though she be little

“That’s completely unfair, right? I’ve worked my ass off since the moment I got here, and that guy just totally fucked me over. Y’know what, forget it. Just get in the car. Where did you need to go again? I’m not your Uber driver, so make it quick.”

Sofia slipped into the passenger seat with an annoyed huff. “I’m not asking you to be my Uber, man. I ain’t even ask you to stop, remember? You’re the one who pulled over. Offered a lift, right?” She didn’t know whether she was more annoyed that he car wouldn’t start or more annoyed with this guy.

“Holy…” Kat said softly, looking behind her for whoever it was Sofia was bellowing at. “Sof, calm down, it’s alright, girl..” the brunette tried to reassure her although it was understandable for her to lose her cool over people staring at her for her mark.

Sofia’s focus snapped to Kat, immediately feeling some of her irritation start to wan. “No I mean but how do they have the right to just openly stare at it? Like Jesus my shirt just slipped a little. Who gives a crap about the mark that’s there anyway?”

“But what is it?” Peter blurted. He wasn’t one to stare, but he had just noticed tattoos on almost every single person in Old Plains recently. “I’ve got something like that too,” He said, pulling up his sleeve and revealing the tea cup mark he had. “If I had a decision, I’d like a mark that was more patriarchal. I’m assuming you don’t like your mark either.”

“It doesn’t freakin’ matter, does it?” Sofia snapped, tugging her shirt a little bit more to cover the mark. She didn’t want him to see her mark. Didn’t want to see his. “It’s stupid. I decide on my own fate or destiny or whatever.”

The past few days have been absolute chaos for Daxton.  He’s had to work a complete twenty-four-hour shift, and before that had to work through a night shift.  To say he was completely exhausted was an understatement, but alas here he was trying to bring himself back to society.  "Hi, yes what?” He jumped slightly, and in all honesty, he didn’t want to be rude but he had begun to zone out once again. “Take a picture of what?“

“You’re staring at my mark.” Her eyes were narrowed as she looked at him. “If you’re gonna keep looking you might as well take a picture.” She hated that people stared at it. Hated that she had it at all.

as vince walked his dog, he was pulled from his task by the sound of his phone buzzing, featuring a text from one of his employees about a customer’s even larger order than the one he had a week before. being so distracted by mentally preparing for the weekend ahead, vincent lost his grip on the leash and his dog began to run away. “merde,” he cursed under his breath, before quickly running after him. unfortunately, by the time he caught up, the poodle was already giving attention to another person. 

“er– sorry about moose. sometimes he decides to act a little too excited for his own good.”

Sofia certainly didn’t expect a poodle to be running full speed toward her, but the moment she realized the dog was friendly it became a very welcome situation. She loved dogs, but didn’t have one herself because she didn’t have time for one, or any pet really, and she knew it. “No, oh my goodness. Look at it.” She scratched behind Moose’s ears, her grin bright. “It’s the cutest.”

mia: just know that you will rue this day...

mia: now who's the victorious one??

mia: actual cryptid: adam in a full-on good mood

sofia: mmm...probably not, no ruing this day.

sofia: still me! because i'm too competitive for anything else

peter: lol you should’ve called me

peter: i learned how to cook in college and it was a blessing

peter: never did cook tho bc #thativyleaguelife

“Eight?” Sebastian echoed back, eyebrows furrowing as he tries to think back to when his sister began wearing heels. Though, it might not have been a fair comparison as their parents had been somewhat strict about things of that nature. “My sister walks in ‘em like she might as well be wearin’ running shoes. I’m thinking her feet might be numb.” He chuckles, shifting awkwardly in the unbefitting accessory. “Guess I just am too curious fer my own good?”

“Eight,” Sofia echoed, nodding. “Nothing like the what, six inch heels you’re wearing now, but heels.” She could vividly remember wearing little heels to Mass as a child. It had been extremely important to her mom, though she never understood why as a child, still didn’t if she were to be honest. “Your feet get used to ‘em, man. Got to when you wear them so much.” She shook her head a little bit baffled that he was wearing heels just to sate some curiosity. 

he frowned ever so slightly and let go of her arms with a quietly mumbled apology. “i wouldn’t want to make him sad,” he agreed slowly and then nodding along with his own words like he was satisfied with his decision once he made it. he tilted his head to the side. “i could get arrested for that?” then, he made a face before shrugging. “whatever. i don’t want to go back yet. and are you good at… kicking butt? you should join beer league, they need a floater since i left.”

Sofia nodded with this kid. He was adorable, that was for sure. And likely not a kid, but she couldn’t help but think of him that way. “You could get arrested for that,” she confirmed. She didn’t think it happened often, especially not in Old Plains, but it was definitely a possibility. “Sorry dude,” she shook her head, smiling at him. “You’re gonna have to find someone else to kick ass in beer league. Beer’s some disgusting shit. Especially the cheap ass college bar beer.”