the most happy

❝ —— definitely not me. i still have a lot of life left, as far as i’m concerned. it’s not that bad. why? any noticeable changes? do i look different . . OLDER? ❞  nicolas nods, following the other’s logic, though not quite agreeing with it. that, however, was a thing the male better left unsaid.   ❝ so? i think it’s the other way around: the cat fight is a movie cliche. you’re both mature. more or less. ❞

          She didn’t DO friends. The fact that she was getting married? A miracle. Having someone planning it, – even attending it? Three years ago she would’ve laughed at the idea, mocked it. But, now, there she was: engaged & forced to deal with wedding crap. It was laughable, alright. Just in the same way it would’ve been.  ❛  Beats me,  ❜  Cream, tan & neutrals – she’d been told, she just didn’t care to say it.   ❛  Why? You buying yourself a BESTMAN suit, or somethin’?  ❜  

           He didn’t have time for this, and he made no effort in hiding impatience that was now painted across ageing features.  ❛  Look, I ain’t telling you WHY, all you gotta know is that I need that address. No questions asked, Shaw.  ❜  He takes a step closer.  ❛  Walk outta here, turn a blind eye– whatever ya need to do. But I’m getting those files.  ❜  

          He failed to address the elephant in the room, and he’d continue to do so. There was no reason to speak of past interactions, nor did he have any interest in it. All that mattered, at the moment, was the safety of his daughter– and the location of those who hurt her.  ❛  The less ya know… the better.  ❜  The male paused, fishing a piece of folded paper out of his chest pocket.  ❛  One’s named Kyle Allen. Probably easiest to find. Don’t know the last names of the others, but they probably have joint records. Names are Eric & Clint– you know ‘em?  ❜  

          To someone like Thomasin, friends were rare. And it was not that she was incapable of feeling gratitude, rather she was unfamiliar with the ways of showing it. Thin brows raised, the younger wasn’t certain how to respond. Not at first, at least.   ❛  Oh … Okay ! I’m not DOING anything, anyways.  ❜  She began, the request tugging at nude lips.  ❛  What’s in Boston ?  ❜  

         He’d never understood parents that spent all their time speaking of their children; making their offspring the centre of their lives, regardless of anyone else’s interest. However, a few months into fatherhood ? He got it. And any shame that was passed on by his former self rolled off of him. ❛  FOR DUMMIES ? Kinda condescending. I’ve watched enough movies to have some sort of … inside knowledge. You ever watch STAR WARS ? Probably not the best example. ❜  A chuckle.  ❛  Hey, healthy food shit ? It’ll keep you around for a LITTLE bit longer … Gives you more time to leave CREEPY FUCKERY behind for your descendants. You spend all this time asking what your ancestors can do for you, that you don’t even CONSIDER returning the favour. Fuckin’ selfish really.  ❜  

         He could sense the tension between them, though he failed to care. Not in that moment, at least. There were more pressing matters than the emotions of a past hook-up. Waiting to speak his request until they were alone, Ed closed the door behind them.  ❛  I need an address. LOCAL KIDS. Off the record.  ❜  

even though the situation was serious, nicolas couldn’t help but let a quick snicker provide a response words couldn’t have expressed in a BETTER way.  ❝ odette isn’t the boss of me. we’re both adults, just in a relationship. ACTUALLY, why don’t the two of you hang out some time? two ladies with a mind full of power equals a great friendship —- - in theory.❞

Emma thought for a moment, lines of 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 making their way onto her forehead. Telling the other such a 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙚 detail seemed something obvious to exclude, but — she was probably more intuitive to any sort of PSYCHOLOGY than Emma was. Maybe gold glitter meant something else than GREEN. ❛ Uh, blue. We were doing FALL crafts, and he wanted to make his ghosts blue. The pumpkins were green, so at least I have to admire the ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ sᴄʜᴇᴍᴇ before it ended up in his tummy. ❜

he takes a moment to think about her question, previous comments going ignored for the sake of the brunet embarassing himself further. he wasn’t ashamed to display affection, but escaping the public eye was something nicolas valued. ❝ is it bad to say i have absolutely no idea? her taste, i’m assuming. i’m hoping, ACTUALLY. she’s never had a lot of . . anything, really. it would only be fair to quite literally make it the happiest day of odette’s life.❞

deanna frowned, " you have N O idea ? " She faked a smile, tilting her head to the side. " so is this going to be a surprise or can I get her input on this too ? " The brunette was not a fan of the other, but for the sake of her friend, she put those feelings aside. " please don't tell me you're going to become one of those guys that becomes a hermit once he gets married because it's what his wife wants. because if so, i'm going to have to find new friends, and i'd like to not because i'm rather fond of you. "

        He hadn’t thought of it before, siblings. How that’d affect his own children growing up, how his lack of knowledge about everything SIBLING RELATED could possibly play a part in it. He should’ve, right ? The further into parenthood he got, the more he began questioning just how prepared he’d really been.  ❛  No siblings, huh ? Me neither. And … fuck, neither does Ziba. How the hell do you deal with brothers & sisters ? I haven’t got a god damn clue ! Figure it out along the way ? That’s my go-to technique nowadays. Can’t fuck it up too much, right ? Just feed ‘em, clothe ‘em, love ‘em –– that’s it ! Not a freaking quinoa in sight.  ❜  The male spoke in a chuckle, brows raised at her inquiry.  ❛  You know all ‘bout your FUCKED UP ancestry but not how to make a decent quinoa ? And you call yourself WHITE.  ❜

Deanna snorted, " Aren't there books for that ? How To Deal With Siblings For DUMMIES. Not too much. But you still could. And it could fuck them for life. " She teased with a chuckle. She let out a loud laugh and shook her head, " My F U C K E D UP ancestry is actually interesting. Healthy food shit ? Not so much. I would rather die than discover the health benefits of a GRAIN. "

          𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑵, and Thomasin’s attention’s given to the older. Brows mimic Deanna’s, knitting together in slight confusion, and warm gaze shift between her own task & the woman before her.  ❛  It’s a big place … Depends on where you’re going, I guess. Why ?  ❜ 

Deanna stuck the tip of her pen into her mouth and chewed on it before removing it. " Boston. " A small smile flashed across her features, " Come with me ? " She suggested.

@deannvs !

&. ——— ❛ You know, I think it’d be valuable time spent if detectives and police officers and … the FBI! — spent time trying to figure out why preschoolers like eating glue. Or any craft supplies, really —- Tony Rutherford, Alison and Jake’s kid over on Spruce? He ate an entire fistful of glitter when I turned my back to put SCISSORS back on my desk. I mean, glitter is better than a flesh wound with the presence of not-so-safety scissors — but still! I’m lucky I only buy non-toxic stuff, otherwise, I’d be out of a job and … basically the OJ of Sheffield. ❜

Deanna's eyebrows furrowed listening to Emma's words. Tuning out everything she said after mentioning Tony. " Wait, wait, wait. He ate a fistful of glitter ? What color was it ? " She asked, tilting her head to the side.

           𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺𝑵’𝑻 𝑶𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑩𝒀 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑴𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑺.  There were situations were he’d be called in, or that he was forced into the building by things that were needed to be done.  But events like these, where he wasn’t DEMANDED to make an appearance, they were rare.  Spotting a familiar face, the older approached her desk with intent.  Though her reaction to his presence wasn’t one boding well for the future of their interaction.  ❛  Well … I was hopin’ ya could do something for me, Shaw.  ❜

She nodded her head as he spoke. Other than the sound of pencil against paper, silence filled the air. She put the pencil in the cup on her desk and slowly closed the book and put it on the floor under her desk. Deanna then turned her attention to the man in front of her, and pasted a smile on her " And I am more than happy to help. " However, her smile fell and she felt her stomach tighten and bit her lower lip, getting out of her chair. " Come with me. " She said, nodding towards the back.