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It was supposed to be a normal day. Bao Bao had been tired so she left him with Yuqi before going for her shift at Stop and Paws - it was her final week before becoming an actual employee at the store, and Aura wanted to make the most of her volunteer freedom. But the moment she walked into the store, she could sense that something was different. The air was heavy, and people seemed to be whispering. It was a strange experience.

Things only started to click into place when she went to the back rooms, wanting to greet the pets, and saw one of the cages emptied. Biscuit was one of her favourites - he was still small, like an armful of brown curls, and liked to be held like a baby. Aura had a soft spot for him, mostly because he reminded her so much of Bao Bao.

The Appointment | starter for @mpjordan​ ft Wukong & Jordan 

“You got the cone huh? That is rough-” Glancing to his side, Wukong murmurs out of the corner of his mouth to the rather sullen looking labrador sat to his right, neck harnessed with a wide brim plastic cone. Her sad, brown eyes glancing up to him with a soft whine, before she lowers herself down onto her belly in utter submission to their horrible circumstance. The place no animal enjoys being... the vet. 

Sat, lightly bouncing his knees, the Monkey King rolls his sharp jaw in anxiety as his eyes glance from clock to receptionist then back to the clock. He really hopes he doesn’t get the cone again! Dressed not in his usual shirt and tie, the doctor sits in a hoodie and grey sweats, with the hood pulled up and face somewhat hidden. Meanwhile behind him a tufty, auburn tail swings from left to right between the chair legs, with a painful crook in the end. Under his hood his eyes had turned all but golden yellow, and his strong cheekbones furry with side burns, and his ears round little buttons, monkey ears. 

cont from here w/ @mpjordan ft Phobetor & Jordan 

With a hiss of annoyance, Phobetor’s finger slips on the piano keys causing another bum-note to fill the restaurant as he grimaces and his irritation only grows. Usually beautifully deft and skilled fingers continue to prang angrily on every other key as his mind swirls with irritation and... thoughts. 

His life was fine, he had everything he needed. His recently aquired business, his wonderful children, not a single hiccup, and then men happened. Why is he so weak to them? Why must they continue to cause every damn problem in his life?! One man in particular with his stupid jokes and irritating manners, wanton disrespect of his home and business premisis, but also... lovely ass, wonderful caring smile and infectious, happy personality... as his mind becomes distracted Phobetor’s fingers slip once more and now he gives in with a grunt of annoyance as he glares down at the paino, as if it were at fault. 

Hearing a voice beside him Phobetor glances over, a little taken by surprise as he was so deep within his mind he had almost forgotten he was in public, until the man’s words begin to drive home the point and the god’s dark eyes glance past him to the quiet bar. “Ah, apologies-” he mumblrs softly, realising he may have been ruining the atmostphere somewhat. “I think it might be a little out of tune” he excuses with a slight clear of his throat, as no one is going to believe that, before he slowly folds down the key cover. “Thank you, a drink would be nice” he nods, still a little awkwardly embarrassed before he stands from the piano stool and runs his hands down his chest to straighten his suit, before he tugs down his blazer with a small huff. How low had he fallen, escaping to bars to punish pianos for his own issues... 

Save my Friend ! | starter for @mpjordan ft Muzen & Jordan 

“Help!” With a bang of the vet surgery’s swinging doors, Muzen feels his breath hiccup with frantic, panicked gulps as his eyes well and sting with unshed tears, as they threaten to flow forth as his eyes search for anyone who looked remotely medical that could help. “Please, you’ve got to help my friend-! She’s hurt!” He gasps, holding a shoebox tightly in his hands as he hurries to the receptionist desk, gaze frantically moving from one individual to the next. “I came to check on her and she wasn’t moving-” he explains, cheeks pink from the cold as he’s bundled up tightly in a puffy jacket and scarf wound many ttimes around his neck and tucked against his chin. 

a kind gesture : ♝ holding hands

Bes couldn't quite place a finger on where they had met- Jordan insisted that it had been at the library... or maybe a club -but the other man had become a fixture in his life recently. Considering the way his free time was dominated by thoughts of Jungjin and the heartbreak associated, the son of Bastet was grateful.

So when the other demigod seems a little down Bes doesn't hesitate to offer his comfort, reaching to take Jordan's hand and lace their fingers. Raising their joined hands to brush the vet's knuckles across his cheek he smiles softly, golden eyes gentle.

kind gesture meme | accepting

Felix had woken up feeling fine, but progressively throughout the day he had started to feel worse and worse. Which sucked, because he was supposed to be having a fun day off with Jordan. However, by the time they stopped to get lunch, he felt super nauseous, tired and feverish. His head hurt. His muscles ached as if he had run a marathon. The very idea of food made him want to gag.

“Sorry, hyung, but I think I need to go home. I don’t feel very good...” He murmured, shivering despite the heavy winter coat he wore. He flinched back when Jordan reached out a hand to feel his forehead, nearly losing his balance in the process. He rested a hand on the wall beside him to keep himself upright, looking rather perplexed by his own actions. “Sorry, I... I don’t know why I did that.”

@mpjordan

Felix did not understand what was going on. He almost felt like he was in some sort of nightmare, but pinching himself hadn’t woken him up. The situation simply did not compute, as he looked at the man he had thought was his friend, taking in the wicked smile on his face and the vitriolic things coming out of his mouth. Like he was a villain in a movie. Like something had possessed him, maybe, because surely someone could not change so suddenly. No one could switch from being so sweet to so cruel at the drop of a hat, right?

Not too long ago, they had been talking about ice cream and Jordan had stayed the night to snuggle and comfort him, but now...

He shook his head, his expression somewhere between completely lost and completely crushed. He was hardly even paying attention to what Jordan said, maybe tuning it out as some kind of self-defense mechanism. Not that he really needed to hear it, because it was all things he had thought to himself at one point or another, as if Jordan was in his head. You’re really an idiot, Felix. Why would anyone love you? You’re so damn annoying.

ANGST sentence starters | Accepting

Felix just stared at Jordon for a second, and anyone could see the gears turning in his head. For a second, the words just did not register to him. A brief look of confusion crossed his face. Oh, right, he had told Jordan about all that, hadn’t he? The older male probably recalled the details better than he did, at this point. Lately everything had felt fuzzy and intangible to him. He was starting to realize that trying to forget had been a mistake.