#mpryul

a continuation from here ft. the dashing @mpryul

"Thank you." He was charming.

Billie couldn't help the grin drawing on her lips as he lit her cigarette, eyes taking in as much of him as they could in those brief seconds; he was tall, messy haired —which, added to the charm— and had a couple of tattoos from what she could see peek under the dim lighting and his clothes. He looked like the type of man that could wreck a life, mysterious and dangerously enticing all at once - the type of man she found exciting to hang around. Smoke filled her lungs and burned at the exhaustion of the day, pushing it away if only for that moment between two strangers.

"Somehow I find that hard to believe." She hummed, turning her back to the city lights in exhange of the sight of her mystery companion for the night. He was trying to make conversation, and had it been anywhere else, she'd ignore it, but her newness to the island had her feeling a different kind of lonely. "Honestly, yeah. I just left work but I'm in no mood to head home yet." That much was true. Nothing and no one waited for her, the only people she knew either deep asleep or lost somewhere doing their thing.

Closed starter for the Eeyore to his Tigger @mpryul

A pastel blue bubble inflated at his lips as Felix set about stocking the shelves of the prize counter with a new assortment of brightly-colored plushies. He blended right in, honestly, with that ridiculous Tigger hood-scarf-mitten ensemble draped over his red and black flannel. It was all in good fun, really; he was a silly sort of guy, playfully juggling a couple of soft green stuffed aliens as the bubble popped in its cotton-candy-flavored glory, covering his nose and mouth with goop that he easily sucked back in to continue chewing.

She recognized the voice.

"Hello again." Billie smiled at the familiar 'stranger' once again. It was a night just like the one in which they had met, quiet; the gentle autumn breeze carrying a tinge of cold and spice from one too many coffee shops around.

"It'd be around thirty-two hours if I'm not mistaken." It must've been obvious by the tiredness showing under her eyes, but it had been a rough couple of days. The change in her schedule as well as unwelcome memories had been keeping her up, stealing precious slumber and rest from her. "But it's not too bad." The demigoddess chuckled while adjusting her sweater around her frame, the half-smoked cigarette in her hand burning by itself.

She was exhausted.