#matxria

–Stop. I’ve heard enough. [She places her index finger between her lips, as if she’s gesturing him to stay shut. Of course she knew today was Thanksgiving and it is a valid excuse to be late, but… something about his reason is just way too odd. Rosetta couldn’t exactly blame him, though. It is strange situation indeed.]

You went out of town to… buy cookies? … [Lets her hand fall to her side. She gives him a muddled look.]

[Smiles.] Danny, no worries. [Chuckles] Trust me, you’re fine.

Er, yeah... Sorry... I-It won’t happen again, promise.

[Pierre could not feel any more like an idiot. Blinking slowly and pocketing his phone he uses his now free hand to rub at his face and stare at the Inn LITERALLY NEXT DOOR with a look of contempt.] I... oh gosh- you must think I’m so dense--

[Turning to the girl he looks almost frantic, especially since his usually well ironed suit jacked and buttoned wrong and his hair is messy and standing in every direction.]

I’m supposed to be mentoring the chef at the De Sainte Coquille manor and-- and the trip here had NOT been very pleasant.

[A choking sob escapes his lips.]

After work, Danny went home to eat and get ready for the festival. Would he need anything? Maybe a big blanket for him and Rosetta to sit on. After digging around his shop, he finally found a big one. Well, it wasn’t like he was gonna sell this anytime soon, anyways. Might as well use it.

(( i’ll have rosetta compare danny to the moon tyvm xD

Danny had thought he wouldn’t be able to sleep at all that night. He had planned to finish cleaning his story, and maybe tell Erik about his situation. However, after cleaning up the liquid that had leaked onto the floor, Danny had immediately gone to bed and passed out until morning, exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally. When he woke up in the morning, after convincing himself he hadn’t just dreamed last night’s conversation, he got himself ready. 

It felt wrong, stepping outside so early. He should be prepping his own store right now. This new job had come so suddenly, it still didn’t feel right yet. If he’d been given a few days to prepare, maybe, but as it was now, it felt incredibly surreal. As he closed and locked the door behind him, Danny stared at the closed sign in front of him. He had flipped that sign last night before closing for the day, unaware of the fact that that sign wouldn’t be flipped to say ‘open’ again for a very long time- if ever. He had closed his store for the last time without him really even knowing. It was like a rug had been pulled out from underneath him. At the same time, he wouldn’t have to worry about searching for a job. Since there’d been no delay period, he could immediately start making money again. As a result of all of that, Danny had a lot of mixed feelings as he locked up to make sure no one would mistakenly try to enter his store. He would probably have to send out letters to everyone saying that his store was closed. Then again, who would really notice at this point? Other than anyone trying to visit him for personal reasons, probably no one.

Ha! Like you’ll ever find somebody to dance with.