No, I'm not on the menu...

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         He was certain that he would never get used to walking out his front door to see her pulling up a few of the herbs that grew in his yard. Usually he’d just scoff, turn and head on his way. Sometimes he’d pretend like she wasn’t even there, if he could lock up and walk off fast enough. Afterall, it was daunting to have to talk to strangers. And boy, was she strange.

         But today, for some reason only the Goddess knew, he felt the need to say something to her. Unfortunately he didn’t think before he spoke...

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         Chase wasn’t surprised to see Owen anymore. Watching the miner come in, drink for a couple hours, and then stumble on home. It had become a daily routine, sometimes even humorous to witness. But Chase would never say anything, just stand there wiping the inside of a glass for the fifth time because there wasn’t anything else to do when the red head walked up to the bar to order.

“If anyone wants to be all over you I think they’d need to have their head examined.” She dusted at her knees. “And I was minding my own business, thank you very much! You know you’re not the only person walkin’ on this road.”

         Finally, the tightness in his chest from having someone so close could loosen up. A hand reaching up to rub the back of his head gingerly as he sat himself up, surely enough to find a knot forming already where the point of contact had been. It provoked a sigh. The lack of help offered perfectly fine by him, he didn’t want help anyway, just to be left alone.

        ❝ Perhaps not but isn’t there a whole other side to it? ❞

   so when the job of taking care of the upcoming New Year festival became available, he immediately jumped the gun and appointed himself to manage the whole thing. it wasn’t too BAD – he simply hoped the other villagers would be cooperative to make the event a success. imagine how HUMILIATING it would be if the festival ( something so traditional and a staple to start the year ) was ruined under his command.

                                 ❛ excuse me.  ❜   first he had to secure the food. his father usually asked Yolanda to help prepare, didn’t he?     ❛ excuse me. is Yolanda still here? ❜

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         The familiar voice following the annoying ring of the door’s bell made him roll his eyes. Excuse me. So formal, all the time, about everything. Gill certainly was one of the more tolerable residents, but only due to him being intelligent... 

         ❝ Obviously not. ❞ Chase quipped. Being the only one in the kitchen, not to mention the older woman’s large pink hairdo was hard to miss regardless. With a metallic clatter, the can of soda is set on the counter beside him and phone slipped into his pocket. ❝ What do you want? A kitchen is the last place I expected to see you. ❞

          What a slow day. Glancing at the already cleaned bar kitchen, Chase leaned against the counter, back to the rest of the establishment. Thirty minutes or so to pass and he’d be on his way home, not that he looked forward to it.

          A half damp rag is thrown over his shoulder, one hand preoccupied with a cell phone and the other holding a can of soda when the little bell on the front door rings.

          Such an annoying sound.

〖 Headcanon Meme 〗

★ - Sad Headcanon

          Chase is already a private person, and tends to stray away from things that can be used as mementoes, but it kicks up a notch when it comes to photographs.

          He refuses to take pictures with anyone. A result of, while still in a Music Prep, hearing over and over “You looked so happy,” when people would see pictures of him when he was little. He knows, and often wishes he could go back to being as happy.

Their collision was inevitable. To make it worse, Chelsea had become so focused on making him move — as if she could do so with her mind — that her boot snagged against a rock. Not only did the two collide, but they went crashing to the ground.

Chelsea caught herself, though barely, and part of her weight collapsed atop his. “Ahaha, s-so—” Wait! Why was she apologizing!? “—ooo what are you doing!? You should be careful!”

         Well this was annoying. He’d been battling a head ache all day and now here he was, flat on his back with a raging one. Chase wouldn’t be surprised if it fought its way up to a migraine soon, how hard he went flying to the ground. A sandal lost in the process and the other barely clinging to his foot.

         It didn’t quite help that she was still on top of him either, a look of utter disappointment naturally falling over his face as he lifted his hand to point at her.

        ❝ Me? Well, laying on the ground if that wasn’t obvious enough. After all. You are on top here. Which, by the way. You should get off of me. 

〖 Headcanon Meme 〗

■ -  Bedroom/house/living Quarters Headcanon

         While Chase thoroughly enjoy’s cooking and having kitchen equipment always in an accessible place is important to him, so is having plants. The one plant he’s had the longest is an Aloe Vera Plant that’s home is right on top of his refrigerator. It comes quite in handy should his hand slip on the stove or a hot pan! 

〖 Headcanon Meme 〗

☾ - Sleep Headcanon

          Chase has a difficult time staying asleep. It isn’t so much that he’s a light sleeper or can’t fall asleep well, he naturally wakes up quite a lot. Usually in intervals of two or three hours. This has heavily impacted his ‘early to rise - late to bed’ mentality; the more exhausted he is when the day is over, the more likely he’ll sleep through the night.

★ - Sad Headcanon