&&; castle on the hill

Quick feet that didn’t quite make it into a run crossed the room in time to gently lift the pot out of his hands and place it back onto the shelf. “Don’t know if you meant that literally, but I figured it would be better not to risk it.” She commented with a friendly smile. “Are you alright though? Need some tea? I have a whole shop full.” 

“No, I did mean it quite literally so thank you- I didn’t want to come in here and break everything in touching distance.” Kristoff confessed, feeling a lot of the tension leave his shoulders when the other removed the pot from him. “I’m good, but tea sounds really good right about now.”

Henryk had offered to help unload some stuff for one of the patrons at the gym, finally getting into a rhythm as he unloaded one bag after the other. As he turned, he noticed someone approaching and called out to warn them. “Watch out, don’t want to hit you.” He commented, dropping the bag of the back of the truck. 

Hearing someone call out to him caused him to stop dead in his tracks, pulling the leash back on the dogs he was walking to get them to fall back just in time for the back to hit the ground in front of them. “Thanks, pretty sure I would have walked straight into the danger zone if you hadn’t called out. I should really start paying more attention when I’m walking around.”

a sigh. her nurses shoes died. at least this pair did. the problem was that she didn’t have any other shoes and still had to walk home. so she sighed again and began walking down the street in her socks. that was until she stepped in water and her socks were wet. taking off her socks bo continued on her way home. there were a few shouts but the blonde tried to ignore them. all she needed to do was get home and then she would be fine, the walk home however seemed to take forever today though.

“Bo?” Kristoff called out of his truck window, “Are you okay? Do you need a ride home?” He asked his colleague with a somewhat concerned look on his face.

“Well the rules are if you’re playing the game, you evade the outfit judging yourself,” Ginny assured him with a laugh. “I’ll save my comments about your lumberjack chic for another day.”

“Then maybe the safest option for me is to play along.” Kristoff commented, a hand running over the scruff on his jaw as the other still seemed to make a comment about his appearance. “Well-... at least you used the word chic, that’s good right?”

“You caught me– I’m sitting because my feet are aching. But I will not leave my house without wearing heels on my feet and I’m willing to suffer the consequences,” Ginny admitted with a shrug. “I’m still having a great time. Currently I’m busy silently judging the outfits of the people passing by. You’re welcome to sit with me if you’d like.”

“I’m scared.” Krsistoff all but blurted out when the other said he was welcomed to sit, “Because I know I’m not the most fashion forward and I have a feeling you might have something to say with the amount of plaid and flannel I wear.”

With the doors open and her shop finally getting started, Beatrice couldn’t help the sense of excitement when it came to having this little project of her own. She spotted someone picking up one of her display tea pots and she panicked for a moment. “Please be careful with that!” She called, not fully noticing who it was as she finished putting some tea up. “It’s an antique, and priceless.” 

Kristoff felt that he had everything under control until the other opened her mouth, the pressure to not drop the item in his hands was now high and he felt like all he could do was stand perfectly still, the fear that his clumsy gene would kick in and he would drop it at an extreme high. “I wish you hadn’t told me that, because I feel like now I’m going to try and be more careful with it which will probably lead me to be more clumsy-... it might be best for you to just come and take it off me.”

“Oh shoot!” The girl blurted out when the pack of chips she had been carrying ended up flying everywhere and she just about managed to keep her balance too. “I suppose I am lucky I wasn’t carrying a drink, right?” There was a pause before the red head looked at them with a serious expression on her face brows knitting together. “You have a bit of a chip on your shoulder don’t you.” It was a statement of face and she reached out to touch the others shoulder pointedly, fingers returning with one chip delicately clasped between them. “See what I did there? Chip. Shoulder.” Grinning, she popped it into her mouth.

Kristoff had been ready to try and catch the other, not wanting her to fall on her face, raising an eyebrow at her words and chuckling when he realised just what she had meant. “Wow, that was bad. Even for you, pun queen.” 

she looked up from her desk and laughed lightly, “I wasn’t talking to you either.” bo lifted the turtle so he could see it. “i wanted to know what she wanted for lunch. what were you talking about?”

“Oh.” Kris commented, feeling a little bit stupid for explaining himself when he didn’t have too, though his face did light up upon seeing the animal in her hand. “And what was the verdict?” He asked, before looking to the dog that was now resting by his feet, “I was building moral, he’s having a low confidence day and I was trying to give him a pep talk.”