open / closed starter: for @hollowgrounds (alan) location: local cafe.
there was something different about him. the way he spoke about things was off, not off in the sense it was obvious but something was there. unfortunately, it wasn’t her concern to dig for it nor was the concern even there to begin with. she was curious but she wasn’t that curious. besides, it’s not a topic of question you ask someone you barely know and have only seen like twice before now. ❛ ❛ ⸺ you are so weird, ❜ ❜ she tells him as she pulls out an acer laptop from her messenger bag with one hand, in the other holds a bag raspberry cheesecake cookies given to her earlier (for free & home made. made out of a ‘kind’ gesture but the wolf seen it a bribery attempt for donations); people already making big game plans by raising an emergency fund in case anything else tragic struck again along with a nifty flyer she did not ask for but couldn’t be bothered to protest against it, or anything else today.
the wolf sets the treats on the table, along with the laptop, opening the lid as it starts up, wasting no time to begin clicking away. as she types, there’s a rumble forging in her stomach from the aroma of the food being delivered to its array of customers, on the cusp of demanding nourishment itself; what she’d want however was not sitting beside her in the form of glucose. there was someone else there that might not see it go to waste, extending the treats only so slightly his direction. ❛ ❛ you wouldn’t happen to want these for maybe later or something do you ? otherwise i’m just gonna trash it, i don’t want ‘em. ❜ ❜
