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silas 📲 tabitha.
Silas: Yo Silas: Its Si Silas: Might b weird text Silas: U clean the Boyds right? Im their contractor, we met for 2 secs at theirs. Got hand and neck tats cant miss me. Im suposed to be finished wit the attic conversin before there back from hamptins but lost the fuckin keys Silas: Any way can u run me a drop off of urs at the flower fest Ill owe u big time
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closed for: @tabithaxking
where: the diner
"No, the meal's all good."
Mack's reason for requesting the manager was less about the food or the service and was entirely about trapping Tabitha in a setting where she couldn't avoid him before he could ask the question that was gnawing at him for months now.
"Do you like me? And be as honest as possible."
closed for: @tabithaxking
where: the park
"Thanks for coming," Dallas says to someone he had just discovered was living in the same building as him. It was a reminder to him that he needed to pay more attention to his neighbours, though there rarely seemed like there was enough hours in the day for that.
His gaze flickers over to the swings where his son was pushing her daughter on one, clearly heeding his father's directive to not do it so fast.
"It's nice to put a face to the name. Colt's not stopped talking about Theo since school started, it's sweet."
closed for: @tabithaxking
where: scottie and atlas' house, fisher's cove
With a drink in hand formed of an indecipherable mix of spirits -- foul tasting, but buzz inducing -- and music loud enough reverberating off the walls that he didn't have to think too much on all the strange faces milling about his new home of sorts, Atlas found what he always did in similar situations.
( Peace among the chaos. )
The night air calls to him and he follows it, hoping to bum a smoke from a beach bum who had decided to wander out to the back garden, finding only one concious person there besides a pair who seemed to be napping in the dewy grass. His question intended for anyone is given the backseat as his question for the bottle blonde takes precedence, asking as he makes his way over to her.
"Well heya, you in the right place?"
