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[lyranelson]

Closed Starter; @leoklcin​. Closed Location; Tripp’s Trailer Park.

“There you are, baby.” Lyra rises from her kneeling position as the last marshmallow is gathered by the only remaining raccoon, before it scurries off after the others, the creatures disappearing from the trailer park and into the darkness of the night. It’s only when she stands that she notes the presence lingering nearby, eyes widening and smile twisting with a slight grimace, unsure of whether or not her actions were going to lead to a lecture from unhappy neighbors. “You didn’t see that right?” Though, it’s apparent to both of them that he certainly had. “Or if you did, can it at least remain our secret? I’m pretty sure that Striker has declared war against the poor fellas and if he finds out that I’ve been feeding the enemy, he might declare me as such too.”

[daphnesfm]

location: the crashdown cafe

closed starter for: @leoklcin​

daphne knew how annoying she could be sometimes. the rate at which people saw her coming and immediately left was higher than it needed to be, and while she knew that she could be making changes to prevent that from happening, she was so stuck in her own ways it felt like a moot point. but when it came to leo, she tried extra hard not to go off on a string of tangents; it was a work in progress, but at least she was trying. she carried a milkshake in each hand as she weaved in and out of tables to reach her friend. the cafe was extra busy today, person after person flooding through the door and leaving little to no space for anything else. at this point, daphne was just glad she’d managed to snag a booth in the back, spreading things out so as to claim every spot until leo had gotten there. the blonde is seemingly out of breath as she makes it to the booth, barely dodging a few shoulders as she set those milkshakes down. 

“holy shit it’s a nightmare in here today,” she mutters, setting one glass down in front of leo as her other hand cleared off some space. “i got you your favorite. i figure if you’re willing to endure a saturday at the crashdown, the least i could do is get you a treat of some sort.”

[asher-finch]

continued from here. @leoklcin

While Asher wasn’t exactly too lovey-dovey in his usual demeanor, he was also not really all that concerned about personal space or boundaries when it came to his friends. If he felt like hugging them, he would and unfortunately for Leo, it was just one of these nights. It absolutely didn’t help that he’d had a drink or two – or maybe five – but either way, he was having a good time and wasn’t going to let anyone kill his vibe. A shocked gasp escaped Asher and he looked back at Leo in surprise. Almost comically serious about it as he squinted back at him. “Well – duh, they’re singing so…,” he huffed before the other’s words really settled into his alcohol clouded mind and he crossed his arms in front of his chest defensively. “Wait. What’s that supposed to mean, man?” He asked, dragging a hand through his hair to push it back out of his face as he shot Leo an expectant look while he tried hard to figure it out on his own.

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