#thread: marcus

Ever since that day at Santa on the Sands, Kira had been carefully trying to piece her life back together. It was nine years too late, but after realising just how much she had been holding onto her feeling for her ex and their former relationship, she knew she had to make a change. Gone was the Kira who had been the life of a party, the girl who had been kind, funny and sassy and instead she had become a shell. Her friends had rallied around her, but she knew she had to make significant steps. Therapy had proved a saving grace and slowly, her life was finding some balance.

No longer was she in the shop seven days a week, any hours she could. She took one day to work from home and one day off and she had truly never felt so relaxed and focused. As she pressed the palms of her hands together in front of her chest, Kira took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly just as their was a knock on her front door. Hopping to her feet, she quickly smoothed out her workout clothes as she walked over to the door, pulling it open with a smile.

The smile faltered as she saw who was standing on her porch and she could immediately feel some tension settle in her body. She hadn't seen him since that day at the beach, she'd actively avoided him whenever she saw him in the street and hadn told her staff not to tell her when he was in the shop. But there he was. "What are you doing here?"

“I can’t decide if this is your way of telling me I need to stop eating pizza and be more fit, or if this is your idea of the perfect date.” James commented from where he was knelt on the ground tying up his laces. “Knowing you it’s probably the latter, but you know I prefer to sit and watch you do all the hard work and brag about the fact you’re my boyfriend. That and I very rarely like to break out into a sweat cause of physical exertion, unless someone challenges me and I feel like it’s my duty to prove them wrong.”

“I know what this looks like, but I promise this wasn’t me- in fact I’m pretty sure it’s natural weather for once.” Mallory called out to the other from where she was standing sheltered from the rain. “Though I wish it was me because then at least I could stop it.”

Abigail wouldn’t lie, she did let out a small shriek when the room seemed to go dark and gloomy, the wind almost blowing her out, her wings being the only way she didn’t get pushed into a wall. When the room cleared, she saw the glass on the floor from the window beside them, “That was-... well.... impressive. But you know, I’m really hoping that was that fake glass rather then a real window, because-.. oopsie.”

“Okay, so I don’t know how to cook many things, but I do know how to make a pretty great pizza. Plus this is so much fun!” Nora commented, spinning the dough around on the counter. “Can you do the flippy thing?”

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve needed this for hours. Don’t judge me for inhaling it.” Rayna commented, all but putting her face into the mug. “How do you deal with teenagers, I’ve had some of them coming to look around my area at HQ and I’ve had to stop myself from slapping at least five of the brats.”

It had been on her mind for a couple of weeks, but even after discussing it with her therapist, going to her ex boyfriend for business advice, especially after their last conversation took a lot more mental preparation than she had expected. She had no idea if he would even want to help her, she didn't know if she'd even be able to ask, but every time she tried to think of who else had the experience to help her, her mind came up blank.

She had been glancing over to the tattoo studio all day as she worked behind the counter in her ice cream shop and it was only after the afternoon school's out rush that she finally worked up the courage to walk over and do nothing but walk past a few times as she chickened out of going through the door each time.

Mentally slapping herself, Kira took a deep breath and walked to the door of the shop, forcing herself to push it open and step inside. "Hi, is Marcus in? I don't have an appointment, I just.." Pausing, Kira forced a smile as the girl nodded and hopped off a stool, calling her boss' name. Perching on one of the seats in the waiting area, she focused on some of the pictures on the wall, trying to anchor herself to the seat so she wouldn't just dart away and back across the street as she waited for him.

“Marcus, Honey- I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is just my jacket there is in no way a living animal wrapped up inside of it.” James spoke sweetly, being the furthest thing from subtle, especially when a stray quack tried to give him away. He covered it with a cough, “Damn allergies, always making me cough this time of year.”