◤ ✕ ° › SHE'S MILK & HONEY !

❛ i think i hate olympics season if only because of the COMMERCIALS. you can be comfortably inadequate for four years, and then all of a sudden every cereal, soap, shoe, and hvac company wants you to be a prime athlete. i just wanna watch my volleyball, and get out. ❜ she vents, standing over her hostage’s coffee.  ❛ i mean, it’s admirable as all be, don’t get me wrong, but seriously, do you have to rub it in?? sorry, wait, did you want sugar in this?? ❜

samirah, although unsure of how the conversation had exactly gotten to the topic of the olympic season, listened to the other girl intently. her head bobbed up in down in nods of sympathy, letting the other vent. she never minded it much-- listening to other people talk. “ well, at least it’ll be over after august ends. ” samirah offered with a smile, an attempt to console the other. “ oh! yes please. ” the girl answered, grinning again. 

❛ i’m not making any suggestions, BUT- ❜ he starts this, before hitting thirty dollars down to the table the other is sits at.  ❛ there’s a fireworks stand right outside of town that’s bound to have everything dirt cheap. i’d hit it up, but i’m a grown ass man, those days are done. i’m trusting you to carry on my legacy. ❜

her eyes widen at the money being slid towards her, the girl not quite processing what exactly was happening  until the other shared his plans. “ oh my! ” she begins before politely shaking her head, strands of blonde hair falling out of place with the action.  “ i don’t think i’m the right person to carry on your legacy at all. fireworks terrify me unless they’re far away. ”

griffin nodded in agreement, absentmindedly twirling his plastic lighter between his fingers as the girl spoke, busying himself as he fought the urge to light another cigarette. “ awful fuckin’ idea, right? i just thought it was funny because she was getting so damn frustrated with me. like, i kept reminding her that moving deer crossing signs wouldn’t do anything, but she just kept going on and on. eventually, i just had to agree so she’d shut up, honestly, with sheryl on the road, no one is safe — deer or human, ” he said with a laugh, giving the girl a non-committal shrug. “ depends on the day, really. sometimes i ask people to call in and tell me stories, so those are always entertaining. other times, i’m just giving people shout outs and doing song requests. the occasional promposal, too. deer-lady is a special case. ”

a giggle passed from the blonde’s rose petal lips at the boy’s words, the sound tinkling like a bell. “ sounds like she really believes in her cause. it’s a shame she isn’t right, though. oh my-- what if she comes to you with her petition because she thinks you support her? would you sign i? ” samirah asked with a grin, the idea of sheryl tracking the boy down with a pen and paper more than amusing to her.  “ oh wow, that sounds like it’d be a lot of fun. especially listening to other people’s stories-- i don’t see how that would ever be anything less than fascinating. ” she murmured in response, cerulean eyes wide with wonder. she’d always been enchanted with the idea of conversing with strangers, often times wandering into cafes or bookstores just to make conversation. even with people the girl knew samirah was always more than happy to ask about their days, listening with practiced grace as they rambled on about whatever they deemed worthy of recounting.  

the lit cigarette dangled between griffin’s lips, the end charred as he drew in the fumes. the smoke was thick and harsh, billowing in his chest as he pulled in as much as he could. “ so, today at work, i got the most RIDICULOUS call, ” griffin began, turning his head to blow his cigarette smoke away from his listener’s face. “ this lady, sheryl, called me to complain about all the ‘deer crossing’ signs on main roads. she said that the signs were givin’ the deer permission to cross the street in high traffic areas and that the government needed to move the signs to the forest so she could stop hittin’ ‘em with her car. when i told her that deer can’t read because they’re, y’know, DEER, and the signs are just warnin’ drivers to be cautious, she wasn’t buyin’ it and told me we need to start a ‘moving deer crossing signs’ petition, ” griffin snickered, dropping his cigarette on the floor and crushing it under his shoe.      

the thick scent of cigarette smoke was almost overwhelming to the blonde girl, the smell so unfamiliar to her it would have been FASCINATING if it wasn’t so harsh. samirah’s gazed moved from the cigarette dangling so casually between his lips to meet his eyes as he began to talk, her expression attentive. “ oh dear--oh! no pun intended. i’m sure her intentions were kind, but that really isn’t a good idea. ” she commented with a laugh, delicate features lifted into an entertained smile. “ and those poor deer she’s hit before! i hope she’s more careful in the future. ” samirah added, a gentle sigh following her words. “ do you always get such STRANGE calls? ” the blonde mused, eyebrows raised in question, her smile still intact.