#liloellobo

POP-UP ART SHOW

Join avant-garde atronach artist T’rocks as zie takes over the deli section of the Faeway Grocery to present an exclusive selection of zir work. Just $35 (or trade equivalent) gets you access to T’rocks’ newest and most audacious works, cubes of cheese and rustic bread, and a fermented tea that’s sort of like wine, close enough anyhow to give you a buzz.

Don’t miss the show that everybody’s going to be talking about!

“Where’s that dude’s other hand?” - @rydenbolt

“This tea tastes like that one time I boiled grape juice and peanut butter” - @lilo-el-lobo

“Brow game on point” - @mayaparker

“I don’t think that animal should be smiling like that” - @thatwhichbindsus

Unfortunately Bellamy Barnes has her lipsticks concocted especially for her by a band of radical couture pixies, so there’s no way to tell what shade it was for sure. However, a source tells us that some key components are a ball of crumpled-up foil, tuberose, sweet almond, and a single strand of hair from a wolf that has failed Grade 8 Math three times (our bet’s on Lilo Lopez for that one). Good luck, SWF!

@lilo-el-lobo

[TXT] Oyeeeeeeeeee pretty little lady

[TXT] you got kids yeah? BABIS THO BABIES they are so small they are so tiny

[TXT] How can they be so tiny? Do they make pretty tiny baby things? You are so so  fancy.

It’s was pretty early, Iddy had no idea what time it was but he knew it was early. He could have checked his phone, but he struggled to bring it out of his pocket. He never wore his watch other than for work. That was because Iddy marked it in his calendar that today was the day he was going to call his parents. He hadn’t done that in more than a year. He had to tell himself days in advance that he was going to do it, to psych himself up.

He was sat on a bench in the park, in a cozy little corner, that was covered by thick trees on the back and one side. He took out his phone, dialled in the number and hoped no one would answer. But someone did, his mother.

Iddy was practically shaking, leaning his head in his hands, hunched over on the bench as they talked for a while. His mother cried, she always did. She told him she missed him, but never mentioned him coming home. She understood that he couldn’t, even though she didn’t know why. 

He didn’t know how long they spoke for, he didn’t care, they just kept talking and it felt good. Iddy told her about his new friends, the people he lives with, his job, Attis. He was so engulfed in the conversation that he barely noticed anyone walking by. So engulfed that he didn’t notice the huge creature looming over him from behind, ready to devour him.

@lilo-el-lobo

Pulling up outside the Academy, she was struck by what she was doing. Finding a daycare for her son in a town she barely knew. Finding somewhere to dump him when she’d only just got him back. 

Maybe she should just put off going to work for another week. Give her some more time alone with him. But she was coming to work at this academy anyone. It was only going around fixing servers or the occasional computer that went kaput, so she could easily just drop in and say hi.

She took a couple of deep breaths as she stepped out of the car and pushed the front seat all the way forward to lean in and unbuckle Noel. This was Gabriel’s half brother, he told him about this place and gave a personal recommendation. So, if Noel really was what they were saying he was, he’ll be in the best place. Everything so was up in the air, that Shivonne could barely catch her breath.

As she walked into Sumner Sprouts with Noel, she stroked the back of his long brown hair, telling herself that she was comforting him, when really he was doing just fine and she was actually soothing herself. “Erm, excuse me? I’m looking for someone- Lilo, I’m looking for Lilo. I need to register my son into daycare.”

Shiloh and Sloan had both agreed that they did not want their business, their dealings, to come back to their family home; this extended to both buying and selling. You did not shit where you ate. The problem was: public locations did not afford all the anonymity that a residence would. Sloan had to carefully choose where she picked up the drugs that she intended to sell en masse to the residents of Sumner. And as her list of client’s grew, the amount of product she was moving grew as well. Supply and demand.

Sumner Sanctum Academy had a recreational center and gym that was often busy. Filled with the energy of various students of various species. It was the perfect cover for Sloan. She could come to the rec, get in a strength workout, and meet with a member of Los Lobos. Los Lobos gang supplied many different products and catered perfectly to the complex and varied tastes of Sumner’s citizens. It was also a bonus that the gang was exactly what it professed to be - wolves. Many gargoyles held a strong distaste for werewolves but Sloan was not her heritage. Infact, currently, Sloan wanted as little to do with gargoyles as possible; their caution was nothing more than a pathetic hinderance. So, werewolves were copacetic.

“Oh good! You brought my gym bag!” Sloan exclaimed as she saw the familiar face in front of the rec center, toting a bag that could, but certainly did not, contain workout clothing. The money she owed the Lobos was left in a post office box to which they both had the key; it was better to not be trading massive amounts of money as well as massive amounts of drugs. Sloan slung the bag over her shoulder, leaning in to hug the wolf named Platito. “We are going to have to up our meetings from once a fortnight to once a week,” Sloan spoke lowly.

“Oi, mi ángel de piedra,” the werewolf replied, remaining in the hug. To everyone else, they were boyfriend and girlfriend, whispering sweet nothings. “You make Los Lobos much money. Do not get sloppy dealing more than you can handle. We would hate for something to happen.”

Their meetings were always short and Sloan was never quite sure if Platito was being genuine or threatening, perhaps some odd mixture of both. Sloan pondered this for a moment as she watched him disappear.