curiosity

jisoo only knowing the phrase “i’m broke” in thai is such a mood

Wanting to go to a party was completely out of Bryan’s nature but he was starting to think he was wasting his life away by not getting out more often. He was already a senior in high school and he hadn’t ever attended to one single party. He had decided to drag one of his friends, Blue, along having begged her ceaselessly. The moment they walked into the rather loud atmosphere, Bryan was practically dragging her along in his search to find something to drink. A little alcohol would always help loosen things up. He briefly let go of her hand to grab a drink before offering one out to her, “Come on, drink up! You’re like one of the prettiest girls I know and super rad – so what do you have to lose?”

This wasn’t what Blue had been expecting when Bryan wanted to hang out. In fact, she had been fairly certain he was the type to avoid parties. She had a feeling he got some sort of confidence boost, what with the way he was dragging her around, but she had know idea where it might have come from. Of course, now that they were here she couldn’t exactly ask without having to yell over the music and people. “Um, nothing much, just all of my dignity when I get drunk and do something stupid.” She took the smallest of sips, not sure of what it was an absolutely positive she was a lightweight. “Not to mention I don’t even really know what to do at these sorts of things.”

With everything Rey had been through she hadn’t had much time to focus on herself or her own personal needs, but after learning that on this planet you could purchase things with the swipe of a piece of plastic she found herself yearning to find comfort in materialistic needs. She wasn’t sure if she was ever going to see her friends again or get home (wherever home was) in general but she wanted to sweep those negative thoughts under the rug or so to speak. She walked down the street of this strange village with french fries and milkshake in hand, having ordered it from an odd restaurant. She was in the process of stuffing a few fries in her mouth when she noticed someone was staring at her. She swallowed the mouthful down before offering the paper container out to the other, “Do you want some? I can’t believe how good these things are! I’ve never tasted anything like it before! I can’t stop eating them either.”

Blue had thought she was over the need to be psychic like her family. Now though, stuck in a town she didn’t know without any of her friends, that desire to be able to see more came back strong. She had been walking down the street, just kicking rocks up, wishing she at least had her bike so there was something to do, when she noticed another girl walking along with fries. She couldn’t help but stare. Sure, if wasn’t yogurt, but Blue was hungry. She paused, considering the other’s offer, before shrugging. It wasn’t like she knew Blue or could be offering out of pity. “Sure. Thank you” She said, grabbing a few fries and eating happily. “You’ve never had them before? They’re like the go to fast food, especially with McDonalds everywhere. Do they not have McDonalds where you’re from?”

Piper was used to many strange things happening in her daily life, but it was easier to handle when she had the emotional support of her sisters – which was something she was currently lacking. Another thing currently missing was her family spellbook, something that would have been extremely helpful in a time like this. She tentatively rubbed at her temples in frustration before allowing her emotions to get the best of her, her powers causing a potted plant in front of her to completely shatter into tiny pieces. A look of surprise formed on her features as she noticed someone else had seen the occurrence, “Can we like… pretend you didn’t see that? I mean, pots randomly shatter all the time, right?” She tried to laugh it off, not necessarily comfortable with anyone knowing about her special gifts.

Blue couldn’t help but jump when the potted plant near her shattered. She hadn’t been paying too much attention. Her mind was running at a million miles a minute, trying to connect nonexistent puzzle pieces and figure out what on earth was going on here. It would have been so much easier with Gansey here. In fact, she was pretty sure he’d be all over this. “Well first of all they don’t.” Blue said, turning her attention to the woman nearby. “And second even if they did the fact that you’re insisting on me forgetting about it makes it pretty suspicious like you had something to do about it.” Not that Blue was quite sure how. She didn’t seem close enough to the now broken pot. “What’s the point in trying to lie to a stranger?”

@ofmirrormagic continued from here.

“Hey i never said it would be a super clean blanket. Laundry is expensive.” Usually she was a little weird talking about her social status. There was enough weird things about Blue. She didn’t need people to go off on the fact that she was poor too. Still, she was talking to a man sleeping on a bench and she had a feeling he couldn’t judge her. “Well if you’re sure you’re fine. I’m going to be pretty pissed if I pass by here tomorrow to get to work and you’re frozen to death on the bench.” Especially after he turned down a blanket. “Now you just have to hope you don’t get robbed.”

From the chiming of Sparkwood’s clock, Bert knew that it was ten o’clock. He lay on the park bench. His hat was pulled down over his eyes to spare them from the glare of the street lights. The night was, thankfully, rather mild so he was comfortable sleeping in the park with nothing more than a thick woolen jacket to cover him. Sure, it might not have be strictly legal for him to sleep there, but he figured as long as he wasn’t bothering anyone, it was no harm done.

It wasn’t rare for Blue to be out at this hour. It was typically the time she managed to close the restaurant and head home. Of course, usually she was on her bike but unfortunately tonight she was walking. She was nearly home when she spotted a guy lying down on the bench. Despite her best judgement, which said she should not be talking to homeless people alone at night Blue approached him. “Um, you alright there?” She asked bluntly, tilting her head. “Do you need a blanket or anything?” Not that she was sure what she had at home that she didn’t need herself, but she could at least offer.

Yuno’s legs swung aimlessly as their freshly manicured nails dug into the wooden bench they were currently sitting upon. A white Christmas was something they always adored and the excitement hadn’t dissipated even after the holiday had come to an end now. A smile curled onto their lips the moment someone took a seat beside them, gaze drifting over to meet theirs. It was just then their eyes both met and they couldn’t help but smile. “Look at that, we both looked at each other at the same time – maybe we’re like soulmates,” they chuckled, trying to pass it off as a joke.

Blue had been walking around for a little while. There was something serene and quiet about the time around the holidays, when everyone was still spending time with their families. She couldn’t pass it up. She had eventually gotten tired, moving to sit down on a nearby bench. Blue had spared a quick glance at the person sitting next to her when their eyes met. “Oh yeah, maybe I guess.” She commented, a small huff of laughter following the words. That sort of stuff, as much as Blue loved in concept, she always forced herself to push away. No point in dwelling on something that couldn’t be real. Still, she couldn’t help but consider it now. “Do you think a soulmate could actually be real though? Like somewhere in the universe there could actually be someone made to be perfect for you?”