i'll take that chance.

“Hm. Yeah, you’re right. I see no collar,” said Adrien as he checked under the chin of the little cat, watching as it’s attention drifted to the food he had managed to crumble from his own sandwich. “You do? Maybe you take this little one here. I can’t take it with me, as much as I’d want to,” or else Plagg would scare the poor cat away -or actually annoy the blonde to no end.

Fawn nodded. No one ever had to ask her twice to help an animal out. “I’d be happy to. I’m heading over there today anyway.” She made a sound to call the cat over, though she wasn’t sure if it would work. He had food. She did not. “If it doesn’t have owners to reunite it with, we will find it a loving home.”

The boy’s head shifted to where the voice came from, softly smiling as he kept on petting the cat under their chin. “I guess I am,” he said as his green eyes turned back to the ginger kitten. Young, probably a year or two but still too inexperienced to be on its own. “This little one probably stranded away from home. It’s too friendly to be feral or wild,” said the blonde as he teared more pieces of his sandwich for the little one to eat.

“It also looks clean and well fed, which probably means it hasn’t been away too long.” Her attention focused on the cat, she attempted to search its’ mind for any meaningful locations or faces. “Maybe he or she’s chipped,” she continued. “I volunteer at the shelter, we get animals back to their homes all the time that managed to slip away. It’s amazing how much help those can be.” And a little animal whispering.

“Is that not a thing?” Tiffani asked curiously. She figured you’d need a background check to take care of another being…but then again you don’t have those before getting pregnant so maybe not. “Well, I know they’re both in excellent hands with you. Fawn…their thing is weird flavors. Of course they have vegan options. C’mon, let’s go.” 

Olive was in no rush to get back to her dorm. It was beginning to feel more lonely somehow. Maybe it was because she was homesick. There was a ton on her mind lately. Painting helped though, but only for short periods of time. She was just a worry wart in all honesty. Maybe she’d call Remus, that would make her feel better.

With her phone pressed against her ear and the other arm full of art supplies she started to make her way home. She wasn’t really paying attention to what was in front of her. Anticipating each ring. It was no use, it went straight to voicemail.  “Hey uh-oop! Excuse me!- I just wanted to call and see how you were! Call me back when you get the chan-!” Before Olive could even finish her sentence she collided into a stranger. The impact had caused her to drop her art supplies. The sound of paintbrushes clattering together on the concrete rang throughout her ears. Luckily she was able to catch her phone before that too hit the ground. After a moment of regaining her balance and catching her breath she giggles softly. “Don’t be sorry! I wasn’t really paying attention.”

To make matters worse, he’d knocked everything she was holding to the ground. Please don’t be breakable, please don’t be breakable. “I’m... so sorry,” he said  again, just as she was brushing off his prior apology, “your stuff.” He gestured to the paintbrushes, his eyes on those rather than the young woman. She wasn’t yelling. That was a plus. She didn’t seem upset at all. He couldn’t tell if that made him feel better or not. He’d rather cause trouble for someone that wasn’t a kind person. Not that he wanted to cause trouble for anyone, of course. If it was up to him, he’d only interact with the amount of people he could count on both hands. Or less.

“Let me get those,” he mumbled, both to her and to himself. With a quick --- and slightly clumsy --- bend, he swiped what he thought was everything from the ground and held it out to her, forcing himself to make eye contact. The least he could do was avoid being rude after nearly knocking her off of her feet. “I’m sorry. Again. It’s... been a bad day. But, ah, you don’t care about that.” A nervous laugh, Colt’s eyes fell back to the sidewalk. “I’ll pay for whatever damages I might’ve caused. I’m sorry.”

“I do agree there, but why not… just drink the espresso?” He justifies, “I mean, in France it’s okay to have a little cup if you just want espresso but it seems like everyone wants a giant coffee even if it tastes like water… but yeah, coconut milk… exactly…”

“Ah, that’s what you’re getting at. I guess it depends if you want something to sip on for an hour, or a strong shot of black coffee.” Different situations called for different things. Some people couldn’t stand the taste of coffee, so they’d rather drink frappes made with more whipped cream than anything else. “I’m not against either.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just on edge from people telling me I look like a child all day. News flash, I’m 18, I’m technically still a child. Plus, they’re way better for not leaving that stupid ponytail line on my stupid straight hair.” With Caroline’s full attention on Farrah, she shot a frown in the other’s direction. “What are you doing, love?”

Farrah would never understand what was childish about scrunchies. Unless they were covered in cartoon characters, and even then, what was the problem? “Please, your hair is beautiful. I’m so jealous of blondes. And red heads. And ravens.” Basically --- anyone that didn’t have her hair color.“I don’t even know,” she sighed over dramatically. “I’m trying to take good pictures to post on my Instagram. Becoming an influencer is so much harder than it looks.” 

“Don’t be, tomorrow will be better right?” he responded. Marcus was used to masking his unhappiness around people and he didn’t want to burden Birdie anymore than he already was. She was nice enough to look out for him, and that was way more than he could ever ask of her. “Only for holidays then?” he teased. “Sure sounds good, but its my treat this time. I’ve been meaning to catch up with you I gotta’ lot to spill.”

“It always is,” Birdie nodded. “And if not, the next day.” She knew that everyone didn’t share her positive outlook, Marcus included. She studied him still, trying to figure out how badly something was bothering him. “Only on holidays,” she repeated with a soft laugh. She knew her sister was living it up being able to legally drink in other countries, but she didn’t feel like she was missing out on anything as it was. “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy lately. Today, I am all ears!”

Every evening he was in such a rush to get home he didn’t pay much attention to where he was going. You’d think the boy would learn, but just like every evening he found himself slamming into someone on the street, too distracted by the speed of the cars passing the sidewalk to keep his eyes in front of him. He didn’t still as he stammered out an apology, his gaze fixed on the pair of shoes in front of him instead. “S-sorry,” he clutched his bag tightly, hoping this one wouldn’t chew him out the way the man from yesterday had. “I’m-- I'm so sorry.”