𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄.

𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔.

full name: kipling “kip” john lovett nickname(s): kip (refuses to respond to kipling tbh) birthday: may 23rd, 1990 age: thirty one years old occupation: owner of ‘lovecraft inn’, an inn with hp lovecraft’s works for a theme hometown: phoenix, arizona gender, pronouns: cis male , he/him orientation: pansexual / panromantic status: single parents: lena & anne lovett children: connor lovett, 9

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𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔.

He wasn’t able to focus on anything else all day no matter how hard he’d tried. His mind would always return to Chloe, to the son who didn’t even know he was his father, to the uncertainty of what the future may hold. He tried to redirect his mind and concentrate on work instead, tried to bury himself in it so he wouldn’t overthink but it was pointless, as he’d come to realize.

Evening came and he was early, picking a table at the coffee shop and taking a seat; green eyes flickered from the clock on the wall to the digital one on his phone’s screen, leg bouncing up and down faster by the second - impatient and nervous. What if he’s still not good enough? What if Chloe takes Connor away for good? All the what if’s haunting him, torturing until the chime announces a new arrival and Kip glances up, clumsily standing as he spots Chloe. “Chloe, hey.” He attempts to get her attention, clearing his throat.

                     "Did you not get the simple play by play on how not to insult a woman back when you boys were just string beans?” Of course, Dani was anything but offended. It was a harsh aspect about her that her face practically gave away everything and anything she was feeling (or thinking) in that moment alone. Her poker face be damned. But, she certainly wasn’t about to let a moment pass on by without pulling the chain on the guy. “For one, y’know, never comment on a girl’s weight. Two? Never call out a girl’s bitch face. That’s like asking to get your head bit off.” 

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“I’m just wondering,” Kip starts as he joins the other at the bar, leaning against the counter beside them with a beer bottle in hand. “Do you desperately hate having fun or is that just...” He gestures. “Something your face does?” A grin forms across his face and he shrugs, taking a swig of his beer before he lowers it again. “I mean don’t get me wrong, not trying to insult you or anything but you look miserable and, well... Aren’t people supposed to be happy at bars?”

“You know, I’m not too happy about it either,” Melanie was talking to one of her best friends, the big border collie called Charlie. They got him when she finished college, moreso as a companion to get her mind off of the ugly fact that she’d now left her fiance at the altar and was kind of tired of people in general. Little did she know that it was not going to be the last time she’d done that. Charlie consequently became a big part of the Gilbert ranch life as well and had become the closest she’d had to a bearer of all of her secrets that did not judge her. “Yeah, I know– but we gotta work if we wanna eat,” A mantra her father had taught her – and all of her siblings. Ever since she’d opened her salon, Heads & Tails, she’d been at the ranch less, but she still helped as much as she could over there. The dog let out a low pitched whine, as if he were complaining. “Would you rather be the one lifting these?” She asked, pointing to the boxes she was loading in the back of the car. And to most, it might’ve seemed like she was eagerly talking to herself.  @phxstarters​

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People watching is something Kip often does without realizing, often observing others while lost in his own thoughts. It’s no different now, green eyes focused upon a woman and her dog and he’s thinking about something else, not entirely concentrating on who he’s looking at until he realizes she’s speaking - and there’s no one there.

Tilting his head to the side in a curious angle, Kip flicks his cigarette onto the ground and walks in her direction, dusting off his hands and putting a smile on his face as he approaches the woman. “Hey! Mind if I give you a hand with those?” He offers, waiting for a response before he can start picking up boxes.