#mementoviverc

[meteovoid]

prompt: marika confronting julian about something bad they have done.

     alright, so . . . his pup ? not the most well-behaved. although classes had been taken, and a certification for his service dog status had been given, carl had very selective hearing. only about fifty percent of the time would he listen to julian. the boy’s mother, however, was up in the eighty-five percentage. good for her. but not so good for the brunet with a prosthetic trying to keep his unruly pup in check. carl, the three year old shiba, had most definitely decided to relieve himself on the blonde’s purse as she was busy doing whatever blonde ladies do . . . and julian had done his best to look past it. not so easy when confronted, though. “ you sure you wanna blame your shit on the disabled kid ? ” a go-to. usually worked, he was crossing his fingers this time. “ you know this is a top notch dog, right ? they don’t hand out certifications to just anybody, lady. ”  / @mementoviverc

[jerichorpg-a]

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[gidcarlisle]

-- @mementoviverc

     with an empty shop and nothing to do, gideon finds himself roaming the rows of political philosophy books, running perfectly-groomed fingers over the spines of his favorites. he recalls the sad state of jericho books when he first came to town: a ridiculous amount of shelf space wasted with cheesy self-help books, cookbooks, and miscellaneous hobbies. now that he has say in the inventory, jericho books has become an oasis for intellectual pursuits: philosophy, poetry, memoirs, manifestos, great literature. he smiles to himself, feeling a surge of pride at what he’s done.

     hearing the jingling of the bookstore’s door, gideon straightens his name badge and steps into the aisle. with a wide smile, he welcomes the familiar blonde. she was somewhat of a regular, and he’d be lying to say he hadn’t noticed her. “hi, welcome in. can i help you find anything?” he asks, smoothing out his button-down shirt.