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@foxaction || Question sentence starters [ accepting ]

This was, safe for the lady at the cloakroom, the first woman who was talking to Charlotte that night. It was nothing usual, given how she was surrounded by men most of the time anyway, especially at events like these. Glamorous ones, luxury leering decadently into your face at every corner. Charlotte shifted on her barstool to turn toward the pleasant voice, greeted by a sight of a splendid mane of red hair, the man who had just hurried away from her and still grumbling angrily to himself under his breath on the way to his car almost forgotten. “Oh no, thank you. Nothing a couple of words could not fix.” And those had been a subtle but efficient reminder of an unpaid debt that would come haunting him if he didn´t keep his paws to himself.

@foxaction || Supernatural starters [ accepting ]

It sounded like a quote straight out of a romantic comedy, or a line printed on one of those mugs you would get as a last-minute birthday present in one of those shops, but even then, it was strangely uplifting. Especially when delivered in such a light tone, and by someone who carried himself so effortlessly, exuding such kindness and warmth. Cassandra looked up from the slice of homemade lemon pie she had in a small Tupper box on her lap, a few crumbles still on her lips. She hoped the soft traces of wet on her cheeks would go unnoticed and that the smile that emerged, would distract from them. Some days, happiness was a piece of pie. 

@foxaction || Question sentence starters [ accepting ]

A light scoff fell from his lips. His mouth was dry, his palms damp, the cigarette slightly shaking between his calloused fingers. Why was Flynn here? He didn´t know what he expected. All he knew was that he was, like so often, acting on impulse and very likely, making a fool of himself. But screw that. Ever since she had come to one of the gigs he had worked at, Summer… she had an effect on him he could not deny, and let him abandon his pride for a moment or two.