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Post by snip on Mar 10, 2016 23:31:27 GMT -8
Esther’s line of sight flickered over to the cat; it gazed back over the edge of the dumpster with lovely yellow eyes, tail twitching, idly pawing at the piled up garbage it had curled up with. It kept staring at her motley group, even as they all walked away.
Alim would like that cat, she thought. But Alim seemed to like most cats. Hopefully it doesn’t live too far away. Sleeping out in the snow won’t be fun.
“Not too much, I think,” was her response to Sen’s question. It was delivered in a slightly bemused tone as she watched Sen hop around, trying to match Heng’s footprints -- presumably in either a makeshift game of hopscotch or an attempt to keep the dirty sidewalk slush off his shoes. Her own shoes were worn down from walking, and covered in semi-faded instances of muck from multiple past escapades. Trying to keep them clean would be a useless effort.
Still, she avoided stepping into snow.
Her nose wrinkled at the memory of the lake -- or, more specifically, the minutes after, where she’d had to wade back to the medics while dripping lake water everywhere. Waterlogged shoes are disgusting. Wet socks should be illegal.
Something behind them caught her eye; it was the cat, quietly trailing, still staring up at them. It had abandoned its dumpster in favor of… in favor of what, exactly?
“Wait a moment,” she requested of the others, but she didn’t wait for them to stick around. Instead she knelt down, waiting for the cat to catch up. “Hello, fuzzy one.”
The fuzzy one looked up at her, probably hoping for scraps. A quick (attempted) scratch behind the ear seemed to drain its immediate want for attention; it reeled away from her hand, hissing, and darted back to its alley. Such is the nature of some cats.
Mental note: if the cat is still there when I get back, I’m taking it somewhere warmer.
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Post by chrysDAMNthemum on Mar 21, 2016 8:00:07 GMT -8
Heng watched the cat speed away after Esther's voice caught his attention. Fuzzy one?
"We can um, leave some food out for it when we return," he mumbled, looking back up the street. The snow hasn't let up like the wind has, but it wasn't getting worse either. The transition into the evening turned on more of the street lamps, and stores began bringing their window displays to life, everything illuminated in the soft yellow light of the christmas lights.
"It's uh, it's that one," Heng pointed up the hill. Nestled in between a bicycle shop and an antiques/thrift store, was a quaint little ice cream parlour.
Jenny Maes' Ice Cream Parlour
Family Run & Proudly Serving New York since 1948
"The sign, it caught my eye," he shrugged, pushing a hand onto the door bar, ducking his head at the jingle of the bell. The sign was hand painted, weathered and looking just as old as the store claims to be alive. Refurbished over the years, thicker than it started through all the layers of colourful paint slathered on. Its current incarnation was bright pink, with white christmas lights weaved over the top like a hair extension.
Patrons inside swivled to look at the door, most of them shrugging and turning back. Must've been the wind.
" 'An what can I get for ya?" the store attendant asked, popping some bubblegum as they rested a free hand on their jutted out hip, the other slapping a hand towel over their shoulder.
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Post by 2sexy4u on Mar 31, 2016 10:27:39 GMT -8
Sen halted his footprint to footprint hopping as Esther asked that they wait. He turned back to see the cat and said nothing but once they continued on he went back to his odd maneuvers until they stopped again due to having arrived at their destination. A creaky, old looking ice cream parlor. An eyebrow shot up as he looked the place over and slipped in side with his companions. "Wow Fossil, if you were aiming to find a place that reflected your age you did a decent job." He muttered under his breath as he grinned at the decor. Cheap Christmas lights. Jeez.
The store attendant was strange and he decided to go look at the ice cream offered, pressing his gloved hands and nose up tot he glass. Even if the place looked tacky the goods didn't reflect that. It all looked like old fashioned, home made ice cream. He could dig that. "I want a waffle cone with a scoop of cookie dough, pistachio and strawberry with some chocolate fudge." There was no sense beating around the bush about ice cream. After he ordered he stepped to the side to let the others choose and seemed to dare them to question his choice in flavors.
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Post by snip on May 11, 2016 16:01:43 GMT -8
This is a cute little shop, Esther thought. 1948... it's been around a long time. Longer than I've been around.
One would think she'd have gotten used to that, being surrounded by people who were so much older than anyone had a right to be -- but there was still some kind of awe in knowing just how long something had been around, in comparison to a regular human's lifespan. That sense of wonder hadn't been lost to her, yet.
Was the attendant related to the original Jenny Mae, or had there been no Jenny Mae to begin with? She didn't even glance at the ice cream until she heard someone listing off different flavors and a cone type. Cookie dough, pistachio, and strawberry -- what kind of chaotic order even was that --
Her flurry of internalized questions were interrupted by Sen's order; she stowed away her fragmented train of thought and replaced it with a new one: what kind of ice cream would be the best one?
... Do they have peppermint?
"D'you have peppermint?" she said (more like blurted, really, but the question sounded controlled enough that she hopefully didn't sound like an overeager child in a candy store... not that it was too far from the truth.) She straightened her spine, just a little, shifting her weight from the heels of her feet to her toes. "The flavor, I mean."
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yes hello it's been a while
irl obligations really did a number on me but this reply is late anyways OTL
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Post by chrysDAMNthemum on Jun 26, 2016 13:34:52 GMT -8
The attendant laughed breezily, pulling on rubber gloves and getting to Sen's order.
"Comin' right up, this sounds like a tasty cone, if I do say so myself," they winked, pouring a nice spoonful of fudge onto it.
Heng was behind Esther, adding up the money in his head. He usually paid for goods in the human realm with material money. Using the phone trick made him feel like a criminal.
After the attendant finished up with Sen's, and handed it off to him, they turned to Esther.
"We have peppermint, pumpkin~" they answered with a smile. "Oh well, not peppermint pumpkin, but haha, we have the flavour you're looking for," they grabbed another scoop. "And you behind her?"
Heng blinked, pulled out from his simple addition when the attendant addressed him. "Oh um, if you have tea flavoured ice cream that uh, that would be good, uh," he looked over at the attendant's name tag. "Um... Miss Addy?"
"Not Miss, you can just call me Addy," Addy handed the peppermint ice cream cone to Esther. "And we have just the flavour for you~"
"Ah yes, sorry, thank you uh.. Addy," Heng smiled.
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Post by 2sexy4u on Jun 26, 2016 18:22:58 GMT -8
Sen chuckled lightly at the workers comment. "Well of course it's tasty, it's my concoction." He announced proudly with a grin. He was much to fixated on his ice cream to see the wink directed at him but he did and and gush a few thankyous as he was handed his cone of deliciousness.
A few licks in and he groaned once in appreciation. "Good stuff." Was all he muttered as he dive back in and became a silent spectator as he watched the other two purchase their choices. Unlike Heng he had no qualms against paying with his phone. Not even a little.
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