#dearclem

Mal: for what it's worth

location: her home 

Maybe it was just habit at this point, maybe it was because of how, during the most vital and heartbreaking moment in each other’s lives, they were there for each other, maybe it was just because he needed to see for himself that she was okay, maybe he was actually ready to have the talk now, since they hadn’t done it when they made those pancakes. Whatever the reason, Mal found himself standing outside of Clem’s place with a small smile as soon as he saw her face. “Hey,” he said, as he leaned against the doorway. “Got a minute?” 

location: her home 

Malachi took a deep breath before knocking, his hand holding on tightly to the bag in his hand that contained his brother’s dino waffle maker, as well as the ingredients they needed to make those waffles in the form of Michael Myers. He wasn’t nervous about the waffle making necessarily, just the fact that he knew they had to talk. A long awaited talk that he’d been putting off for as long as he could remember. He didn’t particularly know if he was ready for it, but he wasn’t going to back out now. “Hey,” he said with a smile when the door opened and he held up the bag. “Ready to make those horror waffles? I can’t wait to make and eat a Ghostface one.” 

location: the daily dose

 “You know I’m pretty convinced that my body is not mostly made up of water, but of coffee.” the brunette said as she took a sip of her caramel macchiato. Hani had lost count of how many cups of coffee she’s had that day alone. An iced coffee just always stayed glued to her hand. “Like at this point, I might as well change my name to Dunkins.”