#pumpkinwrites

Day 2 of FluffySpring :)

“Blubber fish” “I am not!” he pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.  “Shiny fish tackle”  “Stop calling me ridiculous names” There was an exasperated sigh; you could swear you saw some bubbles dropping to the ground from where you were sitting at a kitchen counter. It was going on for hours now — the weirder and weirder pet names slipping into the late evening as you both were cleaning after dinner. “You started it!” “Did not” “Yes, you did! Calling me a clingy calamari, and Humuhumu— whatever that was”  “A hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapua’a” he rolled his eyes, repeating, you could only hope, a cute fish name, so you can take it as a compliment, but you saw how he bit his lip, holding back a laugh.  “That’s what I said.. Humuhumu…kumu” now it was your turn to pout, the name not rolling off your tongue as you would have expected or wanted. This was a serious pet-name-quarell!  He repeated the name with a smirk.  “It’s not my fault that you pursed your lips just like that lil fishie.” “You… you…” Your cheeks rounded, ears pink, you did not look like a fish! “You catfish! No! You silly, chubby orange cat, you!”  There was a loud gasp, hand covering his mouth at the unspeakable atrocity you have just said “You take it back!” calling him a monstrosity like that, and chubby on top — sacrilegious. “Nu-uh” 

There was a scratch of a chair on the floor, making you stop the laughter threatening to escape. The sight of his offended pouty face turning into a mischievous smirk made you slowly lower yourself onto the floor. 

“You know, catfish are predators.” 

Oh-oh. 

“Come here, my little snack.” 

| muse: Alarik Thorn | open to: anyone | sexuality: bisexual | suggested connections: stranger, acquaintances who have only met in passing before, they can be his age, older than him, or younger, or, you can reply with the person who shot him, a friend, or hell even security

It’s an overcast day, Rafe’s favorite kind of day and he’s out and about taking a few photographs before he has to get back to work at the studio. He likes capturing clouds, giving him dreams of when he was younger and wishing he could just fly away. 

He’s taking a panoramic and not paying attention, crashing shoulders with another human. Rafe’s first instinct is to snap and growl, but upon lowering the camera he can’t find it in himself to do it when he recognizes her face.

Rafe is transported back in time, seeing his younger self, bruised and scared for his life, needing an out and a place to hide--and there was her, extending a helping hand, with no expectation of any kind of ‘payment’.

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 The petite witch had just flipped off the ‘open’ sign dangling in the store front window and was just about to call it a night right when the jingle of the front door bell, rang. “If I turn around and see those stupid green eyes-” she turns around and laughs, tossing her wet dish rag at the male entering her shop. “Why? It’s like you do this shit on purpose, sir! It’s like a sick, but cute little routine we got going now.” she shakes her head as she disappears behind the front counter to get his regular order, “Whipped cream, or are we going topless tonight?” she smirks over her shoulder at him. “Ya know, one of these nights that door’s gonna be locked for sure. Just warning you mister.”

He was the one that said he was speedy as this type of thing and it was cold, she was tired and she just wanted to get into some place that was warm.  She was willing to give him another minute, but of course, he didn't finish the job. Hell, she could have done this faster! Again, she was about to mouth off before his mouth was on hers and she started returning it just a second before it ended and he was asking her if she was going to shut up. "I don't know, are you actually going to do it or are you going to fucking keep taking forever and get us caught? And don't ever do that again jerkface."