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“My intellectual level is definitely lower than most people here.” Noah laughed, walking away from a previous situation. “My lock didn’t match with someone, and she asked me if I wanted to fit my key with her lock instead. I said I didn’t have a key, only a lock and walked away. It only just hit me.” He laughed, shaking his head while also slightly embarrassed. “Aaanyway. Still trying to find a match? Cause I got my lock right here.” He continued, holding up to present the brass lock.

Richard was used to being hit up for donations, or he was when he wasn’t dressed like he just came from the beach. His generosity wavered between giving everything away and saying screw you to organizations that had not exactly found the time to help him when he had been on the other side of things. But someone about to fall off a ladder seemed like a good reason to pick up a banner. “I mean I love telling people ‘no’, so really you’d be doing me a favor,” he said holding up the edge of the banner.

“I’m a southern guy myself. Georgia, Louisiana, now California.“ Jay was glad he wasn’t the only one between them that wasn’t from California. He laughed at the question. “I think they’ve convinced themselves that it’s healthier in a bowl rather than a cup. It’s weird.”

“No-one dragged you there on Halloween?” he asked, “I feel like the population doubles around then.” Richard hadn’t lived in Salem since he was a kid, not full time anyway. But the population had always seemed shockingly big around then to him, “is it a bad thing if I say I never got into Instagram? I don’t even have one.” 

“Well it’s good to know there aren’t a lot of those running around,” Richard said, “that Lincoln commercial he does freaks me out.” Richard was rarely at the movies and when he was, they rarely had his full attention. He preferred to watch stuff at home where he could multitask without being scolded, “I’m from Salem,” Richard said, “but I’m way more familiar with New York than I am with anything out here,” he explained, “yeah the Polar Plunge is a trip.  But it’s fun as hell the first time you do it. Did you have a good time?”

🤳name three physical imperfections my muse has (birthmarks, gray hairs, muscular definition, etc)

Curly hair

Chipped back tooth

Long scar along his left hand

🍰what’s my muse’s guilty pleasure?

Ignoring his emails

🙉what are two things that make my muse uncomfortable in conversation

His sexuality 

His family

✨ Gemstone Asks ✨

Amber: Do you plan on having children some day?

Not sure, probably if I found the right person to have them with? But some days it feels like I can barely take care of myself and God knows I’m shit at taking care of other people. I’m not against having them, but I also don’t have the overwhelming urge. I should probably should get a dog or something first.

Quartz: Who is someone you support, no matter what?

“Does that mean you surround yourself with yes people all the time? It would be a shame to believe you could do no wrong.”

“Ditto. Well, technically I’m from New York. But, have lived here long enough that I now classify it as my second home.” She wasn’t sure how they got on the topic or why, but decided to simply go with the flow anyway. “Beats me. It’s all going down the same way and to the same place. But, I guess it’s all about presentation.”

“You can’t let some Matthew McConaughey look alike tell you what to do. Or Matthew Mcconaughey. That’s just no way to live your life.” Richard ignored the comment about how he might own the beach. At best he was the currently indisposed CEO of a company who had made a high level donation. And even then he liked to think he wouldn’t kick surfers off the beach, “Nah I’m from the east coast,” Richard said, “I’ve spent way more time in the Atlantic than I have in this neck of the woods.” 

It took a second for Lina to register that the male was talking to her, and she finally pocketed her cell phone. “East coast. Where about?” She prompted casually, thoughts distracting her but forcing them to not let her appear standoffish. Lack of friends in the area, Lina needed to start making some if she was going to be sticking around. “I…haven’t been here long myself–but I think smoothies in bowls are more for the Instagram aesthetic?”

“I’m from Salem,” Richard said, “and please, for the love of God, don’t make any witch jokes.” Growing up in Salem had been normal except for all the witch stuff that got especially nuts around Halloween. “It’s just weird they’re in bowls. Aren’t smoothies supposed to be drinkable through straws or something?” the place where he used to work had people practically existing on things they could take through a straw. Richard preferred his food solid. 

“I’m calling it an early onset midlife crisis,” he said, “yeah but are smoothies even really that healthy? I don’t know, I saw something in a bowl that had a lot of sugar on it. If I was gonna eat chocolate for breakfast, I’d have it in pancakes.”

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“See when you put it like that,” Nat couldn’t help but point to the menu off to the side. “You’re still wrong and I’ll stick to my own choice.”

“Black coffee and I dump cinnamon on top of it,” Richard said instantly, “that way there’s no milk that goes bad if I forget about it. I put coco powder in it if I need to change it up.”