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 “I’m glad you found the time to visit today, Ake.” 

 Just on time too. Therea had her keys in hand, having just locked the door to her house. Albeit not isolated, it looked pretty much like it was on its own. She had bought the property years before, upon adopting Bebe, and Synth hired workers to renovate the house. It wasn’t too big, a single floor with an attic, with a forest near the back of the house. Likely where their pinic would be, since she didn’t have her car keys on her. 

 “And you too, Fausta. It’s always a delight to see you.” She offered a girl a bright smile right before turning her head towards the child hiding behind her, nestled against her side. “What do we say, Elizabeth?”

“fucked up is subjective.” mark held his shih tzu close, his fingers caught up in her long, floofy fur. she was wearing a pink shirt with ‘princess’ in glitter and a rhinestone collar. contrasted against mark, who was in a plain gray hoodie, the dog looked very pampered. he wasn’t concerned about this guy’s prying but he wanted to explain why he just keyed the words ‘’fucking bastard’’ into the side of someone’s buick. maybe he’d understand. “this guy nearly hit my lil’ girl when he came rollin’ up in his goddamn enclave and i’m just pissed, ya know?” he gave his pet a kiss on her head between the bows she had on each ear. “not like i’m out here keyin’ the upper class’ suvs for the hell of it. eat the rich, i mean, like fuck ‘em for real, but no i’m no idiot.” the owner of the car was nowhere to be found, but mark guessed he was in one of the several hipster coffee shops in the vicinity. “no cameras. no one’s gonna give a shit other than the moron who owns the thing. it’s karma incarnated in me. ya know? ya know.” he lowered his voice to a grumble. “fuckin’ bougie ass... fucker.” disgruntled clearly. “i trust ya not gonna call the cops. my dog’s my child, i love her. if she got run over i’d shoot myself... ha ha.”

@chaxticblxnde​ said: “I did meet some of the most insufferable people but they also met me.” (From Cici!)

“I think most people attend the sermons for the morning tea. It’s embarrassin’, what people’ll do for a complimentary scone. They all despise each other, of course.” After an aimless few weeks, he’d been coming here to sort himself out; the sandpit, in close proximity to the church cemetery. A few of the guests there whom he knew had been wandering over to console him every so often.

No matter how much time had passed, he always was and always will be highly uncomfortable in these kinds of events. Dressed in his finest clothes and actually making sure his hair wasn't a mess, he stood beside one the further walls, observing the event with a cup of something alcoholic in hand. A single eye lazily scanned the area, as his own inner sense already finished mapping out the room and every possible escape points and points good enough to set up an ambush that it might have.

But he also manages to spot a familiar figure not too far from him. How curious. he remembered the last time they had met each other Wulf himself was in a position of a bodyguard. He got curious and established that he wasn't dealing with a human, or at least not someone as human as he looked. Humming to himself, he pushed himself from the wall, before taking a few steps towards that presence.

      @chaxticblxnde

        Kayla sighed deeply as she expertly made her way deeper into the woods, she knew her therapist wouldn’t be very happy with her when she told him she’d found herself out here yet again. He’d been imploring her to spend more time indoors especially when it came to sleep, but she often found herself tossing and turning in the deafening silence of her apartment, something she knew most would kill for, she just couldn’t stand the everlasting stillness, the air that felt stagnant no matter how high she set her fan too. 

     So here she was yet again, her pack full of basic gear and her sleeping bag securely strapped to the bottom. The nonartificial noises of the forest had instantly calmed her, the soft rustling of the tree leaves above, the crickets chirping around her. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath expecting to be met with the smell of earth but was instead surprised by the smell of smoke. Following her sense of smell, Kayla was lead to a small clearing with a small fire lit in the center, ducking down in the underbrush, she wasn’t sure if she should be afraid or laugh out loud as a pale teenager appeared to be attempting to summon some kind of demon.