#( i'm trynna put you in the worst mood

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𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓: The afternoon of October 11th 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: Wonderland 𝖜𝖍𝖔: @ferrousfae  

After the fifth run through Cain loses interest in practicing. Not once has he ever considered himself a dancer - stripper, well... recently. Nevertheless there’s an important and clear distinction in his head between the two. This day in particular he feels that there are more difficulties than usual. So after a second to consider his options, he shut the music. “Mori, the only thing that’s sticking is my shoes to this floor.” Then shakes his head as if it to shake it from his memory, he adds, “and the god awful Grind on Me. Who names themselves Pretty Ricky anyway? Right, someone ugly.”

One look from Morrigan is all he needs to know not to push his luck. So with a sigh he doesn’t even attempt to conceal his slight annoyance - more to the song than choreography which he didn’t dare tell her wasn’t her best work. Once that run through finishes (with much sloppiness on his part), he looks at her as an idea comes to mind. “Sure this is fine, but do we want fine? No, we don’t. I hope you see where I’m going and would consider a song people still care about like Pony. What do you think?”

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𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓: The morning of October 10th 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: Ella’s apartment 𝖜𝖍𝖔: @ellabellamy

“It’s kind of ugly,” Cain observes peering at the four legged creature by his feet. All he expected to do that day was talk Ella into making him breakfast and possibly cause her some grief in exchange. What he didn’t expect was to be followed by a cat with one eye the whole way to her place. He even tried kicking it away a few times with no success in scaring her. “If I still had my fangs I don’t think she’d be this attached.” Of course, he didn’t really want that - or so he tells himself.

He looks up for the first time in minutes, suddenly realizing he got caught up in his own thoughts. There’s a familiar look on Ella’s face that makes Cain shake his head. “Ella, don’t tell me you’re considering keeping it. You don’t need to save everyone especially this one -” he gestures towards the cat with his head. ”You don’t know what diseases it’s riddled with.”

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𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓: The afternoon of October 16th 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: Corn maze / Apple orchard 𝖜𝖍𝖔: @hercvlcs

Normally Cain isn’t the type to reach out to coworkers outside of work - in fact, he seldom interacts with them during a shift. Much less one he no longer had to see and it wasn’t like he was that close or even fond of Hercules. Oh no, he just wants to prove a point to himself. While physically he isn’t intimidated by the other man, there is still an unspoken feeling of inferiority he can’t shake. So he texted Hercules about a friendly contest with multiple components including speed, creativity, and efficiency. 

“You understand the rules, right? For the love of Zeus tell me there’s something occupying the space between your ears,” they’re standing before the entrance when Cain looks over at the other man. Before giving Hercules a chance to speak, Cain holds up a hand to silence him. With a side eye he adds, “the goal is to be the first one out with at least three of the five objects from the list that should be sent any minute now. Can you handle that?”

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𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓: The morning of October 11th 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: Sally’s apartment 𝖜𝖍𝖔: @rvgdolls​

There’s a clear image of bright flames beneath him. They cast long shadows that blend together as the bodies move in sync to break down the door. Of course he would be the one that could bring a whole town together. The only difference is, the castle isn’t enchanted this time. His staff isn’t there to serve as the first line of defense either. For the first time, Cain finds himself truly alone. Perhaps that’s what leads to the sudden onset of fear and the tightness in his chest. He’s aware his actions have consequences which is what was responsible for placing the target on his back in the first place. He jumps when the doors burst open forcing him to stare at the faces of all the people he’s hurt before. Belle leads the pack which causes him to back up until the cool stone presses into his back. Suddenly he leans back too far and -

Cain’s eyes open the moment his side collides with the hard floor. “Son of a bitch,” he winces and reaches towards his shoulder. Another moment passes when he’s suddenly aware that he is not surrounded by his furniture nor does he know where he is. When long brown hair comes into view, his heart skips a beat at the familiarity. Then just as fast it disappears when he realizes it’s not who he expected. “I have two questions with no wrong answers. One, how the fuck did I end up here? Two, what’s for breakfast? I hope your fridge is stocked and that you have ice. I will not press frozen peas to my body. I’m above that”

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𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓: The afternoon of October 12th 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: Tiana’s Place 𝖜𝖍𝖔: @tianamaldini  

Every so often Cain glances over at Tiana to make sure he’s doing it right. In that moment he can’t remember why he offered to help out at the restaurant. He’s not a people person and he’s a far cry from a decent cook. Money aside, he still has a soft spot for Tiana and is willing to be there for her as much as he can. Of course, he’s not oblivious to the fact that things have been tense between them since his divorce. Which he still doesn’t completely understand how she could just blindly take Belle’s side.

It’s not long before an unpleasant scent makes its way to Cain’s nose. In response he pushes the bowl away to ask. “Okay Tiana why the fuck would you put tarragon, basil, lemon, baking soda and beef in the same dish? How is this place still running?” He asks, not even considering that he may have been the one that half listened to the directions. “Maybe you need Naveen more than you think you do.”

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𝖙𝖆𝖌 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕!!