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the familiar sight of boone approaching drew a grin onto his face. “you made it.” pushing himself off the wall, emmett met him halfway with an easy nod. without really thinking about it, he reached up and gently cupped boone’s chin, angling his face just enough to get a better look at the bruises that were still fading. after a quiet second, he let his hand fall away with another approving nod. “you’re healing nicely.” he tipped his head toward the kitten perched proudly on his shoulder, who answered with a tiny mew. “this is toothless,” emmett introduced. “he’s a little scamp, but he’ll be alright.”

"Don't look now, but we I think we might be the best in class. She hasn't come around our way at all," Marcel raised Quintessa's hand to spin her around before continuing their waltz. The class was at the free styling portion, with the instructor walking around giving pointers and advice to those who needed it. The orchestral piece playing on the blue tooth speaker picked up tempo and they followed, moving at a quicker pace, "Have you had lessons before? To tell you the truth, I have but they were years ago. It appears the box step hasn't changed that much since then."

Clemence  types  away  a  short  message  on  his  phone  to  Nayara.  She’d  asked  if  he  got  home  safely  after  dropping  her  off  at  his  and  because  he  didn’t  want  to  lie  to  the  one  good  encounter  he’d  had  all  day –   he  replied  with  a  half-truth  and  texted  back  that  he  was  safe  and  wished  her  a  good  night.  She  didn’t  have  to  know  where  he  was  being  safe.  The  muscular  brunette  places  his  phone  display  down  on  the  table  before  him.  He’d  made  himself  somewhat  comfortable  in  the  booth  Morgan  had  reserved  for  the  two  of  them,  had  ordered  beer  and  sipped  one  or  two  sips  off  it  already.  Because  she’d  had  to  find  someone  to  cover  her  position  for  a  while ;   after  all  she  was  on  the  clock,  she’d  given  him  a  head  start  but  [ … ]   the  sound  of  her  boots  against  the  music  gave  away  her  arrival  and  despite  the  heaviness  in  his  bones  Clemence  pushes  himself  onto  his  feet  to  greet  her.  One  hand  on  her  hip,  his  cheek  brushing  against  hers  in  a  brief  and  causal  peck  there.  “  Hey.  Good  seeing  you.  ”  And  he  let  her  sit  first.  “Let  me  get  you  a  drink  before  we  go  into  this  mess  ?  “   Which  he  would  pay  for  despite  them  being  at  her  club.  Clem  really  didn’t  need  to  be  more  of  a  burden  than  he  already  was  …   : @ziss0u

After years of his adoptive daughters flying the coop and traversing the world, Marcel was appreciative that Holly and Sovaia not only resised in Palmview now but that they both worked in the same Mango Bay district Retro Roots was located in. With all of them within walking distance, it made setting up quick dates that much easier. Today, he sat alongside Sovaia at one of the provided tables. Lunch having been eaten and settling in their stomachs, he turned to his daughter, "Are you heading back to the gallery after this? If so, I'll walk with you. New season, new works, I've yet to check out." He picked up his cucumber lemonade, swirling it in circles to break up the ice that had compacted together, "Plus, I've got a question to ask."

with: sovaia de leon @ziss0u