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“it’s definitely been eye-opening as to how much my life has changed since i’ve known her. otherwise? weird. it feels very weird.” // @xioriv

“ you just want me to talk about my sex life, don’t you? i can’t think of a single alternative answer to this question. ”

SKYLAR: i've come to the realization that i can't eat fries that AREN'T shaped like happy faces. it feels wrong.

“spring in general, i guess. leo’s birthday is soon which should be fun.”

   laundry for the fitz household is an ordeal and a frequent one at that. he feels like at this point he could pay the landlord the full price of a washer and drier every lease renewal for exclusive access and still end up saving money in the long run. of course, that’s not how public laundry services work and so he’s stuck counting quarters and spending several hours a week just washing, drying and folding clothes. he’s on the last of the three steps with the first of three loads, feeling bittersweet as he folds onesies that are just a bit too small for his growing daughter. skylar knows plenty of people who take their finished clothes back to their apartment to fold and sort, risking a bad neighbor selfishly emptying out their machine mid-cycle or worse. not only can sky not afford to replace anything ruined or swiped but, this way, he also avoids at least two pairs of not-so-helpful hands. starla and leo mean well but their attempts at folding leave lots to be desired, with more clothes ending up on the floor than in their drawers. so skylar stays in the public laundry room, setting aside a few hours to get everything done, folded and arranged for easy travel back to his busy apartment. he’s in his zone when the door opens and closes. absently, he knows he should probably at least tidy up his work station so he’s not sprawled out across more machines than he needs. it’s as sky looks up to take survey of whether or not he’s in someone’s way that he sees her. xiomara. immediately sky wishes he were the type to abandon the task at hand for the refuge of apartment 212; he doesn’t want to be here. it’s a blast from the past he didn’t ask for -- a reminder of a life he left (abruptly) behind.

SKYLAR: can't you just ask him

SKYLAR: no i haven't. figured he might be avoiding me but i wasn't going to push it :/

    doing yet another what’s what around baltimore piece for work is frustrating to say the least. it may not be a ‘new york’ but baltimore is still a big enough city where he feels like he should be able to find more hard hitting furniture than a recreational rundown of the local parks. he uses it as an excuse to get out of the office though and finds himself traversing through the park with heavy steps. he doesn’t expect to happen upon anyone but once he does, he holds up his hands apologetically. “sorry, sorry,” he hums, “just passing through.” if she stays there any longer, she’ll probably see him again, actually. making rounds isn’t helping to inspire him any.

“gordon ramsay. he roasts people professionally but is still loved for it. that’s the kind of energy i want to have for 2019. plus, he’s kinda sweet to children which is an important personality point to me.”

“i don’t know. maybe, maybe not. i’m not focused on falling in love right now. i just want to provide a stable life for my kids and keep myself feeling as close to okay as possible right now. i’m still very young. there’s time.”

“i could see myself dating someone else who already has a child -- or children. i would also be open to adoption if in a financial place to do so but i don’t think i’d want to go through the whole pregnancy ordeal again for, hopefully, obvious reasons.”

    “you say that like it’s a bad thing!” skylar’s protests are only playful and he smiles over at his friend. “i do, in fact, have plenty of experience tending to colds and other maladies. when one has a child, it’s basically like enrolling in a quick-learn nurse’s course. you have to be prepared for anything. speaking of the little ones, though -- they miss you. when you’re feeling fully better, you should come ‘round.” 

“probably just anyone on the 2nd floor of mulberry. they’ve all definitely heard me up until 2am with a screaming infant -- i’d hate for that to be their only impression of me.”

    “better not be -- i do know where you live in case you’re lying and my whole family contracts the plague,” the threat is an empty one and the smile on his lips is soft and without accusation. “you’d better work in some soup and maybe some immune boosting multi vitamins. can’t have you almost dying a second time.”

SKYLAR: to be honest, i don't like any filling? maybe a bit of cream but that's it

SKYLAR: 'fraid i'm on daddy duty as always but you're welcome to drop by if you don't mind the chaos. you also probably won't get a single bite of your donuts though, fair warning.