Jul 4, 2018
call ☽ dusty
[ring, ring, all that shit]
HAZEL: hey!
HAZEL: you got five minutes for your favourite idiot?
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call ☽ dusty
[ring, ring, all that shit]
HAZEL: hey!
HAZEL: you got five minutes for your favourite idiot?
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One of the things Liv liked most about living in Crownsville was the weather. It was quite different from England, and she enjoyed being outside as much as possible. Since the schools had the day off, Liv had extra free time, so she texted Dustin, asking him to join her for a walk in the park. It had been a good while since she last saw her friend, and she enjoyed his company because they could be complete geeks together. Of course, she decided to bring her pug, Lucy, along for the walk. She was like her child. As she spotted her friend, she approached him with a smile on her face. “Hey, you. It’s so nice to see you. What have you been up to?” She inquired curiously.
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despite having a bit of a slump recently, and every day life becoming a bit more effort than usual, feeling as though simply walking is like wading through a pool of honey, the spirit of pride has filled their lovely little town, and hazel’s felt herself be lifted up slightly today. with permanent record only open until 2pm, the PR5 team are free to enjoy the festivities, hazel included, and although she’s still nestled deep in the closet ( apart from when it comes to one person... ) she’s ready to enjoy it. though she’d accepted herself and fully started privately identifying as a big ol’ lesbian in full swing by the time last year’s pride rolled around, she hadn’t been able to attend, blaming it on work but that not being a problem in the slightest; the true reasoning had been not deeming it her place. however, times have changed; she’s as gay as the day is long, and can goddamn well go to pride if she wants to, and she’s excited. “dust,” hazel says to catch his attention as he passes, looking up from her stool as she cleans up her station, the other two horseman of the apocalypse already at the front of the shop and preparing to leave, parting ways. “you wanna grab lunch before we head over in a second ? you should probably eat before later, right ? and i’m starvin’,” she offers. “i still need to lock up and shit so if you wanna go and i’ll find ya later ? i’m pretty sure tweedledum and tweedledee are headin’ out,” nodding towards the front of the shop, the smirk on her lips is fond -- but it’s a smirk nonetheless. despite not being able to enjoy the full day, she hasn't missed anywhere near as much as she would’ve if she hadn’t made the decision to close permanent record early to allow them to enjoy pride, and the pride tattoos she’s been asked to do all month certainly make up for it, glad Big Boss approved of her idea for discounted pride related tattoos in june.
by the time hazel has cleaned up and locked up, her beloved second home closed until monday, the ever so affectionately nicknamed tweetledum and tweedledee are long gone, leaving hazel and her darling dusty alone as she plonks her keys in her bag, before turning to look up at dusty before she settles on a direction to walk in. “y’wanna grab somethin’ before we head that way ? or y’wanna find somethin’ to eat when we get there ? everywhere else will probably be pretty quiet, but i don’t mind either way. i’m just dyin’ and need to eat,” not to be dramatic or anything. giving dusty a smile, her features soften, and her hand reaches up to to gently ‘fix’ the position of dusty’s bow tie ---- which, of course, is hazel for ‘teasingly prod it out of place slightly to be a brat’ while looking up at him as if she’s the picture of pure innocence. “nice bow tie, bun. you excited ?”