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 Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 7:40 pm
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Cara MiaKitty  ╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xx» wнere «xx
xxxFruits Section
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxKaitlyn, Kiki
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSurprised
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ι coυld вe м e a n , ι coυld вe a n g r y xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
yoυ ĸ n o w ι coυld вe jυѕт l ι ĸ e y o υ xxxxxxxxxxxx
yoυ т н o υ g н т yoυ were тнere тo g υ ι d e мe xxxxxxxxx
yoυ were only ι n м y w a y xxxxxx
yoυ're w r o n g ιғ yoυ тнιnĸ тнaт ι'll вe jυѕт l ι ĸ e yo υ xxx
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spaceCallum was relieved that the blonde wasn't too ruffled by his daughter; Kiki tended to be overwhelming and off-putting for some people... It was a family trait, apparently. Though, it manifested in very different ways. He and his daughter were almost nothing alike, and neither of them had all that much in common with her cousin, either (she still hadn't forgiven him for not telling her about Rory, either). "Teenager thing?" he asked, brow arched. "I'm not sure I can survive three more years of this." Or three more months. Or weeks. Or days. Or seconds. He was joking, of course, but there was a small part of him praying that this invasive, well meaning but totally bossy attitude of hers would eventually go away. The girl was a busybody, always sticking her nose in other people's business. For their own good, she insisted, but she was only fourteen; she didn't even know what 'their own good' actually was.
spaceOf course, Kaitlyn had winked at Kiera, which had only made matters worse. The teenager was grinning ear to ear, bouncing lightly beside him. A small, irrational part of Cal wanted to hold up a sign that said 'run while you can.' But, it wasn't like she seemed intent on hanging around; she wasn't making conversation or anything like that, just saying thank you for the help. "No problem," he replied gently, turning back to his own grocery selection.
spaceKiki gave a light huff beside him, and he found himself praying she wouldn't make a scene. "C'moooooon, da," she whined quietly (though not quietly enough that Kaitlyn couldn't hear, he noted with some annoyance).
spaceCal ignored her, picking up a kiwi and looking it over. Kiera crossed her arms in annoyance, then suddenly smiled. He felt his skin crawl, not getting his reprimand out before she'd bounced her way back over to the blonde woman. "So, like," she began, far too friendly for his liking, "How old are you, hm? My da, he's almost forty." Master of subtlety, Kiera was not. He wanted to hit his head against a wall.
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xxx ι coυld вe c o l d , ι coυld вe r υ т н l e ѕ ѕ
xxxxxx yoυ ĸ n o w ι coυld вe jυѕт l ι ĸ e y o υ
xxxxxxxxx on мy o w n , 'caυѕe ι can'т т a ĸ e lιvιng w ι т н y o υ
xxxxxxxxxxxx ι'м a l o n e , ѕo ι won'т тυrn oυт l ι ĸ e y o υ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx yoυ're w r o n g ιғ yoυ тнιnĸ тнaт ι'll вe jυѕт l ι ĸ e yo υ
 xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xxxx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xxspeak now
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2018 11:17 pm
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( Pureblood Single Father ￭ Ravenclaw Alumnus ￭ Metal Charmer ) ↫xx
( MARITALSTATUS ❤ ) ↫xx
I тнιɴĸ I ɢoт тoo мαɴy мeмorιeѕ ɢeттιɴɢ ιɴ тнe wαy oғ мe
I'м αвoυт тo ɢo Toɴyα Hαrdιɴɢ oɴ тнe wнole world'ѕ ĸɴee
Aɴd I'м ѕтυcĸ ɴιɢнт vιѕιoɴ ѕo ѕтυcĸ ɴιɢнт vιѕιoɴ
Bυт I coмe тo lιғe, coмe тo lιғe!
Soмe prιɴceѕ doɴ'т вecoмe ĸιɴɢѕ
Eveɴ αт тнe вeѕт oғ тιмeѕ I'м oυт oғ мy мιɴd
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❖ ☀ ♫ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Gregori had been doing errands on a Saturday morning, but instead of meeting his clients it was more of his household needs and stocks for his entrepreneurship. Doing this kind of stuff was kind of boring to him, but on the other hand it was better than being stuck in his workshop the entire week. Sure, he still loved his job but Gregori couldn't stand doing the same thing everyday that he'd prefer switching from one thing to another. His sister could say it's "inefficient" but damn he could still get s**t done.
He sighed as he browsed the stocks in the fruits section, taking a mental note that his mama was also asking him to buy some fruits for him. Gregori was looking at some mangos, trying to see if there's any bruises on them. Shrugging, he decided to return the mango to where he got it from... except he ended up knocking a handful of them off the rack. Goddammit. Gregori sighed in resignation and knelt down, picking up the fallen stocks and returning them back to where they fell from.
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Yoυ oɴly ɢeт wнαт yoυ ɢrιeve
Are yoυ ѕмellιɴɢ тнαт ѕнιт? Eαυ de réѕιѕтαɴce!
Tнe oɴly тнιɴɢ тнαт'ѕ ever ѕтoppιɴɢ мe ιѕ мe, нey!
Tнe oɴly тнιɴɢ тнαт'ѕ ever ѕтoppιɴɢ мe ιѕ мe, нey!
I тeѕтιғy ιғ I dιe ιɴ мy ѕleep,
Tнeɴ ĸɴow тнαт мy lιғe wαѕ jυѕт α ĸιller dreαм, yeαн
 xxxoυт oғ cнαrαcтerxxx((ooc))▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
wнeɴ - Timeline ↫xx
wнere - place ↫xxxx
wιтн - who ↫xxxxxx
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2018 9:21 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2018 8:49 am
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( Pureblood Single Father ￭ Ravenclaw Alumnus ￭ Metal Charmer ) ↫xx
( MARITALSTATUS ❤ ) ↫xx
I тнιɴĸ I ɢoт тoo мαɴy мeмorιeѕ ɢeттιɴɢ ιɴ тнe wαy oғ мe
I'м αвoυт тo ɢo Toɴyα Hαrdιɴɢ oɴ тнe wнole world'ѕ ĸɴee
Aɴd I'м ѕтυcĸ ɴιɢнт vιѕιoɴ ѕo ѕтυcĸ ɴιɢнт vιѕιoɴ
Bυт I coмe тo lιғe, coмe тo lιғe!
Soмe prιɴceѕ doɴ'т вecoмe ĸιɴɢѕ
Eveɴ αт тнe вeѕт oғ тιмeѕ I'м oυт oғ мy мιɴd
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❖ ☀ ♫ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Gregori was picking up the fruits, grumbling to himself as he returned them to the stock with a quiet wave of his wand. Though it was gonna take a while for how many stuff he managed to clumsily knock down. He may be a really smart guy, but he's more of a crafter than a master caster- regardless of how good he was in charms. There was a reason why he won't be applying to the Hit Wizard department anytime soon, or a duelist. But eh, Gregori would prefer anticipating metal charm malfunctions over what hex would an enemy cast in a wandfight.
He was then taken back by surprise when it was some guy with an obviously foreign accent, though he honestly had to admit- it was pretty much relieving to meet someone who wasn't white. Back at school, some of his classmates would ask if he was adopted by his parents because he was a Hispanic teenage boy with a Russian surname. And that fact alone in the sea of pasty kids "stood out", according to them. Boy, did he have to correct them that his dad was Russian and his mam was Argentinian without gritting his teeth.
Looking at the man and taking the fruit from him, Gregori smiled and for some reason he felt like it was embarrassing of them to see him like this. "Thanks. I was terrified that you might be Mr. Holt," he gave a cheerful yet relieved smile, the way he was talking clearly lets out the Irish accent, "The shop owner, I mean. The guy was generally nice, I just think that even someone nice would get pissed about seeing his arranged stocks being ruined." He then proceeded to finish arranging the fruits back to what it should be, much to his satisfaction for someone who wasn't always single-tracked. His sister would most likely be proud. "So uh... I'm Gregori, by the way. You're busy doing errands too or something? If that's not t.m.i?"
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Yoυ oɴly ɢeт wнαт yoυ ɢrιeve
Are yoυ ѕмellιɴɢ тнαт ѕнιт? Eαυ de réѕιѕтαɴce!
Tнe oɴly тнιɴɢ тнαт'ѕ ever ѕтoppιɴɢ мe ιѕ мe, нey!
Tнe oɴly тнιɴɢ тнαт'ѕ ever ѕтoppιɴɢ мe ιѕ мe, нey!
I тeѕтιғy ιғ I dιe ιɴ мy ѕleep,
Tнeɴ ĸɴow тнαт мy lιғe wαѕ jυѕт α ĸιller dreαм, yeαн
xxxoυт oғ cнαrαcтerxxx((ooc))▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
wнeɴ - Timeline ↫xx
wнere - place ↫xxxx
wιтн - who ↫xxxxxx
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2018 9:37 pm
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Just a young gun with a quick fuse
I was uptight, wanna let loose
I was dreaming of bigger things
And wanna leave my own life behind
𝔖𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔪'𝔰 𝔄𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔫𝔦 | 𝓡𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔯
▧▥▨Cas felt kind of stupid when he saw the man use his wand to fix his mess instead of stooping to pick them all up by hand like he'd been doing. And the worst part was he couldn't even blame it on trying to fit in with a mundane crowd since they were in a magical village! Maybe it was because he lived around less wizards and just got into the habit, yeah he liked that much better than him just being absentminded. When the older gentleman turned and took the fruit from him, causing him to be slightly embarrassed as he remembered his lack of critical thinking, he was confused as he was compared to another person then chuckled when he learned it was the owner. Which was odd considering he obviously didn't sound like he was from Europe (though he was known to through "bloody" into a sentence just to annoy Vivi) so it was possible maybe the owner wasn't as well? It'd certainly be quite a coincidence. "Yeah you're lucky I suppose? I don't honestly know how to respond to that." Cas admitted with another laugh and awkward shuffle. When the other introduced himself, he beamed in response trying not to look too eager (though possibly failing since the only other persons he talked to now and days were Vivi, Friday, and the people at the home improvement store) before shaking his head in negative to his question. "I guess it would be if I were buying something uh, private but really I'm just in here to get some bananas and maybe some peanut butter for Friday. I mean, the bananas are for me and my roommate but the peanut butter is for Friday. Who's my dog." Cas had no rightly idea why he felt the need to elaborate but once he did he couldn't stop and had to physically snap his mouth shut before mentioning just where Friday was and what dog breed and why he'd named her and more stuff the poor man didn't need to know.
Not a yes sir, not a follower
Fit the box, fit the mold
Have a seat in the foyer, take a number
I was lightning before the thunder |
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2018 9:50 am
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( Pureblood Single Father ￭ Ravenclaw Alumnus ￭ Metal Charmer ) ↫xx
( MARITALSTATUS ❤ ) ↫xx
I тнιɴĸ I ɢoт тoo мαɴy мeмorιeѕ ɢeттιɴɢ ιɴ тнe wαy oғ мe
I'м αвoυт тo ɢo Toɴyα Hαrdιɴɢ oɴ тнe wнole world'ѕ ĸɴee
Aɴd I'м ѕтυcĸ ɴιɢнт vιѕιoɴ ѕo ѕтυcĸ ɴιɢнт vιѕιoɴ
Bυт I coмe тo lιғe, coмe тo lιғe!
Soмe prιɴceѕ doɴ'т вecoмe ĸιɴɢѕ
Eveɴ αт тнe вeѕт oғ тιмeѕ I'м oυт oғ мy мιɴd
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❖ ☀ ♫ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Gregori was kind of confused of the man being... well, confused. Mainly because he thought the man would get his reference but then he had to remind himself that this guy was probably a tourist. "I just know that the owner here was from America," he explained, "So are the couple who ran a pub not far from here. They served really good stuff, I visit there a lot." Leaky Cauldron was a good one, too, just a bit too London-y for his tastes. He was kind of biased, growing up in a rural part of Ireland and all. God knows why Vasilisa still wanted to work in Diagon if she didn't like London that much. "I'm just doing errands, mostly." Gregori remarked, moreso to be friendly and not make the guy feel the need to physically shut his mouth, "Also I just want an excuse to not be stuck at home. Not that anything bad was happening but like, I'm a metal charmer and I work in my own home workshop in Ireland. Galway, I mean. I love my job but being stuck in one thing drives me crazy. A bit."
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Yoυ oɴly ɢeт wнαт yoυ ɢrιeve
Are yoυ ѕмellιɴɢ тнαт ѕнιт? Eαυ de réѕιѕтαɴce!
Tнe oɴly тнιɴɢ тнαт'ѕ ever ѕтoppιɴɢ мe ιѕ мe, нey!
Tнe oɴly тнιɴɢ тнαт'ѕ ever ѕтoppιɴɢ мe ιѕ мe, нey!
I тeѕтιғy ιғ I dιe ιɴ мy ѕleep,
Tнeɴ ĸɴow тнαт мy lιғe wαѕ jυѕт α ĸιller dreαм, yeαн
xxxoυт oғ cнαrαcтerxxx((ooc))▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
wнeɴ - Timeline ↫xx
wнere - place ↫xxxx
wιтн - who ↫xxxxxx
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2018 12:30 pm
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Just a young gun with a quick fuse
I was uptight, wanna let loose
I was dreaming of bigger things
And wanna leave my own life behind
𝔖𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔪'𝔰 𝔄𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔫𝔦 | 𝓡𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔯
▧▥▨Cas blinked his eyes in surprise and he was sure his mouth dropped open just a little at hearing how many other Americans there were around the village. Goodness, it was like their own invasion. "Wow, I honestly didn't know that. I just thought me and Vivi would be the odd man out. Erm, persons out." he quickly corrected imagining the phantom glare of his friend. As the other man responded, he was reminded that he was still holding fruit in his arm like some sort of loon and quickly placed them back on display though putting them in places where he was assured they wouldn't cause another avalanche. Cas could completely understand not wanting to be stuck at home, it was the main reason he was suddenly shopping in Hogsmeade and not at their normal grocer closer to home, but he was definitely interested when Gregori mentioned he was a metal charmer. "That's so cool! Being a metal charmer I mean, not the going crazy at home thing, I completely agree though. I'm...uh...it's rather complicated actually. I used to dance professionally back in America but a few years back we did a small tour through England and I fell in love with the countryside and the scenery and so I just erm. I guess I just wanted a change of pace, so I quit and found this fixer upper on the coast and...that's it I guess." Cas finished rather lamely feeling a tad embarrassed at his own story.
Not a yes sir, not a follower
Fit the box, fit the mold
Have a seat in the foyer, take a number
I was lightning before the thunder |
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