#londonstart

“I don’t have any more underclothes, my son thought that socks were meant for hiding markers in, since he’s not supposed to have them, and now all of my socks, underwear, undershirts, you name it, have rainbow streaks all over them.” Mads lamented, rubbing his forehead. “I love Teddy to death, but ‘buy a whole new wardrobe’ is a love I can probably only afford once.”

“Excuse me,” the elder man called out to the person walking away. “Hey! Stop!” He said a little louder before following after them and lightly tapping them on the shoulder. “Your phone dropped outta your pocket back there. Here. I think I caught it before anything go into it.”

“What’s the point of going to a bar if all you’re going to do is drink water?” Greer asked the person next to her, not talking about them of course, but the other person that was on the other end of the bar. “That’s the fourth water they’ve had since they came here and they came by themselves.”

“I’ve been practicing walking in heels for the last week and I’m still tripping all over myself. Pair that fact with a long dress and I’m going to wind up falling down the stairs at this ball. Here’s hoping I don’t fall flat on my face in front of someone.”

Leave it to Kendrick to catch a bug when he was on leave. He’d gotten up before sunrise feeling fine, went through his usual morning routine just fine, but by the time he had wrapped up his work at the library around noon, he could barely keep his eyes open. He’d managed to put his work back in his messenger bag and make his way outside. The stairs proved trickier for him, however. One step down threw off his equilibrium completely and he nearly blacked out. “Oh, shit,” he muttered, dropping his bag as he forced himself to sit so he wouldn’t fall.

Walking down the street, the blonde kept his hands in his pockets, it was a thin coat, not having much money for a real thick one and he was honestly freezing. Turning the corner, he spotted someone that dropped what looked like a wallet into the snow and he raced forward to pick it up as they continued on their way. “Hey! You dropped this!” He called out, following after them.

The day was going slow for the art conservator. She decided to wander the gallery on her break coffee in hand. Pausing in front of a Monet painting. “A fan of Monet?” she asked the other standing next to her. “Or just trying to figure out what it is he was painting.” she said jokingly. 

“Okay, serious question time, which place would you choose to go on a little vacation? Dubai or Melbourne.”