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Punctuality had never been Lottie’s strong-suit. Instead, she was easily-distracted, her attention being pulled in several different directions at a time. What shoes should she pair with her outfit? Who just sent her a text? What was the name of that new little brunch spot in town? Maybe she should give it a quick Google...

And before she knew it, she’d be more than fifteen minutes late for an appointment, or class, or anything else she had on her agenda.

Knowing herself as she did, Lottie made a herculean effort to not screw up her interview at Pixies. Seriously. She even laid out her outfit the night before so she was sure she wouldn’t get caught up on some little, meaningless detail. And to her, that was a big deal.

Thankfully, it paid off. Lottie tried to quell her sense of pride as she found herself arriving five minutes before her 2 PM interview, but she had to admit — she was a little excited about it. Maybe she was turning over a new leaf after all.

Stepping inside, the blonde hesitated in the entryway, eyeing the place in hopes of spotting Peri. 

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It was a regular, good old day. It was a weekend and, well, the semester was pretty much over. Thankfully, Miguel was able to stay in Swynlake during the summer holiday, even if he had managed to arrange a visit to Mexico in about a month.

Anyway, he had been doing his best to practice guitar now that he had time to do it and, because of that, he forgot to go out for groceries. See, his mother had sent him an electric grill for his dorm room. He wasn’t sure if they were allowed so it was kept under wraps when it arrived. Now, he was able to cook up acceptable meals that weren’t noodle soup.

The college student was at the grocery store, staring in disgust at the fact that genuine tortillas were being sold in a plastic bag (What the heck?) and at a very expensive price. It got worse when he saw how much chorizo was worth (Imported, my ass.).

Miguel’s food-related depression came to an end when he noticed a familiar figure nearby. He most certainly hadn’t seen Peri for weeks, ever since she announced her intention to look for her mother. He hoped it’d gone well, of course.

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Diablo had started doing preparations, as he was excited to be more human again. He still didn’t know how much logner he’d have, but deep in his head he loved to fantasize over the fact that he might just have enough time to get a proper job and an apartment, and start living a normal life.

During one of his totally human walks, Diablo came upon the local tattoo place, and looked at the sign for a little bit. Once, in a festival, he’d gotten a nice henna tattoo from the individual who ran the place, but he wondered if he was maybe ready for the real thing. It would look pretty cool, and make him even more attractive than he already was.

So, he decided to walk in! The place seemed nice, but there was nobody around when he was there. He was wearing one of Barrell’s larger sweatshirts so he was not bare-chested, as well as his usual black shorts underneath and a pair of old shoes. 

All week Barrell had been hyped up over his new shoulder piece. But now that he was actually in the chair, the machine digging at his skin, he suddenly felt ill. The last time he’d sat in this building his eyes had been on his artist instead of the tiled floor like they were now. --- He could easily recall the way they sat across from each other, tucked in the corner near the shop’s window. Every so often he would try to pull his gaze away but in a matter of seconds they slid back to her. Finding her expressions more amusing than anything he could see out on the street.

Looking back on it, what he did was for the best. ( For him at least. ) But that didn’t make the air feel any less thick. This place was her territory, not his.

“ Let’s take a breather, yeah ?? “ His artist must have noticed Barrell’s discomfort && mistaken it for pain; offering the blonde a smile before venturing off toward the bathroom.

It wasn’t like Barrell had much to his name to begin with, but staring down the three cardboard boxes && a single suitcase... Well, seeing it all compact like that, it made his belongings look particularly scarce. --- --- Not that he was complaining !! Not in the slightest. He hated the idea of having to unpack all of the stuff that he’d just managed to compress down the night before. So in that sense, less was better.

He kicked off his boots && forced himself into his new role, pulling out a pocket knife to cut open the first box. The duck tape easily gave way && the first thing he saw-- Was something that he’d found at the store && only brought over as a gag.

“ Hey Peri, “ He called, using a bit of ( half sticky ) used tape from the box to hang mistletoe on the threshold of what was now going to be their bedroom. “ Can you help with this real quick?? “

it was all a show. He leaned in the doorway, shoulder pressed to the frame && a cocky little smile tugging up the corner of his mouth as he waited for her to come && notice. 

Barrell’s gaze flicked back and forth between his phone and the door numbers as he moved down the hall, trying to match Peri’s address to the numbers on the wall. Truth be told, he was a tad worried about the girl. Day drinking didn’t exactly mean ‘tragedy’ in his book, but for blondie?? -- Well it was just the tiniest bit off putting. It didn’t seem like it was something up her ally.

So he got there as quickly as he could after play practice, prepared to find a very silly girl drunk off her ass. “ It’s me, ” He called, lightly tapping on the door with the two of his boot. Just loud enough that he was sure she could here. 

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I disse dage begynder solen og varmen så småt at vende til bage til Danmark. Et kig ud ad vinduet kan give forhåbninger om, at det er ved at være slut med bidende kulde, sne og slud og tungt vintertøj. De optimistiske sjæle vil måske ligefrem sige, at foråret definitivt er begyndt at gøre sit indtog i Danmark – igen i år. For manges vedkommende er foråret og de lunere temperaturer ensbetydende…