubt that Mr. Minks and his wife were currently at home, happily discussing the news of the day. She was glad there were such couples in the world. "Well, I have to finish cleaning up, so I'll be in the kitchen. You can just set your glasses on the table and I'll pick them up."
Willow fiddled with the CD player, because even if he didn't want to listen to smooth jazz right now, it was much better than the otherwise silent space, and certainly better than her rambling. She turned back towards her last customer (or should she say victim) and offered a small smile as she pressed her back against the kitchen door.
"The drink was on the house, by the way, so you can take your leave when ever I suppose. Um, sorry for bothering you as well. I'm sure you had more important things to be doing and- yeah." She slipped into the comfortable hideout that was the kitchen, slapping her cheeks lightly. She'd worked up a tiny blush, she could feel it. It was odd, she normally could carry out whole long conversations with the customers. Perhaps it was because she was tired, or maybe because he didn't seem very interested in saying all that much, she felt like she had to fill the air with her nonsense.
Dishes, dishes, Willow reminded herself, focusing in on the sink. She finished within a few minutes, there wasn't much on a slow night like tonight, and set the tableware aside to dry. Then came the task of checking to see if that young fellow was still there or not, despite her common sense telling her he was not.
((I just felt like moving more in the demigod one, so that happened. Derpy stuff.))
NotAllThatCreative
Professional Bookworm
(I... I think I will reply to this tomorrow when I find a spare moment xD I'm tired and I don't have the motivation to type such a long reply. Sorry :/ Moving day is tomorrow so I need to sleep)
NotAllThatCreative
Professional Bookworm
Florence looked up as he started talking and couldn't help but give a quiet laugh. She nodded as he introduced himself and gave a small smile.
"Florence... Florence Fannel." She informed and shifted lightly on her feet. "Your sister is adorable." She crossed her arms and looked to where the girl had gone. "She sure is hyper though." She laughed softly. Her friend's sister was the same way but only around her father. Other than that, the girl was relatively calm and kept to herself, pouting the whole time.
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"My previous fiancee loves pumpkin. Her step-mother was constantly going out and buying everything pumpkin for her." Kieran rolled his eyes in amusement and smirked lightly. He remembered that clearly. Clarice would constantly ask Katherine when she was going to the store and then start asking for the oddest things that were pumpkin. "You're not bothering me." He waved it off and chuckled lightly. "I'm used to being forced into situations like this. It's nothing new to me." That was Clarice's fault. She loved to drag him everywhere with her when they were together and even now she still loved to.
"Florence... Florence Fannel." She informed and shifted lightly on her feet. "Your sister is adorable." She crossed her arms and looked to where the girl had gone. "She sure is hyper though." She laughed softly. Her friend's sister was the same way but only around her father. Other than that, the girl was relatively calm and kept to herself, pouting the whole time.
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"My previous fiancee loves pumpkin. Her step-mother was constantly going out and buying everything pumpkin for her." Kieran rolled his eyes in amusement and smirked lightly. He remembered that clearly. Clarice would constantly ask Katherine when she was going to the store and then start asking for the oddest things that were pumpkin. "You're not bothering me." He waved it off and chuckled lightly. "I'm used to being forced into situations like this. It's nothing new to me." That was Clarice's fault. She loved to drag him everywhere with her when they were together and even now she still loved to.
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Dazed and Confused
((Sorry I haven't responded!! I was completely swamped this week. I'm working on my reply now so it should be up sometime soon. I hope you haven't lost interest))
NotAllThatCreative
Professional Bookworm
(Oh, it's fine 
No worries! I've been busy with moving lol. I'll get my interest back sooner or later, I know it.)
No worries! I've been busy with moving lol. I'll get my interest back sooner or later, I know it.)
Nutter
Dazed and Confused
((Haha well I'm glad. I hope everything is going smoothly with the move!))
NotAllThatCreative
Professional Bookworm
(It is now lol Just a little... Crowded right now)
Nutter
Dazed and Confused
"Oh, is that right?" Willow called out from the kitchen. She was currently in the process of putting all the cleaned dishes into the drying rack, which was a giant industrial one used for restaurants and was a pain in the butt to haul out. Her hands were cold, damp, and a bit raw from all the scrubbing she did, but she did her best to ignore the slight stinging sensation. "Well, if I really am anything like your old fiancée, I'm sure she must've been a great woman!" She joked.
Laughing lightly, the brunette finished transferring the dishes over. Her mind began to wander as she thought about what kind of woman would be found standing at that guy's side. Was she tall so that she was proportional to his height? Skinny? What color hair did she have? Just as she started creating an image in her mind, she found herself sliding across the wet tile floor. Her feet flew forward while her arms sprung up and back, swinging her towards the ground with a resounding thud.
"Ow..." She groaned, lying there in the puddle she made during her dishwashing process.
Laughing lightly, the brunette finished transferring the dishes over. Her mind began to wander as she thought about what kind of woman would be found standing at that guy's side. Was she tall so that she was proportional to his height? Skinny? What color hair did she have? Just as she started creating an image in her mind, she found herself sliding across the wet tile floor. Her feet flew forward while her arms sprung up and back, swinging her towards the ground with a resounding thud.
"Ow..." She groaned, lying there in the puddle she made during her dishwashing process.
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Nutter
Dazed and Confused
"Not to offend you, Ms. Fannel, but you wouldn't know the half of it. Adorable she may be, but I swear she is some kind of six-year-old mastermind in the way she manipulates the house staff!" Wesley remarked, chuckling happily. It was probably extremely hypocritical of him to say such things, considering he was responsible for spoiling the little rascal the most. He couldn't help but give in to that dimpled face with her rosy cheeks and large green eyes. Her hair was lot fairer than his own, sandy like their father's, but beautifully curled like their mother's. Wes himself had straight, dark brown hair that was like neither of their parents', but like their grandfather's. He ran a hand through it and smiled, following Florence's gaze to where little Abby ran around across the way.
Just as he did, he noticed it was almost time for them to be heading back. The tall boy was reluctant to do so, however. He'd much rather continue his conversation with this interesting stranger than have to deal with his parents' interrogations during lunch. In a bit of a desperate moment, he quickly turned back towards the girl beside him. "I'm sorry, I know this is awfully sudden and without notice, but would you like to have tea with Abby and I? I think it would really make her happy, if you don't mind her inquiring further about your clothing."
Just as he did, he noticed it was almost time for them to be heading back. The tall boy was reluctant to do so, however. He'd much rather continue his conversation with this interesting stranger than have to deal with his parents' interrogations during lunch. In a bit of a desperate moment, he quickly turned back towards the girl beside him. "I'm sorry, I know this is awfully sudden and without notice, but would you like to have tea with Abby and I? I think it would really make her happy, if you don't mind her inquiring further about your clothing."
NotAllThatCreative
Professional Bookworm
Kieran didn't answer her but smirked lightly in amusement. His previous girlfriend was like her, yes, but to a degree. Clarice was more firm, more demanding, and, most of all, was silly in many ways. He was just glad that she was nothing like her mother and didn't get pissed off at him every other minute. His head snapped up when he heard the thud and he got up. He walked into the kitchen and smirked lightly.Nutter said:
"Come on." He held his hand out and helped her up, keeping his hands on her shoulders to steady her. "What on earth happened?" Raising an eyebrow, he looked around and then spotted the puddle. "Seems like you got a little too carried away with the water." He grinned lightly in amusement.
"You're not offending me." Florence shook her head and laughed softly. She remembered the child her mother adopted many years ago. Cersei kept to herself and was quiet but she did run into a lot of things because of her blindness. "I can manipulate my father as sad as that is." She grinned lightly in amusement and looked towards Wesley. "It doesn't surprise me she can do that." Shaking her head, she looked surprised at his request. She bit her lip and wasn't sure if she should accept or not. Humming quietly, she nodded and then smiled. "Why not? I don't have to be home for a long while." She nodded and then laughed once again. "Your sister doesn't bother me. She's sweet."Nutter said:
Nutter
Dazed and Confused
((Sorry sorry!!!!!! I'm busy and not great at responding quickly. Would you like to still continue or no?))
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