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01/100 : Days of Productivity

I did some news review and went for a light walk and met the chillest cat ever, she let me pet her, and even sat on my lap for a little bit. Highlight of the day, indeed.

Nayotake no Kaguya-Hime sat dutifully behind the silk panels of the kichō as she listened to the translator list the solutions this foreigner had discovered to the riddles she had put to her suitors. A dark eye looked carefully through the panels at this foreigner. He wasn't sophisticated but looked like someone who'd spent a lifetime doing hard work.

@heygutlcss asked: i know you think i'll leave, but i won't. not now. not ever. (Maria)

"Everyone leaves, shortstop." Riff takes a drag of the cigarette in his hand, peering out the window where he's propped himself up on the sill. His eyes are on the horizon, but they're not really taking it in at the same time, lost in his own thoughts. "S'just the way of things. Sooner or later, everybody leaves. Even the ones who say they won't."

It's all he's ever known, after all. People leaving. His father had been gone by the time he'd turned seven, dragged off to jail or god knows what. His ma had gone before he'd turned ten. He doesn't know where his uncle is these days, nor does he want to know anything about that bastard. Tony's gone, been gone twice, first off to jail, and then off to that permanent sleep. The Jets are...well, he sees some of the boys around, but the Jets are done. They're all scrambling to figure out their lives. Sometimes he wonders if there's much point. Sometimes he wonders why the hell he's still here when Tony isn't. That doesn't seem right. It should be the other way around.

 the  first  time  she  came,  she  was  as  scared  as  a  mouse  taught  in  a  trap.  the  mouse  only  wanted  a  bite  of  the  sweetness  left  out  and  that  was  exactly  what  johanna  was  hungry  for.  some  kindness.  anything.  anthony  was  dead  and  she  was  married  to  a  man  she  had  assumed  didn’t  like  her  for  the  entirety  of  her  first  marriage.  she  couldn’t  sleep  in  the  same  bed  where  anthony  whispered  his  final  words  to  her.  

 now,  it’s  impossible  to  imagine  a  night  where  she  doesn’t  come.  it  doesn’t  matter  if  they’ve  argued  earlier  or  one  of  them  snapped  at  the  other  for  something  (  johanna  tries  her  hardest  to  keep  all  of  it  away  from  laura  and  the  bed  ),  she  comes  every  night,  unless  he  asked  her  not  to.  though,  she  believes  he  might  need  that  just  as  much  as  she  does.  

 with  his  arms  around  her  body,  she  burrows  her  face  into  his  chest.  if  johanna  opens  her  mouth,  she  would  surely  hear  them  chattering.  perhaps,  it’s  her  fault  for  not  wearing  as  many  layers  as  she  should.  she’d  made  sure  laura  was  warm  before  coming  here.  but  she’d  neglected  herself.  

so grazi's NOT impressed with the humble meal tommy fixed for himself last night. granted, he isn't hiding the evidence well; he fell asleep before he could clean his dish. tried to make a poor man's dinner, but tommy's meager kitchen lacks half the ingredients necessary. frankly, he finds humor in that — imagine being too poor for a goddamn poor man's meal.

"i got you, don't i?" cue the sly, charming grin as tommy wraps his arms around the blonde's waist. he pulls graziella onto his lap, lets her have a front-row seat to his open-floored & extremely humble abode.

The Warriors were all wolves, to say Ajax was more animal than most though was an insult to beasts. He was something only humans could make themselves into even if he kept to the old animal laws of protecting and expanding one’s territory and protecting the pack.  But he was wild even rabid which was why the gang usually kept him on a short leash. 

But not even Cleon could or would have yanked on that leash to keep him from leaving Coney. He’d been chain smoking for the last couple days (always a bad sign) and he still was as he made his way up to the Upper West Side. Thomas Cowboy had people up this way. A whole week. 

He’d never been gone that long without warning that his folks were dragging him off somewhere or some school shit. Ajax had been racking his brains trying to remember if they’d argued or if he’d said something to tick him off, hated how he wasn’t sure. Thomas was a mystery to him. Hence the cigarettes. Hence coming up to the Upper West Side without his colors.