#ellingham:starter

as time inched its way towards monroe’s favorite holiday, the girl couldn't help but let her excitement out. she felt like she had been holding it back for at least a month now, but november was coming to a close and december was knocking the girl’s door down. it probably wasn't the smartest thing for the girl to go pick up her decorations and pick out her tree on the same day. her car was definitely not big enough for both and monroe was not strong enough to get the tree on top of her car. a huff left her lips as she finally gave up, leaning it against her car. “hey, um, excuse me? do you have any advice on how to load this sucker up?” she asked the figure nearby. monroe could only hope they hadn’t been standing there for too long watching her struggle. 

kay crouched down on the pavement, placing a hand on each of his dogs’ heads. ❝ okay boys, you know the drill: no barking, no sniffing strangers, and no giving me the puppy eyes, alright? we have a cupboard full of treats at home, so there’s no point begging me to get more. and I know it’s exciting and snow is the weirdest thing ever––you know how much I love it too, but that doesn’t mean you have to bark. a little tail wagging and panting goes a long way. ❞ he scratched their chins and petted them for a few seconds. ❝ yes, you are so good! you are the best! I love you so much. am I going to break my rule and buy you more treats because, I'm a huge pushover? yes I am! you two should be ashamed of yourselves, for taking advantage of me like this. quit! being! so! cute! ❞ kay heard a noise behind him and quickly straightened up, a little embarrassed at being caught talking to his dogs.

Valerie sighed heavily trying to balance her two cups of green tea, her muffin, and the two croissants that she bought. She wasn’t necessarily hungry  or that thirsty but she knew she had lots to do at the lab today and she was gonna need all the extra energy. “Why am I like this? Why can’t I just come back later? How is this any worse than just leaving work and walking here to get some more food? Why is my brain like this?” She mumbled to herself, completely focused on her steaming cups and her two bags of food. She was so focused she didn’t notice she was about to run into someone until it was almost too late and she had almost spilled both her drinks on the poor person.

MONTY had always loved the town meetings, it was tradition and he’s never missed one. he loved this town and he loved how much other people did too. wrapped his coat tighter around his torso and pressed his shoulders up to his neck. he opened the door and scanned the room for seats. he had found one near the middle ( it was where he always sat for these things and was technically his spot by now ) however, monty being monty, when he sat down, he somehow incorrectly guessed the position of the chair and sat a litle too far forward, causing him too fall on the floor, a loud noise of scrambling and metal clanking rippled throughout the room. “but you see though. . .” monty began, he propped himself up to actually sit on the chair and gave an awkward chuckle as looked at the witness beside him. “the thing is. . .um .  . .” his brain struggled to come up with an excuse to his clumsiness.