#lima.starters

Red polyester uniform clinging to the teen’s body, she sat down at a nearby table at the Lima Bean in front of another person who she may or may not have ever encountered before. Most Cheerios typically changed into mundane clothes after practice, but not Lemon, no. She loved the feeling the way her skirt would shake like tassels and make all the boys and girls swoon just so she could reject them as quickly as they ogled her. “What’s your poison? Personally, I’m a black coffee kind of girl. Shocking, I know, but it makes me feel classy you know? And coffee should just never be cold, that’s just wrong.” The blonde purred, speaking to the person in front of her.

WHEN TRACY BECAME A GUY WHO WORKS FULL TIME? HE COULDN’T SAY. but with outbursts increasing in frequency and his circle of friends thinning he didn’t do much other than go back and forth between he doodges apartment and work. still, the friendly face that sat nearby as he closed up shop wasn’t as unwelcome as he feigned, “we’re closed! get the fuck out!” he groaned, though there was an unmistakable grin pulling up on his features as he tossed a grease stained rag at the other. he ducked in case there was an attempt to retaliate, only peeking out from his rolling tool cabinet after a few moments to carry on conversation like an adult. “kidding, kidding, if you wanna talk or whatever, we can talk.” he shrugged, picking up another rag and wiping his hands as about half of the lights automatically shut off, indicating the garage was officially closed. trace looked up at the now dimmed ceiling for a moment and then, “that mamma mia shit is kind of stupid don’t you think?” he said, out of the blue. not only was the comment out of character for trace, but he pulled the  source material from seemingly nowhere. “is there one season, just one at that school where they won’t plague us with a show?”

riley was sprawled out on the grass, his gaze directed toward the sky. he’d finished a therapy session about an hour ago, once again going over issues from his past and his birth parents. he felt like he’d been lying here for days, lost in time as he stewed in his own thoughts. his gaze shifted when he heard footsteps, though he didn’t bother to sit up or even move his head “i’m pretending to be a dead body.” he spoke out before snorting. “joking. though an old woman did think i was dead a little while ago and lost it a bit. she was real sweet, gave me a butterscotch candy when she realised i wasn’t actually a corpse abandoned in the park.”