dreamlighthq Starters

Lock wasn’t one for town festivities, but he wasn’t one to miss an opportunity to pickup “lost” items in the crowd, whatever he could sell was good for him. He caught his sights on someone who looked thoroughly busy either talking to someone or in their own world, he didn’t care. Walking up to them he slowly tried to take the phone out of the others pocket before they turned around “oh hey, you dropped this” he threw on a charming smile, it usually worked, he was extremely good at getting people to trust him with some smooth words and friendly glances.

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Fireworks were one of Barrel’s favorite thing. They were bright, load and flammable. Three of their favorite things. Barrel and their friends had plans to watch show at midnight but that was hours away and that time in between could be used for their own fun. Barrel purchased a bundle of sparklers and boxed of pop-its. And what better than to start celebrate a little bit early. With the person’s back turned away from them, Barrel poured out a handful of pop-its. “Happy New Year!” Barrel tossed the handful of mini fireworks at the other’s feet. They couldn’t hold back a laugh at the quick sparks of light on the ground. “Relax. These are harmless. Mostly.” If they wanted to cause some trouble Barrel would have gotten something a little bit more powerful. “Besides this was all the firework booth would let me have.” They shrugged.

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This was a daily routine for Erik and his dog Max. After work, Erik took a run around the Valley. It was a good way to stretch his legs out of the office as well as spending time with his best friend. Max has always been a well behaved dog. But Max was still young and did tend to run after a squirrel from time to time. Erik was about to make his rounds around a small park. He hadn’t been watching Max closely so when Max ran after a squirrel, his leash slipped out of grip. “Max! Heel.” The dog was focused on the little critter and ran straight up to the person closest to the tree the squirrel ran up. Once Erik finally caught up, he quickly grabbed Max. “I am so sorry about him.” Erik ruffled Max’s head. “He can’t help himself around squirrels.”

work was really being something of a devil, here recently; between the ever present guilt that attached itself to her every action at the company, to the way the case itself seemed to be impenetrable, it felt like meg was going to lose. not a new experience for her, to say the least, but one that certainly doesn’t feel very good. no matter how familiar you are. 

so, she had come to escape that wretched office, maybe breathe some new life into her thoughts on the client–but mostly to just get away. as she heard her name being called, she lurched herself forward, ready to grab and go, when she felt herself barrel right into someone else–and drop her phone, glass shattering everywhere. “Oof,” She groaned, falling to her knees immediately. “this day cannot get any worse.” meg’s eyes traveled back up and she furrowed her brows in a faint look of concern. “you ok? hopefully better than the phone fared.” ( @dreamlightstart )