#convo:gabe

“Hello Stranger, I don’t remember seeing such face before.”

He’d waited, that’s what you were supposed to do - right? How many days was it you were supposed to go before calling someone after a date? Was it even a date? August wasn’t sure, he’d spent a few slower afternoons following the Valentine’s Day disaster wondering just that. Gabe had his number, but, there was nothing. It was silly to expect otherwise, he realized, neither one of them had been taking the night all that seriously, and then weird shit happened. They swapped bodies, swapped back, and then Gabe took off his jacket and went running into the woods. 

Was it weird for August to show up at his work? Whatever. The only thing he felt weird about was how the whole night had gone down. He’d enjoyed getting to -sort of- know someone who, for once, wasn’t knocking on the mortuary looking for a dead body, or dead body parts, or some spell, or some sacrifice or some something. 

So, what did August know about Gabe? He was Canadian, he liked to skate - and he did so well. He knew that Gabe was apparently into card tricks, but walking up on someone and doing close-up magic was also strange. Nothing really added up into anything, and what did it matter anyways? It shouldn’t, but just the same August found himself at the bakery, he picked out a few small treats and had the box packed up.  He knew where Gabe worked, so the garage was where the witch went next, he managed past the individual that passed as front desk before he saw someone familiar under the hood of a car. 

“Hey,” August greeted, smiling, the small white box was held easily in his hands, the bakery label sealing the parcel shut. He could smell the faint aroma of maple through the box, even now. There were four bacon-maple macaroons within. “I was in the area,” that was a lie, “thought maybe you might be in need of a break?” This was a bad idea.

Open to anyone

Welcome to Kore, [She says with a formal tone, as steps down a stool careful of her high heels. Melanie already gave up trying to corral her cat Opal down one of the displays on the wall. ] How can I help you?

Hey, Kennedy!