#just browsing

Poppy, cleaning up after dinner, completely content: 😌

Shiny: *picks up phone* Hey, Stupid. What's up? Oh wow, you're going Christmas shopping?

Poppy: 😯

Shiny: Nah, Poppy can't do that. She's busy cleaning.

Poppy: *tosses sponge aside* I'm done cleaning!

Shiny, holding back a smirk: And you're going to the Cafe afterwards??

Poppy: 😟

Shiny: No, Poppy wouldn't want one. She doesn't like all the Christmas drinks.

Poppy: Yes I do!

Shiny, snickering: Wooow, you've got a pretty busy day ahead of 'ya. You're gonna go home and make cookies and watch Snow White???

Poppy: 🥺🥺🥺

Shiny: No, no. Poppy isn't interested in any of that-

Poppy: *grabs her bag* Yes I am! I'm on my way!!!

Shiny: *cackling*

CN: dehumanisation.

Scrapper, Harvey decides, watching the boy from behind his sunglasses. From Harvey's bench to the square of blanket on the grass, he can't hear what words are being said between the two people sitting in the sun, but he can see details of their bodies and gestures. The one with long hair seems relaxed and elegant, polished. Alistair would like them. But they're not Harvey's type.

No, he's got his eye on the other one. Hunched up, glaring around him, probably keeping Harvey in the corner of his eye as much as Harvey is keeping him in view. He has the sharp edges of someone hardened against the world. He knows how to turn a softed side to his companion, but Harvey sees through that. He holds himself like he's expecting a knife to come out at any second.

The crutches could be something else, but Harvey would bet his wallet that it was chronic pain from previous injuries. There was a certain protective tension, even when he was sitting down, that seemed barely conscious. New to the crutches, maybe, but not to the hurt.

Damn what she browsing???

Ah

SHEs posting loving and nice comments about strangers dogs on Facebook.