#emersonhart

character — @emersonhart

Nearly two months after stumbling upon a lost cat, she'd finally accepted the fact that no one was coming to claim him. Her mother had already welcomed the four legged friendly into the family, her brother the same, meaning that the once stray of a cat had finally found his home. The park ranger smiled wide as the door to the exam room opened up and the redhead she'd been keeping up to date stepped through with the cat's chart in hand. "Grimm," she hummed, holding up the collar she'd already slipped from the cat's neck, the tag dangling as it bobbed from side to side, "his name. I named him Grimm."

character — @emersonhart

It had been a couple of weeks now and no owner had turned up for their feline friend, which meant that she still had a companion bouncing around her cabin. It was all thanks to her mother that she even felt comfortable enough to leave him alone for the night, even as self-sufficient as he seemed, it seemed neglectful to leave him all by himself. "So," she hummed, more to herself as she neared the redhead she'd come to know as Emerson. A gentle shoulder tap was offered and when she turned to face her, Parker beamed a wide smile. "In case you were wondering, no one has claimed him yet, but he's doing well. I just thought you would want to know."

The issue with working two jobs sometimes was it could lead to long days if CJ didn’t schedule them properly. The pool had an influx of swimming lessons come through, with the numbers garned from 'new years resolutions' meaning it had been an ‘all hands on deck’ sort of situation. And then Break Room had been fully booked out for the next couple of weeks, no doubt as a result of post-Christmas family time. He couldn’t even remember the last time he was long enough in the apartment to socialize with Jeanie and Seb, passing out before getting up heading straight out.

Tonight though, he was simply just too tired to even make it home, settling into a booth at the 24 hour coffee shop which was close enough to Break Room, a coffee in front of him on the table, along with his keys and a random assortment of receipts, pens and other knick-knacks (including his loyalty card at the ice cream parlor, a vape pen and a fidget spinner) he usually kept in his pockets. “If I crash here for a bit will you make sure no one steals my shit? It’s all very valuable.” He asked the woman on the adjoining table with the utmost seriousness.

Phoebe was exhausted. She had barely slept the night before, tossing and turning and just worrying about what exactly happened, how she fucked up that badly. At around five a.m she had just fully given up, deciding she might as well get up for the day. Apparently there was some sort of festive twist on sunrise yoga at The Humming Bee, and it sounded like the perfect place to clear her head. However, when arriving at the studio, she paused when she saw the Grinch.

Double checking the flier on the noticeboard, it was indeed Grinch yoga today, her sleep deprived state wasn’t hallucinating the sight through the doorway. Not really knowing if she was emotionally strong enough for all of that, she stepped back away from the entrance, accidentally clocking someone with her gym bag. “Shit, sorry. Sorry!” She exclaimed, quickly glancing down to make sure she didn’t injure the woman, or spill anything. “I…the Grinch freaked me out. I’m sorry.” She repeated. A word that she kept seeming to repeat at the moment. 

Any worry that Aspen would have turned out more like her mother than Mallory herself had been fully diminished that morning when the teenager had gotten her out of bed on the pretense that it was the perfect day for ice cream. Mallory was inclined to disagree, due to the bitingly cold weather, but, as she learned from the best, Aspen knew how to leverage what she had to get what she wanted. Mallory wondered how long the Child of Divorce card would work on her, and when there had been no ache in her heart at the mention of it. Today wasn’t the day.

So there she was, in the ice cream shop true to its name, the heating not on lest it potentially mess with the freezer holding all of the different flavors, as the fifteen year old scanned each tub with precision as if it were a life or death situation. “Aspen, darling. Hurry up. There’s other people in the shop who also want to eat food inappropriate to the weather.” It wasn’t often she was snappy to her daughter, especially in public, but as she stood in her coat shivering, Mallory felt her already thin patience waver. She turned to shoot an apologetic glance to whoever was standing behind her, eyes softening in familiarity at the vet who helped them all those months ago. “Oh, hello again. At least we’re meeting in better circumstances. I’m sorry about…her.” She gestured to Aspen who was finally making her order to the bemused cashier behind the counter.

After a few passes around the rink and creatively avoiding two near collisions, the professor had decided that it was time for a break and headed for the snack bar. The brunette hadn't been sure where Dallas had gotten off to but she figured one of his siblings or friends had snagged him for a few moments.

When she'd rolled up for a refreshment and began perusing the available snacks, the brunette noticed and unforgettable face. One belonging to a the gorgeous redhead in her beautiful dress. A gentle touch on the woman's arm— "hi," she said making sure the redhead could see her lips and waved.

character — @emersonhart

While neither women in question were close friends, she had still attended the wedding and part of the reception that had left her in need of brunch. It was a bold move to reach out to the veterinarian she was still getting to know, but to her surprise, the other had accepted. The news that danced on the tip of her tongue was quite trivial, but as the redhead came into view, the excitement doubled deep in Parker's chest. "Good Morning," she called out, smile stretched wide. "Thanks for coming. Everything's free, by the way. Courtesy of the Mrs. and Mrs."