Location: Shopping Mall

"My aunt Larissa taught me that the first thing to self-confidence was feeling confident in ones skin and loving yourself. What partners well with that is a great wardrobe." Running into Lucy may have just been a spin of luck or the universe giving her a fun outlet and an excuse to go shopping. Being cut-off by ehr father was no easy feat, but Fia had always been a good steward of her own money and therefore it was more like the umbilical cord was finally snipped. In a way she was thankful for it, but it didn't hurt when her dad was fronting the bill for her miscellaneous expenditures. "What type of energy do you want to give off is the question. Mellow and chill. Simplistic and neutrals. A fiery firecracker like myself? Or even muted blacks." From what Fia could sense from the Driscoll so far, they had some work to do.

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 “You know, Theres a lot of things I have learned today. But the one lesson I take to heart is this. Americans, seem to love fast foods.”

It was becoming a routine, the days Elliot had to work past 3pm during the week, and nobody else could pick Genevieve up from school. It had only been a text message asking her today. Chelsea was packing groceries into the trunk of her car when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She drove to the school straight from the store, with Jack sleeping soundly in his car seat in the back. Smiled at him in her rearview mirror. Music on low, humming along to the words. She parked in her normal spot and watched out the window as school children started to emerge from the building. And there was Jenny, gripping the straps of the bag on her back. Only, instead of approaching Chelsea’s car, she started walking in the opposite direction. 

Rolling down her window, Chelsea called for her. She couldn’t get her attention. Pulling the key out of the ignition, Chelsea grabbed her purse and Jack out of the backseat. “I know, I’m sorry, buddy.” She hushed against his skin as he started crying, being woken from a light sleep. “Jenny!” Chelsea shouted. She was a little on edge. Where was she going? Hoped she wasn’t being lured out to another car, ‘cause... Alex, he’d been taken from school. Elliot had given Chelsea one job-- so she was quick when her feet hit the pavement. When Jenny stopped at a car, a woman was leaning against its exterior. Getting closer, Chelsea felt her heart calm. This was a different type of panic, now. She slowed, combed her fingers through Jack’s hair. Tried to catch her breath before she greeted Genevieve’s mother and Elliot’s ex-wife, evidently here to pick up her daughter from school.

“Jenny, hi.” Chelsea said first, lips pressed into a smile, hand on the girl’s shoulder. She pulled Jack higher up her hip, holding out a hand for Lucy. “Hi, I’m Chelsea... Elliot’s girlfriend. He asked me to pick Jenny up from school. Must’ve gotten our wires crossed.” Jack was whining. Chelsea was a little bit breathless. “Oh, uh, this is my son, Jack.” 

God, she was going to kill Elliot.

Location: Black Cate Café

"I have to have a lot of restraint when I come in here not to try and take one home with me," she chuckled. Seeing that Clare would be here for the long haul until something called her elsewhere, she figured it was time she befriended some more people. Joining a book club, she got to meet Lucy who seemed of a more mellow demeanor, which was certainly a balance that Clare enjoyed amongst her friend circle. "There was an alley cat where I grew up. I named them Mitzy. I snuck them as much as I could, especially during the winter. You have any pets?" 

Kunikida was beginning to finally feel settled in the city, though he still had yet to really find consistency for his day-to-day life. His schedule was usually filled with tasks such as ‘find out what you can about traveling back to Yokohama’ and ‘consider applying for a teaching position’ most days, save for Sundays, when he actually gave himself time to ‘relax.’

Which meant that he was just wandering the city almost aimlessly that day of the week.

This particular day ‘off’ was brought to a screeching halt, however, once his eyes spotted a familiar face. A former member of the Guild, last he’d heard, Lucy wasn’t the worst one he could have spotted. Better than someone from the Port Mafia, or that insufferable Fitzgerald. 

Tentatively, he walked up to her.

Summon Spirit. The term was as cut and closed as one would honestly expect- A spirit with powers that outreach the mortal plane with the ability to alter the world through the use of Mana or other unexplained values. They can be summoned by one who has proved their strength and contracted to do so, though that case usually ends up on a scale from ‘relatively safe’ to ‘outright catastrophic’ depending on the situation. 

Ratatosk was the unlucky bastard who ended up on the worst side of the spectrum. And who says 1000+ years of being bitter didn’t do anything. 

So despite the fact that the blond Summon Spirit was now contract-free and didn’t rely on anyone (ergo not counting the ‘friends’ from his world), he still had the habit of cringing anytime anyone with ‘summoning capabilities’ was near. 

He decided to take Seiga out on a walk today since the weather was looking a lot better as of late and such a thing reminded him that the fridge needed to be refilled. The chocobo fluffed up his feathers while shaking off any specks of dirt that have gotten on them. A loud croon came from him that made Joey laugh in response. Its been a while since they’ve been able to walk around the city without a cause of insanity or danger. It was with this he was able to notice all the new faces in the city, the thing that used to make him nervous now now did so for another reason. 

“Is this enough? I have to make enough for the both of us.” A thoughtful look passed by his face while walking past when he heard a loud rumble. Turning around, violet-blue eyes widened slightly when seeing the supposed culprit.

today was lucky enough to be the second option, even though it might not have been ideal. he’d overheard the couple, sitting at a table in an outdoor cafe being not-so-private about their conversation detailing their discomfort at the girl with horns sitting a few tables away. 

within a few moments, akira had taken a glass of water from a nearby waiter, taking no heed in spilling its contents over their table. 

“sorry,” he says, his intent clear despite his words, “my hand slipped.”

there’s a few moments of outraged stammering before the couple stands up from their seats, walking away with a huff. and with a proud smirk, akira takes the seat in their stead, stacking their plates and setting them neatly aside for the waiter. even though there are plenty of eyes on him, he still turns to the subject of the couple’s conversation. 

“sorry,” akira said again, this time clearly more sincere. “figured i’d help clean up the place. sorry if you had to hear any of that. i’m sure you’re used to it by now.”