#danandphilhelps

A smile tugs on Savannah’s lips -- it’s such a simple request, so perfectly in character and sweet from Rosa. It’s still a whole new world to her: all things soft and sweet but Rosa makes it so easy to enjoy. Never having been a romantic before, Savannah suddenly finds herself positively ecstatic about everything she’d have labeled ‘cheesy’ before. 

Inclining her head just so, she shifts, tucks one leg under and bows while extending a hand towards the other.

“Of course, your my lady. There I nothing I would rather be doing. If I may?”

She can practically hear Rosa’s eyeroll but a moment later her palm fits into hers anyway so it’s a win no matter what. Lifting her head back up, her lips find the back of Rosa’s hand with ease, pressing a light kiss against warm skin. “At your service at all times.”

“ Hm? “ 

She twists, trying to look at her own hair for just a second before she realizes this isn’t going to work. Grabbing a hand full, she tugs most of it over her shoulder, inspecting for what Flynn has pointed out to her. It only takes a moment.

“ Oh! There he is -- I thought I told him to stay in the car. “ Rolling her eyes, she plucks the Chameleon from the strand of hair it’s been holding onto. Instead, she sets it onto her shoulder -- from where it immediately goes for her hair again. 

A glance at Flynn makes her laugh, even if she can’t help another eye-roll. They’ve been on the road for two days now and he still isn’t over this. And she’s supposed to be the sheltered one. “ You really need to stop being so weirded out by Pascal, Flynn. He’ll take offense to that. “ A beat. “ You don’t want to know what he does to people he’s offended by. He can change colors -- you’ll never even see it coming. “

"Maybe you shouldn’t wink at people so much -- I don’t think the lady was into that,” she musses, raising a hand to point towards the gas station they’ve just left. By now, she’s aware that he does, in fact, not have anything in his eye but is also pretty sure that the winking doesn’t work as well as he is clearly hoping. 

Hoisting the bag a bit higher, she waits until the car is unlocked and she can dump the entire thing onto the backseat. Immediately, she snatches a chocolate bar and tips her face up towards the setting sun. She’s seen the sun go under a million times but never like this -- never in so many different places, over so many different horizons. It still fills her with a mixture of guilt and excitement.

“First of all, it’s smooth so it’s the best kind and you know I bought it. You can go be a freak and buy the disgusting disgrace of chunky goo that they try and sell for peanut butter. Second of all,” he knows he’s getting a bit worked up now but can you blame him? The cereal is almost a running joke now -- but the peanut butter, too? “I told you it was for a baking video! Do I need to like, lock cupboards now for you to not eat the ingredients?”

He huffs, leaning back against the counter in exhaustion now that this has all been let out. Truly the only battlefield in their relationship are the contents of the fridge and cupboards. 

Eyeing the mostly empty jar next to him, he grabs it, face still pulled into a pout. There is no way they can bake anything with what’s left in there, that much is certain. So after a second of consideration, he plucks the spoon out of it and stuffs it into his mouth. No point in saving it now, is there?

“Here, do what you want with it you dirty... person.” As quickly as the dramatic rage came, it’s gone too and can’t come up with a more witty remark anyway. Instead, he just thrusts the spoon out towards Phil after getting more peanutbutter on it.

eh even karen is really over used, but maybe that’s just my over exposure to people who Really Like dr who. but i agree that there needs to be a wider range of FCs for ppl to use other than the same 20 or so Young(ish) White People on freeform and the cw

ill take her as the type cast red head over ho/lland ro/den

“Do you really want to smash your phone just because you once again can’t contain your anger?” Tom asks, eyes rolling dramatically as he strides over towards Alexander. Spending more than fifteen minutes with him at once is... a challenge. For both of them. Though, he has to admit that at least in the current moment, he has an advantage over Alex. At least he’s enjoying what they’re doing while Alexander looks ready to either explode or fall asleep.

Plucking the phone he has already raised towards him from Alexander’s hand with a too-sweet smile, Tom pushes it against his chest instead so he can hold onto it without looking like a neanderthal on the hunt. “That’s just silly. And expensive.” Alexander has already opened his mouth -- undoubtedly to start ranting about Thomas’ wealth and how he can’t possibly know what normal people consider to be expensive -- but Tom simply turns his back on him and walks towards the opposite side of the room.

“Anyway!” he calls over his shoulder, fingers working deftly through the selection before he’s returning to Alexander’s side. “Try this one. It’s Brunello Cucinelli and the color seems like one that would work well for you.” Having said that, he shoves the suit at Alexander, grabs his shoulders and physically turns him towards the changing room. Even if Alexander and him have been fighting on and off for the better part of an hour, Tom is having an absolute blast. He’s lounging around on expensive couches while pretty ladies serve them champagne and he gets to rummage around the finest designer clothes New York has to offer. It’s dress-up for adults and he even has his very own barbie dolls, in a way.

Returning to the selection of ties and bowties they have laid out, his fingers hover over it for a moment before he picks out a dusty lavender one. “John, would you just come out already?” he calls towards the other changing room, picking out a second tie and holding it up against the first one to compare. “We don’t have another six years for to get around to it again.”

You can’t even eat lunch in peace in this establishment anymore! All Thomas had wanted was to enjoy his nice, homemade salad in a quiet environment before he goes back to work. But no. Here he is, sat on the table with his food only half eaten and Alexander pacing the length of the room and talking like a god damn water fall. Tom wonders whether he even thinks these words through before saying them but highly doubts it. Maybe that’s why he’s so annoying.

He pokes his fork into a piece of kale, then drops it when Alexander starts a new rant after a split second of silence that gave Tom some hope. “I hope he’s ‘written down’ his last will because I’m about to stab him with a fork,” Thomas mutters with a sideway glance at James. All he gets in return is a raise of an eyebrow. Alright, so he’s not actually going to stab him, of course. That’s too messy, too much work, and this shirt is designer and far too expensive to ruin with blood stains. But the idea of it isn’t the worst when he just. Won’t. Shut. Up.

And then he keeps going and in the blink of an eye, Thomas stands. “I can’t,” he announces, throwing up his hands and grabbing his half eaten salad. If he wants to keep his sanity and himself from doing terrible things to Alexander, like throwing this whole salad bowl into his face, he needs to leave.

“I’m buying lunch,” he declares towards James. “Anywhere that isn’t here. Truly, anywhere with a bit of peace and quiet for five minutes, mon dieu!” 

Stepping back and pushing his now empty chair back into its original place, he shoots Burr a glance as well. “You’re welcome to join us in my act of humanitarian care. No man gets left behind.” He waits until they both stand, a pleased smile on his face, before regarding the rest of the room. “In fact, I’m feeling generous! Anybody’s welcome to tag along. It’s on me.”

And with that, he starts his march towards the door, tossing away his salad on the way. Next to Alexander, he stops, shaking his head in mild disbelief. “You have a problem,” is all he announces before he waits for James to catch up to him and then lets the rest of whoever’s joining trail behind on their way out of the office.