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chase orion cooper
 Posted: Jan 21 2013, 10:03 PM
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Tag: Open || Words: 984It had been a long night. Too long almost. And it wasn’t like the long night someone would want to have that was filled with booze and hot women throwing themselves at you. Not even a leisurely night where buddies got together, camped out in a makeshift fort of sheets telling ghost stories by an open fire until passing out at the crack of dawn. No, it was far from enjoyable. It was one of those restless nights, the time in which your anxious mind would slam their foot on the gas pedal and run rampant with no real destination other than absurdity. It found humor in their nagging, nagging, nagging mannerisms that lead to only insanity if peace and tranquility are what is sought out. Laughed at you as you tossed and turned, convinced you just ‘couldn’t get comfortable’. It was incredibly frustrating. From the moment his head had hit the pillow, the nagging sensation that something needed to be done filled the crevasses of his mind. Something about something that needed something and someone to go somewhere for some reason. It was very unclear to him what and why this was happening, but the unbelievable disconnect his mind and body were having was incredibly frustrating. Especially when he was practically delirious from all the doubles he worked at the butchery and staying up past his ‘bed time’ to play wrestle with his new companion. What could he possibly need done? What was it that his mind had forced him to remain awake despite the exhaustion creeping through his body? What was SO important? Needless to say, by the time his alarm clock woke him up in the morning, a slobbery wet reminder that they had to go out on a run, Chase didn’t get much sleep. He had remembered seeing the flashing red lights of his actual alarm clock reading 6:13, before he turned over pulling the covers over his head with a disgruntled moan, only to be greeted with 8:47 flashing before his eyes as he was woken up. This was his first day off after a week of hellacious shifts and he spent the night tossing and turning because of a reason he couldn’t quite place his finger on. He was frustrated, but more than that, he was exhausted. He had barely made it through his morning run, before he flopped down on his couch with a sigh. This was it! This was how he was going to die. The police would come in a few days later and claim his body, only to bury him in the ground with his headstone reading ‘death by sheer exhaustion. Finally, may you Rest In Peace’. But as he laid motionless on the couch, he legs hanging out from the shin down over the arm, he realized that death would not come to claim him quite yet, and he was just in for a rough day. Good thing he didn’t have to go in to work! Dragging himself up, he gave a dismal look to his kitchen, staring at the empty cupboards and sink full of dishes, willing them to magically restock and wash themselves. But despite how much he willed it to happen, it didn’t, and he was still left with an incredibly barren kitchen and a tragic sink full of dishes. Quietly, he wrote a mental note that some things HAD to get done today… and hell… maybe that was why he couldn’t sleep at night. He doubted that though. It felt more like guilt, a heavy weight on his mind that he just couldn’t shake off. The feeling of letting those he cared most about down… Tod… Chief… Master Slade. Even being separated from them for so long and working toward getting over it, he couldn’t shake the overwhelming feelings… memories. Sometimes they were too much to handle. But admitting that wasn’t something he was willing to do, for today and every other day, his insomnia was based on anxiety of having a sink full of dishes, barren cupboards, and mountains of laundry to conquer. Changing out of his sweats, making sure to smell each article of clothing to assess its cleanliness, Chase changed into something more appropriate for wearing out into public. He needed to get some coffee in him before he even thought about deciding what he was going to do today. And since he was not only out of mugs to put the liquid caffeine in, but also out of filters and the coffee grinds itself, he was on a mission to find the nearest café and get himself some. Grabbing his keys and mumbling incoherently to his new pup, he began his hunt. The weather was a bit ruthless, the cold wind whipping at his cheeks and nose making them rosy in hue, but for the most part bearable. Between his jacket, beanie, and scarf, and his tolerance for the cold he was fine. If anything, he was refreshed. The only part of it that he hated was that moment when you went into building that was already warm and had to deal with that awkward burning sensation as your extremities got confused by the sudden change. Pulling open the café door, and lifting a hand to pull off his beanie, he took a deep breath. Most of the smells around the city made him want to gag, made him want to hide his nose in the fabric of his scarf never to return. But oddly enough, the strong smell of coffee was refreshing, enjoy the subtle undertones of cinnamon from the chai teas. Smiling to the barista as she took his order, white chocolate mocha with an extra shot of espresso for the kick, he moved aside to make room for the next customer. He didn’t know what he was going to do for the rest of the day, but what he did know was that he needed his coffee to figure it out. thanks bby ♥
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dyann london carroll
 Posted: Feb 5 2013, 10:40 AM
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Sitting there on the couch, she sighed heavily. So much had gone down, she really was at a loss for words at times. Hollis wasn't mad, but he didn't say much about it. Granted there wasn't much to really say. That monster of an editor had made the effort to find her Hollis and.. and stab him. She felt truly awful, and had lost weeks worth of sleep wondering if he was going to be okay. Of course, she visited him as often as she could, but it seemed that all the teachers had decided to take off. She knew how Hollis hated being kept somewhere against his will, and if she could have taken care of him at home, she would have- but he needed to stay there. They could properly fix the damage that was brought upon him. She couldn't help but feel as if it was all her fault. If only she had left when her editor didn't show. Shaking her head a bit, she pushed that thought out. No. She wasn't going to think about that. Not today.

Turning to look at the kitchen, she felt no willpower to actively make anything. Such had been her life for the past couple weeks. She had just felt so drained. Not to mention that little stunt she thought she'd pull, running around in her Halloween outfit and muttering Wonderland nonsense. Ugh that just made her feel even worse about herself. She needed out of this confining space. But where to go? Forcing herself from the couch, she felt the tug of sleep in the corner of her mind. No, she couldn't sleep. She was terrified of sleep. There was no Hollis to curl up against. No sweet cuddles and tender kisses to bring her out of a deep sleep. She avoided their room like the plague, and took to sleeping on the couch when she actually did get to sleep.

Coffee. She needed the caffeine. Maybe that would help her wash the pile of forks and spoons in the sink. Looking at the empty take out boxes, she felt ashamed that she was treating herself this way. Pulling a garbage bag from the pantry, she proceeded to toss all the empty boxes away, almost vomiting as the contents of one box spilled open in the bag. Was that Mexican? No- they never really got Mexican. Oh God. Yup. Motivation number one. She was going to get coffee, lots of it, and actually make Hollis something today. No arguments about it. She would fix him something from home and take it to him. Maybe something with shrimp- surely the hospital didn't feed her Cheshire properly.

Tying the bag shut and placing it by the door, she wiped off the counter and glared at the sink full of utensils. Later. After coffee. And a shower. Yes, showers. That would feel glorious right now. Granted- since the entire affair had taken place, she showered everyday- heck, she sometimes took three a day. Even then, she would still feel dirty. It was a dirty even scalding hot showers and a Brillo pad couldn't clean. And oh was that a challenge explaining to Hollis why her skin looked like she lost a cat fight.

Finally dressed and ready to attempt to tackle social interactions, she left her sister a note with the spare cell phone beside it. She knew that it was Hollis', but he wouldn't get it until he was safely back at home. After the alleyway ordeal, she rushed out and got him his own personal phone. If she had forced one upon him earlier, maybe this could've been avoided. It would also ease her mind a great deal- but Hollis really didn't enjoy technology. Sometimes she couldn't blame him, but for times like this, she wanted nothing more than to be able to call him and reassure him where she was. With a reluctant sigh, she took the overstuffed trash bag down to the chute and prayed that whoever took care of the trash that day had a head cold. Surely by the time they got to it, it would possibly be a living thing.

It was cold out. Too windy, and too cold. Pulling her coat tighter around her face, she prayed once again that Hollis was staying warm. The last time she had visited him, the poor thing was shivering and they wouldn't let him sleep with his sweater. After throwing a tantrum to the nurses, she was allowed to raise the temperature and bring a blanket from home. She knew how he hated the cold, and she was right there with him. This was a wicked winter, and Dyann would give anything to just take Hollis and hide in the warmest climate possible. Sadly, with their current states of mind, and the memories they want to preserve, they were stuck here in this cold state of New York. She let her feet do the work, and as she began losing feeling in her fingers and nose, she found her destination. Inside, there would be warmth, coffee, and maybe some freshly made tarts. Yes, Hollis would greatly approve of some more tarts in his life.

Pulling the door open, the warmth immediately washed over her. It was a fantastic feeling and she couldn't help but smile widely as she shook her head out from the confines of her coat fort. Her hair fanned out and she giggled a bit as she ran a hand through it to lazily put it back into place. One of these days she'll have Hollis actually braid it, instead of giving her a couple tiny braids that she forgot about when she tried to brush it. The thought made her rub her scalp and twitch her nose.

There was a young blonde man waiting by the counter, and she offered him a kind smile, putting up some walls to make sure nothing like the dinner would happen again. "The largest cup of English Toffee you have, please. And do you have any freshly made tarts?" Her face fell a bit as she was told otherwise, but if she could wait a little bit, they would make her some fresh ones. "Oh yes- that would be quiet lovely! Could I get a couple honey buns too?" Yes, Hollis would appreciate the sudden spoiling. It had been far too long since she'd treated him with sweets properly. As she paid for her caffeine and stepped off to the side, she tucked a bit of hair behind her ear and give the boy a sideways smile.

"A bit too cold to be running errands, wouldn't you say?" Maybe a casual conversation would do her good. It would be better than some of the conversations she found herself having with herself when Hollis wasn't around. She bit her lower lip and wondered how he was fairing. Goodness how she hated the way things had turned out for them here recently. She would have to change this, yes. Hollis needed that from her. And see needed Hollis- more now than ever before.

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OCC: Edited some things in the beginning, due to recent thread events that changed. Apparently things are more broken at home for her than I originally thought them to be. <3

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chase orion cooper
 Posted: Feb 11 2013, 05:53 PM
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Tag: Dyann || Words: 1213 || Notes: OMG! I am so sorry is blahhh... he's such a weirdo. I don't know where it came from.Normally Chase was a people person, the kind that thrived on awkward casual conversations with strangers. It was weird in New York to find people who would talk back with as much gusto and interest, most of the time, receiving curt nods and lack-luster responses that made him wonder why people even rolled out of bed in the morning in the first place. But at that moment, he was one of those people, the ones who just rolled out of bed in a zombie like fashion and needed their daily dose of caffeine in one sitting before human contact could successfully be made. It wasn’t like he was one of those grumpy people who had a conniption fit if god forbid you accidentally bumped into him on the street and make him lose his paper. Fuck, what would he even be doing with a paper in the first place? Either way, he wasn’t the stereotypical New Yorker. All that meant was that he wouldn’t go out of his way to converse with someone. That however didn’t mean he would ignore someone when they made the extra effort to talk to him. He had been intent on getting his coffee when he came into the café, the first concoction of liquid caffeine to come from his mouth being his order for the time being. But the barista had been kind enough to talk to him since it appeared the line behind him was minimal for the time being. A few pleasantries had been exchanged, a bit of laughing at how tiring it must have been to open the café and how waking up early sucked, before their conversation was cut short by the next customer entering and taking her spot in line. He noticed her smile to him, returning the smile and nodding in her direction as acknowledgment, moving off to the side to wait like a good dog for his treat. By that point, his people person nature had been returned to him, the conversation with the barista having been a breath of fresh air to his lungs. Although he still felt heavy and tired from the restlessness the night before, he felt infinitely better about things. They surely weren’t going away anytime soon, be it his pretend anxiety in his chores or his very real guilt toward the past, but he had to look past that. That was what this world was for right? New beginnings? A chance for redemption? At the same time, the weight on his shoulders reminded him why he had even crossed over in the first place. Revenge. It was a very real feeling that took him over, heavy, it made him lethargic and slow to notice that the girl who was polite enough to spare him a smile had come to stand by him and wait for her own order. But despite how terrible it made him feel, knowing he was only here to hunt down Tod and pay him back for all the pain and suffering he put his loved ones through, to put an end to the friendship he tried so desperately to save in preserving the fox’s life, he couldn’t… wouldn’t…. let it go. Damnit… where was that coffee. He wouldn’t be thinking this way if he had slept properly. Finally noticing the woman, hearing her voice break through the soft ambient noise of the café and reach out for casual conversation, he took a deep breath. Well, this was a welcomed distraction. A smile curled to his lips as he lifted a hand to straighten out his hair. Despite common beliefs about him, he liked to be in proper order in the presence of a woman, rather than look like a bum who couldn’t afford a comb and didn’t have proper manners. Chuckling quietly and shaking his head he offered a shrug of his shoulders. “I dunno about you Miss, but braving the cold sounds so much better than donning a suit of armor and braving the terrible dastardly beast known as the chore monster. Even the greatest of warriors have fallen victim to its heinous crimes on society.” he joked, shaking his head and clutching his chest as if mourning a fallen brother. Normal conversations with normal people didn’t generally start off the way he had. What this poor woman was probably expecting was a comment in agreement that made her feel like she wasn’t alone in disliking the cold. Maybe she offered the conversation with little hope that he would continue with anything more than a nod or a grumble of annoyance. But that was the thing about Chase, he didn’t always want to do what people expected. It was nice to be different, to not care about social rules to idle conversation. Wasn’t it better to just have a genuine conversation? Even if it was with a stranger and a bit strange? Hell! So what if it was a bit weird, at least he was trying to make a connection. The worst that could happen was that she would get weirded out and reject further conversation. The best? Well… he’d make a new friend and allow himself to get distracted from the guilt and remorse weighing heavily on his mind. Offering the young lady his hand, he gave an exaggerated smile. “Sir Captain of Procrastination, third rank in the laundry and dishes department.” he introduced with a sweeping bow. “But my friends just call me Chase.” he finished with a laugh, standing up straight and shaking his head. Okay… so maybe he was acting a bit weirder than intended. He blamed the exhaustion. “I’m sorry… I’m acting weird. I’m normal, I swear.” he explained, trying to recuperate from the faux pas he just made. “I take it you don’t particularly like the cold.” He ran his fingers through his hair nervously as he watched the girl’s reaction. For a moment he wondered if she was okay, furrowing his brow as she bit her lip. But a bigger part of him told him to mind his own business. He looked away and watched the barista make a drink he assumed to be his own, before taking a breath and looking back to the young woman. “Doesn’t seem to stop people though, the cold that is. So much to do with so very little time.” He looked out the window for emphasis, eyeing the people bustling by. He had hoped that when he went out, the events that haunted him the previous night wouldn’t get to him, affect his day. But apparently he had hoped in vain. Words were coming out of his mouth like vomit and he couldn’t stop it. He was trying to over compensate for his sulkiness back at home by being stupid and weird to a complete stranger in hopes to funny, to prove to himself he was still the same playful Copper he used to be. That he could still roll with the punches and have a good time. And not the strange revenge driven blood hound that he had been trained to be. He was better than this… smarter… and he knew that. But apparently he couldn’t quite figure out the happy medium between playful and downright weird. He cursed under his breath, shaking his head. Damnit. Better luck next time. thanks bby ♥
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dyann london carroll
 Posted: Feb 24 2013, 03:10 PM
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The young blonde had his face wrinkled in what seemed to be worry, and Dyann couldn't help but feel a slight pull at her heartstrings. Something was troubling the young boy and she wanted to reach out and help him, even though she didn't even know his name. It was a rather bad habit of her, but she couldn't help it. She was gentle by nature, and didn't like seeing others distressed. It made her who she was, and even though Hollis wrinkled his nose at her reaching out to help strangers, she just couldn't help it.

So when she offered a bit of casual conversation, she was rather pleased to see he made a move to straighten his hair, a smile spreading across both their faces. His face softened, and she rocked back on the heels of her boots, proud of herself for being able to reach out even after all the hardships she had been going through.

Mentions of armor and dastardly chores monsters, she couldn't help the giggle that bubbled through her lips. Even if in the back of her mind Alice was panicking at the thought of him being a card solider. Shaking her head softly so some blonde tresses fell over her shoulder.

"I too, have seen quiet a few good men, and women, fall to the dreaded beast."

She bowed her head, trying to not giggle as she tried to give them a moment of silence. It couldn't be stopped though, and her hand was at her mouth as a louder-than-should-have-been giggle slipped from her lips. "S-sorry. That was rude of me."

Eying the hand he offered to her, her eyes gazed up to his soft, smiling face. He wouldn't do anything bad, would he? He was, after all, joking about chores, so he was only just a kid, right? Biting her lower lip, she offered her hand giggling once again as he bowed with her hand in his. "Well then my good Knight, it is an honor to meet someone as brave as yourself." She curtsied, lifting up the hem of her jacket in place of a skirt.

"I am Dyann, unfortunately I do not have a proper title to offer you." Adventure of Wonderland? Keeper of the Wondrous Cheshire? Slayer of the Jabberwock? Rightful Queen to Wonderland? Oh, she had titles, but none that she could openly speak of to anyone other than Hollis.

"Chase, it's a cute name." He was shaking his head and apologizing, and once more she couldn't stop the giggle. He was just precious. Like a little hound puppy that was meeting a new friend. "Oh goodness! Don't apologize!" A grin crossed her features as she spoke Hollis' famous line: "We're all mad here."

Running her fingers through the tips of her hair, she offered him another smile. "N-no. The cold and I don't get along." With a soft sigh, her mind drifted to a warmer setting. Preferably one where Hollis was wrapped around her as they snuggled together in bed. Yes, that would be just grand.

Her eyes followed his as he looked out at the crowded sidewalks outside. Wrinkling her nose, she wrapped her arms about her chest. "No- it doesn't seem to affect them in the slightly, does it?"

Looking at Chase from the corner of her eye, she saw that he was once again wearing a worried expression upon his features. Her lips fell into a small frown, and she felt a mother-like urge rising in her chest. "I-Do forgive me if this is out of place, but: Are you alright?" She knew that she would feel a bit out of place if a complete stranger had asked her the same thing, but as the sun started to peak out of the clouds a bit, she couldn't stand seeing someone look so down hearted.

Eying an empty table, she gave her head a small nod in the direction. "Um.. if, if you'd like- I'm willing to listen." Her cheeks flushed a bit and she knew Hollis would protest and tug at her arm, begging to go home. She couldn't go back to an empty flat right now. It just felt like the wall were crushing in on her. She didn't care for it at all.

So for right now, she was going to try and hold onto Chase's attention and use it as her distraction. The worst thing that could happen is he rejects her, and she slinks out of the little cafe with her head hung.

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 Posted: Mar 1 2013, 08:43 PM
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Tag: Dyann || Words: 890 || Notes: OHEY LOOK! ITS UNDER 1K! Albeit it short, the conversation thus far was pleasant, and admittedly, he liked the idea of company right now. It gave him reason to ignore the nagging sensation in the back of his mind, an escape from the memories that had tried to haunt him in his sleep. He didn’t have to sit and contemplate what it all meant, what he was going to do about them and how to handle it. He was able to smile and talk about the weather as if he was right as rain, no blemish on his record for the day so far. Yet, something told him the worry and confusion as more evident on his features than he thought. Something about the way the blonde looked at him that told him she would sniff him out the way he had innocent pheasants and rabbits when he hunted. He heard the barista call out his order and his attention turned from her friendly smile, offering one to the woman who handed him his coffee. He could feel the warmth from the cardboard cup, his fingers wrapping around it to take it all in. Sure, he never really cared for the heat that much, always getting overheated when it was particularly hot, but this was a different situation. He liked the feeling of his fingers being thawed as they apparently had been colder than he thought. That’s what he got for not wearing gloves though. Lifting the cup slightly, he inhaled deeply and let out a comforted sigh. For a second he thought he had inhaled some of the caffeine, feeling revitalized for a moment before having his attention drawn back to the woman. “We are all mad here… I like it.” he exclaimed with a large smile on his face, moving slightly so he was no longer in the way for others to get their orders, but not so much that it would end the conversation. A part of him, the dumb on, wanted to take a sip of the liquid caffeine and take in its delicious benefits, but the intelligent part knew better. All that would accomplish would be a burnt tongue and the inability to savor the flavor like it was intended. So he didn’t, instead taking to folding his arms over his chest and resting the drink on his arm with a light grip to steady it. “That’s really a shame then, so many fun things to do in the winter. Sledding… snowball fights,” he laughed, shaking his head to himself. He would have added in hunting, but he was sure a girl like her wouldn’t be too terribly interested in a hobby like that. Especially considering she seemed more of the summer flower type who bloomed in the warm rays of June and July rather than the… well… pine trees that thrived in the winter. Attention turning back to the people outside he chuckled, knowing full well that the city life would never stop or be deterred. “So much to do with so very little time. If only they would stop and smell the figurative roses,” he said light heartedly. Eyes remaining on the busy streets, he was unaware of how his face had once again contorted into a mixture of worry and confusion. He had been content in his own mind to try and figure out why he had been so weird, and why he was letting his past catch up with him, and why now of all times. But he hadn’t realized he had let it show on his features. So he was caught off guard when Dyann asked him if he was alright, offering her ear to him if he needed to talk. His brow furrowed at her, questioning why she would even ask that of him, until he realized that his well-practiced mask had been left on his bedside table, abandoned. He sighed and shook his head, uncrossing his arms to wave it off as if it were nothing. “I’m fine thank you, just didn’t sleep at all last night,” he tried to explain in a manner that wouldn’t alert her to anything else. Though, a part of him wanted to sit down with her and talk about it. To get an outsiders point of view, some advice. Should he really feel the way he was, or was he over analyzing it? Was it as big of a deal as he made it out to be? He bit his bottom lip, chewing on it a moment and trying to think about what to say. He really didn’t want to inconvenience her, for all he knew she had a big day planned and he didn’t want to be that obnoxious speed bump. Not to mention that nagging part of his brain that kept him up kept telling him this was none of her business. He sighed and let a small polite smile replace the momentary thoughtful look that took over his features. “I appreciate the offer very much Miss Dyann, but I really would hate to inconvenience you over something to trivial. I’m sure you have a busy day ahead of you.” lifting his coffee to his lips he took a small sip, relishing in the flavor as he was rewarded for waiting for it to cool down. All good things come to those who wait. thanks bby ♥
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dyann london carroll
 Posted: Mar 9 2013, 03:37 PM
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The small silence that had settled was broken as the barista called out Chase's order. Tucking some loose hair behind her ear, she chewed on her lower lip a bit. It had been so long since she had made an effort to talk to new people she felt a bit out of place. Almost like she was lost in the flowerbeds of Wonderland, trying to explain to the flowers that she wasn't a weed. Rarely did she go anywhere without Hollis since he moved in with her. Unless she had to sit in for a teacher, she mostly stayed at home and lounged around with him.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Would things ever go back to the way they were? To when Hollis would drape himself over her lap and whine because he wanted tea, or pettings. Or come up behind him and wrap his long arms around her neck and mark her with his scent before teasing her ear? This was suppose to be the start of a good year, and so far the only good thing about it was those first couple weeks they had together. Valentine's was spent in the hospital, sneaking honey hard tac to her Precious Cheshire while the nurses instructed nothing sweet. What did they know about taking care of a Cheshire.

Inhaling deeply the scent of white chocolate, Dyann's blue eyes slowly opened and she offered a smile to Chase, running her hand through her hair and pushing aside the depressing thoughts that were littering her mind. How was she to listen to him if she was focusing on her problems? "That smells delicious. I know a certain cat that would compliment your tastes." Her smile shown genuine, and she giggled softly as he complimented on her Hollis' famed line. It was good to see someone else found humor in their little secrets.

He laughed and her smile grew. It was good to see him getting that expression off his features. Surely whoever he was tied to wouldn't want to see him looking so upset and downtrodden. "I would much rather think of the heavy sweaters you can wear. All of the cuddles and hot cocoa. Winter is only good for being curled up inside. Although kisses in the falling snow are nice....." Her mind wandered a bit, and when she realized what she was thinking about out loud and a dark blush crossed her cheeks. "Oh- do pardon me. I-I seemed to have gotten lost in thought...."

Quickly, she changed the conversation in on him, asking if he was alright as he stood there with his arms crossed. That look upon his face again. He seemed to radiate too much cheerfulness to look so gloomy. She knew what it was like to be somewhere and not want to think about her troubles, but not want to be cooped up inside. It was only far to try and offer a shoulder.

"I can feel your pain there Dear. Sleep seems to be escaping me as well." A hand rested upon the back of her neck and she exhaled slowly. It wasn't the same to sleep in that large bed of theirs without Hollis trying to hog it all. Looking back at Chase, she tilted her head at his statement of being an inconvenience. "Nonsense! If I hadn't the time I surely wouldn't have offered! Silly Chase." She smiled at him fully, letting her nose wrinkle at the gesture and she giggled, her head turning as her order was called. Oh yes, good. Something warm and delicious to hold onto.

"Just a moment, Dear." She slide over to the counter, expecting a bag to go with her cup, but was rather informed that it would take longer for the tarts and buns, and that they apologized for the wait. Cradling her English Toffee in her hands, she inhaled deeply as she took a spot off to the side to stand with Chase once again. "Besides, I have time to spare. C'mon, if all else fails, I can keep your mind off what's bothering you for a short while, no? We can go back to talking about Chores Monsters and Card Soldiers." She beamed another smile at him, while the Alice in her head stomped her foot and pointed to the door. Just because she didn't want to trust anybody, didn't mean that Dyann had to listen.

As the sun started to break through further from it's hiding place of gloomy clouds, Dyann felt warmth spread through it. Granted the hot cup of liquified deliciousness was a large help, she knew that part of it was from the thought of having a conversation with a stranger. At least this stranger wouldn't try to press her against a wall, take things that didn't belong to him, or blow blue smoke in her face. This stranger would appeal to her childlike side that she never let show when she was in public. It wasn't natural for a twenty-three year old to act like a 7 year old.

At least some part of their day could be brightened, even if for a short moment.

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 Posted: Mar 29 2013, 09:51 PM
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Tag: Dyann || Words: 840|| Notes: GAH THE BRAT! He didn’t seem to be the only one who was trapped in their own mind, letting their own issues somehow always take over and leave the conversation in odd silence. Even as he let his mind wander back to what might or might not have bothered him the night before, kept him tossing and turning until he tangled himself so much in his blankets that he no longer could flop around, he noticed that Dyann herself seemed to be having an inner battle. Whether it was the subtle way her brow furrowed as the silence crept on, or be it the way she looked away from the conversation and pinched the bridge of her nose, Chase knew that he wasn’t the only one dealing with issues. A part of him wondered if the same invitation to talk about what was wrong should be extended to her, if it would be a good idea to point out to her that he wasn’t the only one who seemed… distracted. And then he realized that maybe that wouldn’t be the greatest idea in the world. Too many possibilities crossed his mind that he was stuck between a rock in a hard place. While he wanted to offer the same kindness she did to him, he didn’t want to seem like he was looking for an excuse to not talk- an excuse to say in so many words that he didn’t trust her, but expected her to trust him. That wasn’t how he saw it, not in the least, but he understood that the offer could be taken that way. And then there was the whole possibility that she might, for whatever reason, be offended that he thought she was distracted or worried, when who knew, maybe that wasn’t right! She was a stranger to him… how should he know if she was worried about something. He bit his bottom lip as he listened to her go on about what the winter was good for-- the idle conversation keeping his mind from debating what had bothered him so much the night before and what might be causing the girl her own worry. Nodding and agreeing as he took another sip of his coffee, the warmth coating the back of his throat and filling his body with a wondrous heat, he raised a slim brow. If he hadn’t been sure before, he was now, this woman was not the type to enjoy the winter like he did. Even if there was snow on the ground six feet high, Chase would manage to find a way out in it to play. He loved it, despite how it made your paws and nose go numb if exposed for too long. But he could understand how a delicate summer flower like herself wouldn’t see eye to eye about it. He laughed and nodded his head. “Cocoa and cuddles are both good… you do make a good point.” he said and shook his head when she realized she might have gotten lost in her own mind. “It’s no problem at all, really,” he said, shaking his free hand and laughing. He was about to thank her for her kind offer, once again, but her order was called and he was left to watch as she went and retrieved it, forced to mull over if he really wanted to trust a stranger with his woes. Would it be worth it to maybe tell her, get her perspective and maybe even make a new friend from it? Or would it be better to just blame his troubles on a lack of sleep and sink full of dirty dishes? Was it any of her concern, really? He chewed on the bottom of his lip and looked up when she returned with her own beverage. His eyes closed as he sniffed the air, taking in the dulcet scent of her toffee, smile curling on his lips. Apparently he wasn’t the only one with some good taste. He lifted his drink to his lips and took another sip, grateful for the double shot of espresso he ordered. “You are too kind Miss Dyann, I must say.” he laughed as he nodded, accepting her invitation to at least sit down and allow himself to be distracted. Maybe he would talk to her, maybe he wouldn’t, but he didn’t have to decide just yet what path he would take. Walking over and claiming a table, he set his drink down, moving over to pull a seat out for Dyann with a smile on his face. Really, he might have been raised near a farm but that didn’t mean his initial lessons on how to be human failed him. He still knew how to be polite and chivalrous. Otherwise, what kind of night and shining armor would he be? “Card soldiers, well that is an interesting idea you have there. What brought it on?,” he laughed with an eyebrow raised in interest. Card soldiers? This girl had a very creative imagination. It was actually pretty refreshing. thanks bby ♥
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"Oh, why thank you. It would pain me to let someone roll about their own head without at least an offer of relief." She blamed her upbringing on how she was acting. Plus, she was always the one looking for advice, and even though she would give herself good advice, she very seldom took it. Maybe today would be a chance to change all of that. To let someone else benefit from the advice she seemed to ignore. Inhaling deeply once more, her heart pined for a good cup of tea. It had been so long. She just wanted one more cup. "I do fear, however, that I would rather have a cup of tea." She sighed after that, crossing an arm across her chest. She would have to find a way to get over whatever the Portal had done to her so she could curl up against Hollis and have an actual tea party.

Smiling at Chase as he claimed a table and offered a chair out for her, she couldn't help the curtsy that followed. It was good to see that some males knew how to be chivalrous. "You're too kind, really you are. I'm sure there's a lucky girl out there waiting for your return." Adjusting herself on the chair, she opened the small tab on her cappuccino and blew into the small hole before bringing it to her lips. The sweet liquid swirled around in her mouth and she couldn't help but sigh in content. Oh yes, this was what was needed. Caffeine would surely help her make it through the day.

He brought up the topic of Card Soldiers and she gave a small laugh as he took his seat before her. Wiping at the corners of her mouth with her thumb, she let her hands rest upon the table. "Oh they're really such dreadful things. Mindless things, really." Waving a hand about, she recalled in the back of her mind that she shouldn't be speaking of Wonderland; but she could just draw things from her book. Besides, he liked her Hollis' line. So if all else failed, she could keep his mind focused on all the things Wonderland had to offer.

Maybe this one wouldn't want to take over Wonderland like a few others wanted to.

"Oh, just... childhood memories." She smiled at him once again. "I've been told I have a rather...... active imagination." Leaning in on the table, she whispered just for him to hear. "Did you know, you can learn a lot of things from the flowers?" A giggled bubbled from her lips as she withdrew, taking another sip from her cup. "Even though I find them to be prudish and self-centered. They have a rather lovely singing voice." Resting her chin in her hand, she couldn't wipe the smile from her face.

Oh how Hollis would have a heyday with this. He would throw riddles at him and just feed from his enthusiasm. She sighed softly as her eyes wandered to the window to passing couples. It made a longing in her stomach, and she turned her attention back to Chase. "So about these Chore Monsters. How did that come about? I feel I would rather deal with a Chore Monster than an army of Card Soldiers." She could picture dishes coming together and using a colander as a shield and trying to defeat one with a rolling pin. She giggled at the thought and couldn't help but apologize.

"Oh goodness. I seemed to have gotten lost in my head again. The thought of a Chore Monster just intrigues me." Bringing the foam cup to her lips once more, she took a deeper drink, letting her eyes slip close as she allowed herself to get lost in the delicious mix of toffee and cream.

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 Posted: May 13 2013, 12:02 PM
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Tag: Dyann || Words: 913 || Notes: GAH THE BRAT! He felt himself letting a smile curl to her lips when the two of them sat down to share in an innocent coffee together. He hadn’t thought the day would go so well, given the wretched start he had being dragged about by Red due to exhaustion, but he could see that things were changing. Chase liked to think he wasn’t a skeptic and didn’t think pessimistically if he could avoid it. But with the dawning of realization coming over him, he realized he had rolled out of bed with a vendetta against himself to just have a bad day. Yet here, in her company, he found himself relinquishing that fate and giving in to her whimsy. After he pushed her chair in gently when she took her seat, moving to take his own, he felt himself bit back a loud chuckle that bubbled in his throat. A lucky girl waiting for his return, the idea was laughable—but not all that unwanted. While he was in a place in his life where there was no significant other demanding his attention, he had to admit he missed it. The warmth of someone else’s flesh against your own, the silent little conversations you could have with your eyes, the way you could be with them for hours on end and never run out of things to say, or do. A cocky smile curled to his lips at the thought and he quickly had to shake them away. He missed it. His last relationship had ended in failure, trust issues being the last straw that crumbled her prim, perfect world. He was tired of being just another dog tied to a leash… he had had enough of that when he was but a pup. The smile faded into a sour scowl and he had to take a sip of his mocha to hide it from Dyann. “Mm… you would be correct in that assumption Dyann, just not the kind you’d expect,” he mused lightly with a wink, shaking his head as he attempted to quickly cheer himself up. Idly he thought back to Red and how excited she always was to see him come home, barking and skittering around in front of the door, wasting no time to jump into her hind legs and attack him with a barrage of kisses. “She just so happens to be the most beautiful Husky known to man.” Unfortunately for him though, she was the only one waiting for him—and he had to admit that he missed coming back to his apartment and seeing the surprise of someone waiting with dinner and a movie. His smile never wavered as he forced the thoughts away. Quietly he watched her, making note of how she blew into her beverage to cool it down, and questioning to himself why she didn’t just remove the lid to let the heat escape. It was when she spoke up again that he looked back to her, offering her all of his attention. She was speaking about card soldiers again, and he quietly chuckled. As she explained that she had a wild imagination, he couldn’t help but nod his head in agreement, holding out a hand to pause her continuing statement to interject that “Imagination and creativity is never a bad thing, it helps to keep you young at heart” before taking a sip of his drink and letting her continue on with her stories about talking flowers and how they could sing. While he could admit that it sounded crazy and weird, in the back of his mind he knew there to be things weirder than that—say a weird portal that could turn a full grown hound dog into a young human. He couldn’t discard the idea like he might have before seeing what he saw, he knew there was more magic out there than he ever could have imagined. “Singing flowers… I never would have guessed it were possible. What do they sing about? he questioned with interest, cupping his coffee with both hands as he leaned forward on his ankles. For a moment he felt like a child getting swept away by the magical tales from Dyann, but he couldn’t help it. He never was given the chance to hear these things when he was younger. It was new to him. “Oh, chores monsters? Well… they’re very elusive little beasties,” he laughed, lifting a hand to run through his hair. “They come from the land of dirty dishes and unwashed clothes… threatening you with boring mundane tasks such as cleaning and tidying up. They use their henchmen, dust bunnies—watch out, they’ll bite your ankles—to rope you into…” he stopped for a moment to take a dramatic breath before hunching over the table and hiding in his folded arms, “chores.” he finished meekly, a quiet mock whimper escaping as he looked back up. His story was nothing as elaborate as hers with talking flowers and card soldiers, but he didn’t know how else or what else to say. “I have a monster of my own hunting me down,” he looked out the window suspiciously, “it came from my sink this morning… growling at me. I barely made it out alive.” he laughed playfully. Once again he found himself being goofier and more socially awkward than was normal. But it didn’t bother him so much now, Dyann didn’t seem the type to mind that sort of weird. thanks bby ♥
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 Posted: May 22 2013, 10:35 AM
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She noted how his eyes crinkled when he smiled, and she silently noted he looked much better with a smile plastered on his face. That it should be a crime for someone as polite and carefree as Chase to ever walk around without a smile upon his face. When she offered the tidbit about a "lucky girl," she surely wasn't expecting him to to react the way he did. He made mention of his Husky waiting for him at home, and she couldn't help the smile that spread across her lips.

She had never been quite fond of dogs; it wasn't that she didn't like them, per-say; cats just seemed to hold her attention better than a dog. Cats were shrouded in a mystery and dogs tend to wear their emotions on their sleeves. Well, their paws so to speak.

"Well I bet she's the most spoiled little thing to ever grace your home." She knew Hollis was spoiled, but Hollis wasn't a dog. He was a Cheshire Cat turned human. And truth be told, she was rather fond of what had happened. Though it seemed selfish, she really did enjoy the fact that she could curl up in his arms. It was a nice feeling, though from what she could remember, he did have the softest fur she had ever felt on a feline.

As she carried on about her adventures with the card soldiers, he interjected long enough to compliment on having an imagination. It was good to know she wasn't the only one who thought that. Life was far too boring to not have an imagination.

With another sip from her cup, she gave a small laugh as he leaned in and asked what the flowers would sing about. "Oh, anything, really. Mainly themselves. Every flower had a song of their own. Oh, let me see if I can remember....." Holding up a hand, she lifted her index finger. "There was 'Tell It To the Tulips.'" Lifting her middle finger with her index, "Oh- the violet's had one but it was apparently dreadful, OH! There was [b]'Lovely Lily of the Valley.'[/i]" Tilting her head to the side, she tried ever so hard to remember. They had all rattled them off to fast, it was hard to recall them all. "Though, they would usually sing 'Golden Afternoon.' It's a rather pleasant song to be quite truthful. They're very quick to judge though. Calling something they know nothing about a weed."

She slumped a little in her chair as she crossed her arms across her chest, her nose wrinkling in annoyance. Stupid flowers. They were still a rather touchy subject with her, even if she knew the flowers in this world didn't talk back. Reaching out for her cup, she held it to her lips, watching him stare at her in wonder. A smile broke out from behind the lid of her cup, and she sat up straight again, asking about his Chore Monsters.

As he explained, she couldn't help but giggle at occasions. When he slumped over on the table, she couldn't help but reach out and pat his arm gently. "At least you're warning others. And to think! I thought Dust Bunnies were innocent little things!" Another giggled bubbled from her lips as she took another sip. "You're a Knight in Shining Armor, warning about such dreadful things!

A hand came to cover her mouth to show she was 'scared' at the monster Chase said was living in his house. [b]"Oh goodness! I do hope your beloved Husky is fairing well! I'm glad to see that you've survived to tell the tale!" Running her fingertips through some of the hair that hung over her shoulder, she laughed lightly with him. It was a pleasant thing, having an enjoyable conversation with someone. Her home had been so draft and empty the past couple weeks since Hollis' misadventures. She needed it.

"Thank you." Even though she had tried to cheer him up, he seemed to be doing the same for her. "I mean- thank you for sitting with me. I-truth be told, this was really what I needed. An escape from the harsh reality that's awaiting me at home." A gentle blush arose in her cheeks, and she tucked some hair from her face. It was sudden, but she felt it was needed. Everyone needed a moment in their life where they could just let go. Taking another sip, she swirled the contents of her cup before flicking her eyes up to look at Chase.

"You know, I think you would be able to vanquish the dreaded Chores Monster. Though, I would suggest wearing a colander for your head and going at them with a spatula." She took another sip, giving him a small smile. "If that would work though, I wouldn't know. I tend to go at it with candles and garbage bags."

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 Posted: Jun 1 2013, 11:46 PM
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Tag: Dyann || Words: 1057|| Notes: IMAGINATION STATION! It was nice to know that despite being an adult, you didn’t have to surrender your childlike behaviors and tendencies to just have fun. There was nothing worse than giving in to the mundane life of an adult—the nine to five job, chores, fights with your neglectful spouse, taking your kids to soccer practice… it was all so boring! It just couldn’t hold up to magical ideals, wondrous worlds, and apparently singing flowers and card soldiers. It paled in comparison. And Chase was just glad to see that someone other than himself could see that the world was still as colorful and vibrant in his twenty-three year old eyes as it had been through those of an infant puppy’s. And more so, he was happy that he had found someone so whimsical to indulge in the fantastical things around them. Shaking his head, Chase felt a smile curl to his lips as she commented on Red, and he couldn’t help but laugh. He wouldn’t exactly call what he did spoiling her… he didn’t really do much of anything special. Unless, that is, you counted taking home extra bits and pieces of meat from the butchery and taking her on good long walks and runs in the park. Honestly, he didn’t think much else of it than how he would have wanted to be treated by his master. It was a respectful gesture, not a spoiling hand. Still though, she was loved and adored and he could agree that maybe to outsiders he was indeed spoiling her. He gave a nod, his smile widening ever so slightly as he lifted his mocha to his lips to take a sip. Intently he watched Dyann as she spoke, spinning stories about singing flowers and they’re questionably large egos as it seemed. He noted the way her eyes lit up as she spoke, how they seemed to sparkle in a sort of… reverie like she was remembering something rather than telling him an intricate tale. The tone of voice she used as she pondered her examples. And for a long moment, he could sit at the table and honestly tell you that he believed every word that came from her mouth. She wasn’t lying—she had a genuine vibe to her that made him comfortable in her presence, didn’t have him questioning her authenticity. But the question was, was this all truth and nothing but or just an elaborate, intriguing story? “Sounds like some pretty egotistical flowers if you ask me… singing about themselves and calling people weeds. How rude!” he jested, a playful laugh escaping his lips. He didn’t want to seem like he was offending her and being sarcastic, and he understood that his words could easily have been taken that way. But really, he was just playing along. If he still had his tail it would be wagging like crazy, his long tongue lolling out of his mouth as he wiggled excitedly in place. As a dog, it was an easier emotion to convey—he was more expressive that way. But sitting before her, very much human and sorrowfully tail-less, all he could offer was a smile and quick wink. “Though, if I were as pretty as flowers I would have a big ego too… oh wait, I kid. I already do.” he continued with a playful laugh, a jab at himself that was all too true. As he went on to explain his own creation of chores monsters—the dreaded beasts that kept him from doing some of the more treacherous and hated jobs of the cleaning world, he felt his nose wrinkle and he shook his head. Most cleaning jobs weren’t as bad in his eyes, he could take trash out and sweep and mop and vacuum like the best house wives in the world. But when it came to laundry… good lord… to the dishes, he felt no motivation. Just agony and dread as he thought about it. Even if they were inanimate, they were monsters and he would go to hell and back before willingly taking them on before the proper amount of procrastination had been completed. About to open his mouth and retort that Red was the perfect guard dog that kept them at bay, and was very much safe so long as she stayed in the fortress of Chore-ditude, she’d be fine, Chase stopped and furrowed his brow. She was thanking him? But why? He hadn’t done anything that warranted a thanking. If anyone should be offering condolences and thanks it was him. She had taken time from her day and offered him someone to talk to and… why? Cocking his head to the side, he gave her a questioning look as he went on. And only after she finished did he let his smile return and he moved a hand forward, gently touching her hand in an innocent gesture. “You don’t need to thank me—if anyone is to do any thanking, it’s me to you. I woke up with a vendetta against today and now I’m coming to find it might not suck so hardcore. So, thank you.” he said smiling and giving her hand a small squeeze before retracting, worried for a split second he might have overstepped his boundaries. “And if you ever need an escape—I am a part time knight in shining armor. It’s my job to rescue damsels in distress.” he joked, drowning his chuckle with a long swig of his mocha. Biting back the unexpected urge to spray the coffee, he swallowed his sip and chuckled a half cough half laugh at the idea she presented. Wearing a colander and donning a spatula? He could just see it now, trying to attack the giant dish pile with a spatula in hope the suds in the water would do all his vanquishing. In all respects the idea wasn’t so farfetched for him—he’d probably try it had the colander not become a part of the beast itself. He gave a nod in her direction. “Candles and garbage bags aye? I tend to go at them with rubber gloves and dish soap. Though, if ever I vanquish the one invading my home I’ll be sure to save the colander for protective wear for the next beastie.” he laughed, smile breaking out over his features. thanks bby ♥
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 Posted: Jun 9 2013, 04:15 AM
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It wasn't often that she got to talk about her adventures without someone looking at her as if she were a stark raving mad girl, or having to cover it up saying it's from her book. Though they still granted her the same look. So it was hard for her to contain the feelings she had on the subject. Which, she didn't expect Chase to believe her, hardly anyone did. But still, the fact that he was so intent on listening to what she had to say made her all the more excited to continue on. To allow herself to get lost in her hand motions and memories. If there was anything Dyann cared more for than her Hollis, it was using her imagination- being in her own little world.

Which, when she would sit at home alone, she was starting to come to the conclusion that Wonderland was, in fact- her own world. Which led her to believe the Queen of Hearts was not the proper choice as ruler of the Wonderlanders.

His comment broke her of her train of thought on how she would run Wonderland and she found his laugh contagious. She covered her mouth to keep the giggle that was rising from her lips at a minimal, attempting to keep as much attention away from them as possible. It was only suppose to be the two of them, so the need to drawl attention wasn't needed. "Oh those flowers were such a pain, those everyone else made it a special event to go to their concerts and such." With a roll of her eyes, she took a sip from her cup and had to quickly cover her mouth to keep anything from spitting back out.

"I can honestly assure you that your ego, which I don't believe I've had the honor to meet, is anywhere near as bad as those dreaded flowers!," she added with a giggle.

The way the two of them went back and forth with their stories it seemed like they could pass as old friends. Or simply friends in general. It was reassuring to know that there were others out there that just wanted to just get to know someone- not try to get into their pants. Or stab innocent bystanders who had done nothing wrong. Her hopes for New York were very fleeting, and as the days past, she was on the verge of leaving. But only after Hollis was well enough to be released from the hospital. So this day, this very moment, she would cherish it forever. She would always remember Chase and his Chore Monsters. It all else was possible, she would make sure to at least leave with his number, she would gladly introduce him to Hollis. Oh how her Cheshire would love to pick his brain, see what else he could come up with apart from his chore monsters.

And on that note, she thanked him. Though, the look that crossed his face was one she didn't really expect to see from someone being thanked.

"Did I say somethi-," she started, but was cut short when he explained that it was in fact he that needed to apologize, and not her. As his hand rested upon her own, a small smile twitched at the corner of her mouth and in a response she returned the gentle squeeze. "Oh Chase, you are truly something of wonder. Perhaps we both needed the other today, and we were brought together in hopes of cheering the other up." Her smile grew a bit, and she patted his hand gently before he pulled it away. He really was a sweet boy, and as she took another drink from her warm cup, she gave him a bit of a suggestion on how to conquer his Chores Monsters.

Straightening up in her seat as her fingers came to brush her lips, she sat there blinking at Chase's reaction to her suggestion. Well that was unexpected. But as he carried on with her playful suggestion she could see him running around with a colander upon his head, battling the dreaded chores monsters that would stand up to face the challenge. "Well, the candles are obviously to help with confusing the Chores Monster, while the garbage bags are for covering it's eyes when it's not looking! They always expect the gloves and dish soap!" Giggling, she tapped the side of her head. "You must think five steps ahead of them! How else will you ever truly conquer them?!"

Her head was tilted to the side, with a smile that was starting to spread across her face. Lifting her cup to her lips once more, she found it empty when she went to take another drink from it. Giving a weak laugh, she shook her cup a but and gave a small shrugs of her shoulders. "It's really a shame that there isn't a never-ending fountain of this for all of us to have." Hearing her name being called, she turned her hear towards the counter in time to see the barista holding up a large bag just for her. Oh they were done? But she wasn't ready to call it quits yet. Turning to look back at her blonde friend, her shoulder started to slump.

"I-I do suppose that we should go about our way. You did say you had things to do, didn't you?" A displeased sigh escaped her lips as she flicked her eyes up to meet his face. He really was a nice fellow, and she did love their time together ever so much. Clicking her tongue against the insides of her teeth, and idea popped to mind: reaching into the pocket of her hoodie, she pulled out a small scrap of paper and managed to conjurer a pen from her coat. She jotted down her name and number, sliding it across the table for him. "I really did enjoy our time together, and we simply must do it again sometime. Though, I fear I must go. I have plans for those sweet treats, and they're best while still warm." Sliding form her seat, she turned to take a step towards the counter, but quickly turned around and offered him a quick hug. Tucking some hair behind her ear with a faint blush upon her cheeks, she smiled warmly at him. "Don't be a stranger now. I'd love to hear your latest adventures against the dreaded Chores Monster. So keep me informed!"

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Tag: Dyann || Words: 822|| Notes: And so starts a beautiful friendship It was nice getting a chance to get out of his own head, if only for a little while. It was a refreshing change of pace and scenery, and apparently just what he needed to kick start the day. He had thought that with the rough start he had, he would spend it mulling in misery, the coffee just an idle attempt to wake himself from his groggy mood. But in a weird sort of good turn of events, he got a good conversation and a new friend. It was something he couldn’t quite have predicted, but he was elated all the same. The coffee, as he sat and thought about it, was now just an afterthought now as he pondered her ideas and imagination. Hearing her name called and seeing the barista with a bag of goodies in hand for her, Chase felt a small wave of sadness. Of course he had long since finished his mocha and no longer had need to be in the café, but Dyann had captured his attention and didn’t seem to let him go. Not that he wanted to go. He had been far too content with the idea of sitting at the table and continuing on for another hour until they both decided things needed to get done despite not wanting to do them. But he understood that he couldn’t always get what he wanted, and with them literally being strangers from the beginning he couldn’t very well ask her to stay and keep him company with more stories of singing flowers and tactics to bypass the chores monster that threatened to ruin his day. “Unfortunately, I have to go home and don my suit of armor. There are some dust bunnies in need of capturing and monsters quite in need of slaying. I fear it might have gotten stronger.” he mused, laughing to himself and shaking his head. Watching as she pulled out a piece of paper, Chase crinkled his brow in curiosity. Though it took no time at all for him to put two and two together. Pen… paper… a good conversation and the desire for future ones? He didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to understand that she was writing down her number. And as he slid it over to him, he picked it up with a smile, eyeing the pretty handwriting that adorned the scrap. Mentally he repeated the phone number in his mind, wasting no time in committing it to memory before stuffing it in his jeans pocket where he felt the bulk of his phone. “Should I put you under Damsel in Distress, or do you think Dyann would suffice?” he joked with a quick wink, turning the phone over in his pocket. Standing up as she did to collect her treats, Chase went about eyeing the table for any garbage, making sure to grab the cardboard protector that helped save your fingers from burning when your beverage first came out. But as he turned around, he soon realized that she had turned around and had come at him with a hug. His reflexes were quick and he caught her with a wholehearted response, giving a light squeeze before she had a chance to pull away. They were still strangers, but he felt like they had made a connection. And hell, he wasn’t about to pass up a free hug either. She was warm and she smelled slightly of her toffee beverage and milk and honey—an odd combination that worked weirdly well together. Unlike most people who couldn’t match their fragrances and smelled like a hodgepodge of whatever that assaulted his senses. As she pulled away he flashed her a smile, nodding his head when she exclaimed they should do this again. That would be nice, especially if he started out having days like this again. Either way, her sweet personality and her wild imagination were enough to keep him enticed. He could only wonder what other sorts of things she could come up with. “I would like that Dyann, it was very great meeting you. I look forward to more tall tales about singing flowers and talking cats and what have you.” he said with a smile, a shrug of his shoulders as he approached a nearby trashcan and tossed his trash away. “And I promise, a stranger is the last thing I’ll be. That is if I have anything to say about it. The Chores Monster in my apartment however, might have other dastardly plans! Anyway! You enjoy those treats and have a good day.” he said, a short laugh as he watched her take the bag of sweets. Offering her a playful wink, a curt wave goodbye, he turned on his heel to leave the café. What he thought was going to be a horrible morning turned out to be something better. He couldn’t have asked for a better turn of events. thanks bby ♥
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