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Reblogged from bookishmonster
k shrugged at the truck info. It made no nevermind to them and they were sure they would fit anyway. They weren’t very big, after all, and they were pretty flexible.
k tilted their head a little at hearing their nickname. They hadn’t known they had one. They nodded in greeting upon approaching the two of them and slid into the backseat when ushered in. It was small, but not uncomfortably so. They shuffled around and smoothed their trench coat out underneath them before putting on their seatbelt.
They gave the sign for thanks to Cath when they exited the car and walked with Sel into the store.
"She is nice."
"Cath is a good person, yeah," Sel said, a little distracted. "She’ll be waiting for us outside. Baby shopping isn’t really her thing."
She perused the cribs first, checking the strengths of the wood and the plushness of the mattresses.
"I like this one, I think," she said, indicating a plain wooden crib. "It looks really sturdy and soft."
She darted to the matching chairs and changing table.
"Yes, definitely these," she asserted. "This rocking chair is perfect, and the changing table is very sturdy."
She looked at k, face illuminated in happiness.
"They’re a little more than I wanted to spend, but only the best for the baby, right?"
k walked through the aisles of displays and poked around the cribs with Sel, giving yes/no feedback with gestures because they didn’t feel like carrying their notepad around like a clutch. They were smushing the mattress in a purple cradle when Sel found the wooden crib. They nodded at her observations, going around so they could look at it better. They followed her to the additional equipment and wrote down their thoughts.
"Simple and efficient are the best qualities, in my opinion. It is best to get something that will continue to serve its purpose well rather than something that looks nice but breaks easily."
They sat in one of the rocking chairs and gestured for Sel to try the other.
"Yes of course. Money is not a problem. Continentals sell for a fair price once you find the right buyer."
They checked to make sure no one was looking then fished a roll of hundreds out of their inside coat pocket.
Reblogged from devidoesart
Devi couldn’t sleep. As usual. So she was wandering the streets, looking into shop windows and pausing outside of bars but unable to go in. It was just one of those nights.
She was heading down the sidewalk when she looked up at the hazy sky and, in the half-minute she wasn’t paying attention, ran into someone. She jumped back, mortified, and took in the sight of them. Hood, scarf, mask. Well that didn’t look suspicious at all.
"Hey," she said. "Sorry about running into you. I, uh, wasn’t looking where I was going. Uhm, I’m Devi. Who are you?"
k walked down the alleyway, concentrating on trying to hear a radio on the fourth floor of the building next to them. It was playing a song full of distortion and heavy with bass, which is what had attracted their attention in the first place. They emerged from the alley and stopped on the sidewalk for only a second before someone ran into them.
They regained their balance and turned to see a rather scared looking girl. k couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed at running into them or scared of them. They wouldn’t have blamed her if it were the latter. Someone wearing a hoodie and sunglasses at night was rarely good news, especially when one was alone in the city.
"It was nothing. It was my fault for stopping on the sidewalk. I am k. I don’t mean to be intrusive, but what are you doing out at this hour? It could be dangerous."
Reblogged from welcometothecellar
Maya looked up and tried to smile.
"Hi," she said. "Take your time ordering. We’re slow today, so no rush."
She went back to cleaning the counter, expression defaulting to a bored pout. She hadn’t had coffee in hours, and she was feeling it. Maya looked up again after a minute and tried to smile again.
"You okay?" she asked. "It’s just coffee. Just get whatever you normally do."
A young woman walked up to the counter and tossed an empty cup of coffee in the garbage can next to it. She giggled and stepped aside.
"New person?" she asked. "Sorry, but if you’re undecided, I’m gonna step ahead of you. The usual, again. I need some extra caffeine today. Midterms."
Maya rang her up and accepted a handful of change before she even said the total. The young woman got a dime back and grinned at the stranger.
"I recommend the brownies," she said. "They’re awesome."
"We get them from a local bakery every morning," Maya said.
"You can sit with us," the young woman offered. "I’m Lily. My, uh, my friends are over there."
She pointed at a circle of armchairs in the back of the establishment, which were currently occupied by two young men.
"The one with the afro is Khalid, and the other one is Adrian." Lily smiled. "They’re really nice, so don’t worry about them. I—oh. Do you not talk?"
She noticed the notepad in their hand.
"That’s cool. Sorry if I’m being overwhelming." She sipped her coffee. "I’m also guessing you’re kind of sensitive about your appearance, given the mask. But it’s okay. We’re judgment-free here. Can’t really afford to be judgmental anyway, really."
k gave the sign for thanks when Maya greeted them and looked over the menu. How could there be this many ways to make coffee? They had never even heard of half of the choices. They knew were taking a long time so when a young woman went in front of them they didn’t mind, just stepped off to the side and continued looking over the choices.
It was nice of the woman to recommend the brownies, but k got enough baked goods at home so they wrote their order (medium white chocolate mocha) and handed it to the barista with a $20. k signed thanks again at Lily’s invitation, looking over to her friends when indicated. All three of their scents were all over the shop so k guessed they were regulars here. Something smelled a little off about her friends now that k was aware of them, but it was hard to tell through the coffee aroma.
They were relieved when Lily figured out they were mute and shook their head to answer her question. To be honest they had been starting to feel bad about not responding. They touched their mask when she brought it up and made a ‘little bit’ gesture with their fingers. Finally they wrote a few sentences on their notepad and showed it to her.
"I didn’t want to interrupt you. It is difficult to interject into a conversation with notes without seeming rude. My name is k. Its a pleasure to meet you."