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aysunsezen​:

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“Is it that obvious?” An empty laugh left her lips at his question. Her question was meant to be rhetorical as she already knew the answer. Aysun could act and adapt to the best of her abilities and make it look like she belonged, but inside she knew that she’d never fit into somewhere like this. Moreover, she didn’t want to. It felt like selling out and she was nothing if not abiding by her own moral compass. “-yes. it is my first time attending something like this. Looks way more fun in the movies, I must say…” 

“Just a wee bit,” he mused in return, only finding a modicum of fun in the idle chatter. “Oh, but of course. Hollywood loves to amp up the glitz and glamour for just about everything. If we were to follow such a scene, I’m expecting James Bond to drop from the ceiling— come save some girl or get.. poisoned by the food.” A hand’s waved to dismiss trailing idea. “Don’t believe I got your name, miss. I’m Bob.”

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aysunsezen​:

where: gotham fundraising gala

status: open

Aysun was disgusted with the amount of opulence she noticed looking at various things in the room. couldn’t the money they have spent on decorations and fancy food and drinks have gone to charity as well? would they donate what was left over or simply throw it away? to them everything was expendable after all, so it wouldn’t surprise her in the least bit. Was this what rich people believed fun to be? “So what’s the agenda at events like this? or is it always different?” She was doing her best of not sticking out like a sore thumb and thought she was doing quite well. until they brought out tiny food with multiple forks, she would certainly be lost then. 

Lord have mercy on the rail thin patience, he did not want to be here whatsoever. But the show must go on and he couldn’t be assed to squabble and make a fuss. Thus, his presence here considerably late and at constant war to not have such a long face. “Oh, what isn’t the agenda? The skeleton’s primarily the same, but there’s always a chance for something to spark some pizazz.” Or perhaps he was trying his damn best to manifest something exciting to keep him from being bored to tears. “Let me guess— first time attending one?”

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* & 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 — 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀 .

vs what he was thinking of wearing ( here & here )

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aaron-keaton​:

“I’d know if it was Mark,” a pause, “or Maureen.” He glanced back at his folders, with a puzzled look on his face as he tried to read the label. That was not his handwriting. “I’d probably still recognize Corinne’s gait.” Aaron perhaps should have been a musician come to think of it. He always got annoyed with repetitive noises before anyone else. And he recognized a pattern when he saw one. Perhaps he would have been a damn good musician, but he hadn’t ever put his hands on anything but a recorder. “You’re getting old, Bob. Perhaps you should switch to aqua gym,” the P.I. looked down at the wooden floor, his lips shut into a thin line as he smiled to himself. He couldn’t exactly ignore the age gap between them, but the other had a rather convincing way of showing Aaron that he didn’t care much for it.

The other’s words were met with a roll of his eyes, and a small smile. “I’ll get you a blindfold with an eye in the middle, a tailcoat,” now the latter most likely wouldn’t be a bad look on the younger man.” With light laughter, he sat down, crossing his legs as he got a pile of papers out of the way.  “You can start a telepathy gig after work. We’ll buy a house in Manhattan, with a garden for Bo and Plato,” he pointed out, pushing a box closer with his foot to get a hand on his mugs.

“Acid reflux…” Aaron didn’t comment further, and instead picked up one of the containers, opening them, and decided by the content, that this was most likely Bob’s food. “How was your day?” He asked, switching plates with him and giving him a fond, long look, before he looked away, with an amused smile. Aaron still was getting used to the whole stupid smitten air that crept on his face without him ever gaining control over it.

“The aqua gym! Why I— how dare you mock the passion I have for such a beautifully crafted exercise form!” Christ, he couldn’t keep a straight face even if his life depended on it. Those words in particular were bogus enough to make even the most pensive statue laugh. 

“I’d be quite the magician then.” Hands freed from all the food, he took it upon himself to give a swish to the ends of said imaginary tailcoat. Then a little tip of an imaginary top hat and a wink just for a good measure. “Wonder how many fans I’d have— I’d need a stage name, wouldn’t I? That’s a thing magicians do, I think.” And think he will.. at a later time. Right now, the mouthwatering aroma of potentially hot food took precedence. 

Bob plopped himself unceremoniously onto the only other empty chair with a long sigh. “Today’s like any other. Slow to pass, glad to be over with, sweetened about..” A glance was spared to the underside of his wrist where a watch laid. “Three minutes ago and counting.” He smiled freely over the trade of to-go containers, reviling in all the small ways he could be this cheesy. “What about yours? I see you made quite.. a dent in organizing.” As in little to none — unless there was another cluttered room he hadn’t been aware of.

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ahclbrook​:

“Has anyone ever told you that you could have been a dancer in another life?” Angelina joked, a small smile on her face as the other recounted the story with full dance to accompany, “What’s that character’s name? Riff? Yes. You should be him in the next revival.” She took a sip of her now lukewarm coffee as they spoke, “Though, I have to ask… did this friend put on this… performance earnestly? Or was it a joke? I’m hoping it’s the latter.” She chuckled. 

“Oh, several have but just like I’ve told them— though I may harbor a thespian’s love for music, dance, and acting.. I simply don’t have the time.” He does, in fact, have plenty of it if the passion was truly there. But alas, that was a thought between him and.. god— or whatever. 

Gloved fingers were raised to tap against the jut of his chin. “You know something... I asked that as well and I still couldn’t get a good read. He said that it was a joke, but there was some very convincing desperation there that transcends boundaries of it being just that. But who knows? Maybe we’ll find him on the next billboard soon.”

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maureenkeaton​:

The doorbell ringing startled Maureen out of her concentration - and for a moment, she had half a thought to just ignore it - there was always the chance it was someone trying to sell something and she hated turning them away, even if soliciting wasn’t something she found any sort of proper favor in. However, she figured it was probably best if she did go and answer - maybe it was someone, come to surprise her - Jakob, Ziggy, Silje, Aparna, Nora… any number of people, and she set a smile on her face as she went over to open the door. 

It wasn’t for her, and she quickly bit on her lower lip to diminish whatever reaction she was about to have at the sight of her father’s boyfriend. 

She’d never liked her step-mother. Tolerated her well-enough, certainly, but had mostly kept to herself, or played with Mark, never really wanting to talk much to the woman, even when she made an effort. Pluto was a result of her, and Maureen adored the dog more than many things, but other than that, she’d never liked the woman. It wasn’t through any root of wanting her parents to be remarried (though she’d had that dream for a little while back when she was younger), but rather through, perhaps on some selfish level, not wanting to have to share them (and especially her father) with anyone other than her brother.

“My dad is out right now.” She raised an eyebrow, “I can tell him you stopped by, if you want?” Maureen shifted from toe to toe. “Or, I - you went grocery shopping?” She tugged at the edge of her sweater. “I - if there’s frozen or perishable items, they can still go bad, even in winter. Do you need somewhere to keep them?” She glanced down at the dog by his feet. “That toy basket is cute. I knit one for Pluto ages ago, but he chewed it up after a few months.”

Oh, Boudewijin Bekker.. what are you to do now? 

“So he is,” he commented, still airing on the side of cheery despite how unease began to worm its way in. “Guess I came a bit too early then— I do have some.. well, a lot of perishables. Happened to be at a market across town and saw some things that, um, both of you might be interested in.” Yes, both of the Keatons. He may have erred on a select few, but lord was he trying to present himself in a a feasible manner to Maureen. Not just for Aaron’s sake but his own as well. 

There came a heavy scraping the moment eyes were turned onto the Rottweiler. Though the hound had a tail, Bo had a habit to wriggle the entire lower body once excited. Which then, if course, usually caused some trouble for whoever stood around when that butt went knocking against things. “A few months? Jealous he was nice enough to keep it that long. Bo here runs through the softer toys within a week max.”

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noravidal​:

Busted!

Or maybe… Not? But, if he hadn’t caught her– why else would he be shouting from across the street? Have no fear, this is Bob. Sweet, judgement-free Bob– the absolute champion of JOTD whose levels of silliness matched hers. Even if she had yet to figure out if he’d seen her checking herself out in the display and doing a goofy, 8-second dance right after, it would be difficult to keep a poker face around Bob. “Mm, that’s just me stubbornly refusing to say ‘goodbye’ to you. I never will, not in any form.” Placing a gentle hand on top of his glove, Nora flashed him a sheepish smile, bam. Try to resist this, Bekker. “Besides, what if you’re busy at night– with someone special? I wouldn’t want to disturb…” she bit the inside of her cheek in a poor attempt to not burst out laughing. 

“Yes, well, then—” His mouth snapped shut when he thought it over. “Actually, when you put it that way.. it’s not so bad. Kind of sweet, in some.. extremely niche way.” Yet that crumb of niceness was quickly thrown to the birds when Nora continued. 

Now, there were several different ways he could play this off. 

A) Be appalled to have such an insinuation made out in broad daylight and in public.

B) Gun for the gold and boast till the cows come home.  

C) Play it coy, give a little slight of hand with either confirming or denying such an idea. 

“What if, indeed...” Bob pondered aloud, really adding in extra length to each syllable. “Well it’s a good thing I don’t actively text whenever I’m busy during the night, isn’t it? You send a little goodnight text and I’ll get to it... eventually.”

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dr-monroe​:

Monroe laughed as she watched Bo nearly take Bob off his feet, she felt the tiniest twinge of regret, but he was fine so no harm was done truly. She let the girls jump around for a moment then called for them to heel, and ensure Bo was able to do his job. “I am of the opinion that you could never do with too much breakfast. I’m sure they have hot drinks, and if not there will be a cafe somewhere near I’m sure” Monroe began steering them towards the other end of the park, and the famed brisket burrito. “I’ve lived here my entire life, and I still hate the winter, you think I would be used to it by now you know?” She shrugged, shoving her hands back into her pockets. 

“How are things at the post? Any great pieces I should look forward to reading?” internally she cursed, who wanted to talk about work outside of it. But she couldn’t think of anything else to say this early. She needed more caffeine.

“And that’s why you’re one of my favorite foodies in adventure,” he noted with a clap of hands. “Hot food, hot drinks— wish there’s a heated snuggie I could drag around. Definitely not couture, but desperate times call for desperate measures.” As if he really cared about his overall appearance to that degree. “I’m of the conviction that the weather will always find a way to get under the skin. Freeze you, dry you, make you soggy with sweat or just pain ol’ rainwater..” Bob shrugged as he began to venture towards the promising call of food. “What can we do other than deal with it?”

Alright, Bob-io, that’s enough philosophical bullshit before noon. 

“Eh, same as any other day.” Nonchalant, horrendously so, he didn’t care for small talk that circled the subjects of work. “But you know what isn’t the same? A new pop up that’s infamous for their pierogis. Coming to town in about.. what day is it.. a week or so, I think?”

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jnchojrmllo​:

It wasn’t news that juan carlos would wake up in someone’s bed or that someone would end up in his. He wasn’t one to simply stick to one woman. He had tried that and, well, it hadn’t resulted in the best, so he decided to split his heart into different pieces. That way, he didn’t have to deal with the heartache. For him, it was much better than ever feeling like that again. 

While rapidly putting his clothes on, he digs into his pocket and finds a receipt. had some writing on the back; good night, princesa, see you later. that, he made his way out the door. He had shades on his eyes, obviously covering the raging hangover he was enduring. 

Walking inside the restaurant, the door bell chimes, and he’s annoyed by the incessant noise. Looking over at Bob, he shakes his head and makes his way to the table where the other homme was. ❛ I honestly don’t know how your stomachs can handle a lot of this. ❜  he says as he looks at him. seeing the waitress approach ❛ let me get a coffee, preciosa. ❜ his usual charm as he lifts up the shade and gives her his million dollar smile. turning back to Bob.  ❛ how was your night? ❜ 

“You know what they say— dinner for breakfast and breakfast for dinner!” No, Bob, that’s something only you would preach. Excited as could be, silverware clattered during the move to lay out a napkin across his lap. “Eh, same old, same old. Overtime, knocked out before making it to bed, got a sore back from being pretzeled on the couch...” Oh the joys of passing the thirties.

“And you?” The tip of a spoon dug into the glorious mountain of delicacies, but he paused to level Juan a look — if only for a split second. “Lookin’ a little rough around the edges. Still smooth but more like a rough diamond.”

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status: closed | @manuelnarvaez @ahclbrook​

“Bah— who cares! It’s Friday! I’ve got four hot limbs and I intend on usin’ them! Don’t stop me now, I’m having such a good time.” Cue a comical rendition of a half limbed tap dance, completed with loud strikes of heel against tiles and a flutter of jazz hands. “No, seriously, please don’t stop me. Please. I don’t want to go home, it is so cold. Please, no.” And slow the rhythm, have it crest into sullen stillness with the most pitiful look upon his face. Hold it, one, two.. and end scene. 

“Or something like that. Swear my friend of a friend’s friend did the exact same thing the night before. Almost thought he’d taken a piece out of Westside or something.” 

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status: closed | @noravidal​

“Nora Vidal!” Hands cupped around his mouth, Bob hardly flinched from the way his voice boomed across the street. A little drama never hurt, but most of all — this man lacked any shame. Thus, he skittered over ( almost got love tapped by a stopping taxi ) and quickly linked arms with one of hers once close enough. “Seriously, every night I say good night to you, and every night you never say it back. What’s the problem? Do you not want me to have a good night?” Every night as in just yesterday. Miss one and he’s forced to take on the personality of an ailing widower. 

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status: closed | @maureenkeaton​

“Sit.” Only said once and the Rottweiler’s rump nearly put a hole through the front step. “Atta boy,” Bob chortled, unable to refrain from a small laugh from Bo’s enthusiasm. Carefully, he reached out to ring the doorbell twice; all while practicing his skill at balance. What with all the paper grocery bags piled in his arms. Hell, even Bo had a little basket to carry in those jowls, done up with a toy and treats — specifically chosen by the hound himself. 

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aaron-keaton​:

“It’s the way you walk,” he explained, nose still deep in his box. Pulling out a chipped mug, the man groaned, setting it on his desk for now. “You know how it is. Don’t you know when it’s me and not Maureen walking down stairs?” Then, Maureen and Aaron didn’t exactly weight the same or had the same body type. Not his best comparison, then, by now, Bob was fairly aware of how observant Aaron could get. It was no wonder he had his boyfriend’s walking pattern memorized. When you cared for someone, you wanted to remember everything about them, right?

“A much needed break? I have no idea what you mean by it.” Rubbing at his face, he then glanced up, catching sight of piled up boxes and bags, and Bob’s hair peeking up on top of that pile.

Clumsy as the other was, Aaron wondered how that had not given birth to disaster yet. Standing up carefully, he picked up the boxes on top, setting them on a cardboard box. “You little mind reader,” his smile grew wide, hand slipping to the other’s waist to pull him into a much deserved kiss. “You couldn’t let me starve, could you?”

“You sayin’ I have a funny gait? I know I strained my quad during jazzercise the other day but didn’t know it was that bad.” Nearly strained. Nothing some ice and ibuprofen couldn’t fix, but he had been walking funny for a little while. 

One by one the boxes were transferred onto.. somewhere else, only to reveal an all too smug grin. “Been finetuning my mindreading skills lately, thanks for noticing.” Double the gratitude when he was met with such a sweet response. “Now listen here— I might not be a highly ranked chef, but By George, everyone will be fed while I walk this earth!” Another indulgent kiss before he patted his boyfriend’s hip to get a move on with dining. “Besides, it’s way past your usual dinner time. Wouldn’t want to be downed with acid reflux or anything.” Because that’s how it worked, wasn’t it? 

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fcllonchrming​:

Fallon had decided to get a puppy. It seemed like the best way that she could practice if she could even take care of another living thing. Besides her garden, that was in the works. Yet it seemed that she was doing quite well until the leash slipped from her hands. She was freaking out until she spotted the small pup with an older homme and she could finally breath. ❛ lady, don’t do that again. ❜  she says this as she grabs the dog away from the man. ❛ I’m sorry, I’m at the whole new puppy owner thing and —— sorry. ❜ she says smiling ❛ I hope she didn’t bother you. ❜

feat. @hcarken​

The one time he wasn’t out with Bo and still found himself in the company of a dog, albeit a much smaller and more excited one. Naturally ecstatic ( by some requirement of pet law 101 — he swears by it ), he cooed and awed until the owner came rushing in. “Oh, her? Nah, don’t worry about it. Got a dog of my own that used to be like that. The puppy energy’s no joke. What’s her name? Lady? What a cute lil’ name for such a cute pup.” And back to the cooing he went. 

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No prob Bob

No problem Boblem

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dr-monroe​:

Starter for @hcarken​ Where: a dog friendly park When: mid morning

Monroe stamped her feet against the pavement, struggling to warm them. She needed to buy new boots, she had been meaning to for weeks, but she only ever wore them when she wasn’t working and it felt like a waste to she had kept putting it off. And now she was regretting it. She was just glad it wasn’t snowing anymore, she hoped the weather was turning, she hated the winter. She took a long drink from her coffee and then waved, seeing Bob off in the distance with Bo. She let the girls off their leashes and let them run off to greet their friends. She followed behind at a slower pace, waving as she got closer. “You eaten yet? Theres a truck at the other end of the park that makes a brisket burrito that has mac and cheese, potato chips, pickled peppers and fried onions in it. I figured it might be something you would be interested in” she offered as greeting.

Awfully chilly this bright morning, wasn’t it? Three layers, a scarf and hat swaddled him in warmth; barely enough to keep the bitter cold at bay but adequate. With shoulders hunched up to his ears, he scampered about the walkways. Bo, ever the loving creature for the great outdoors, just about dragged him halfway through. Which was fine and all, movement garnered heat and he could use as much as possible out in his frigid climate. 

Eyes squinted when someone waved in the distance. Bo recognized them seconds before it clicked in his brain and gave a loud huff. Quickly, he fumbled with the harness’ clasp before his shins could get thwapped purple. “Not as much as I should’ve, no.” He would’ve stuffed his face with hot peppers if he knew the temperature. “But that sounds heavenly. They don’t happen to have anything hot to drink too, do they? Feel like I’m about to turn into a popsicle.”

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