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cat: okay so

cat: i've got a box of toys and some fun stuff, i have a couple of em for you if you want 😈

“i’ve got a question for you,” michael said, leaning against the bar as he spoke to the person next to him. he was a little buzzed, but he could handle his liquor well, so he was just vibing. “if you found a briefcase full of money, and the amount of money was the same number as your phone number... how much money would you have?” he smiled.

after grabbing her iced coffee and a water salem headed over to the empty table in the corner of the cafe. she pulled the animal out of her bag while trying to be as discreet as possible when she noticed she caught the attention of the person at the next table over. “look at this cutie I found outside, I don’t know if dogs are allowed in here but I snuck him in my purse.” she said with a sly smile, always having a soft spot for animals. “he was just outside pouting with no leash or collar or anything and I couldn’t resist, should I keep him?”

while robin’s work was mostly known to the upper class of chicago, and was a well kept secret at that, she loves it when she can showcase to everyone at mocha. the third sunday of every month she would set up a couple tables into a display and sell her simpler pieces and talk about commissions with the average person. even her cheaper pieces were intricate and delicate, a piece of art even without diamonds. spring brought her lighter pieces out, a smooth chunk of obsidian wrapped in gold bands, with delicate wings of a honeybee, any matter of flower wrapped in silver vines, shimmering wires made into a dragonfly with latticed wings. happily settled into her usual corner of the shop, she offered a smile to a potential customer. “anything catch your eye?”