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Crescent beamed, her arms full of happily smiling children. Alita was standing back, watching her coddle the children with utmost adoration and care. Still, eyeing the young woman with the new piercing, Crescent was brought back to the fact that they were still standing in her tattoo parlor and kids were not best suited to be in a tattoo parlor. Reluctantly, she stopped hugging the younger or the two children, a little boy with dirt smudged on his face despite having reportedly been in an airplane for the last few hours.
"Ah, Travis, there you are. These are my most beloved people in the world. Alita, you already know Valerie. This is the new hire, a piercer, named Travis. Travis, this is Miss Fertility Clinic, my older sister, Alita" she motioned to allow the two of them to shake hands. Turning to the children, she patted each on the cheek fondly before looking up at the clock.
"Oh, Val, what time was my next appointment?" the time she read off happened to be fifteen minutes from the time the clock read. Crescent covered the little boy's ears as she swore, fumbling for her keys. "Here, Alita, you can just go into the apartment and forgive the mess, it's at Sixth and Holly, just past Kalamath Boulevard. It's building two, number ten twenty" these directions seemed to pass right over Alita's head.
"You're hopeless... I can't have you stay here..." Crescent fretted, shooting Val a pained look. Val wouldn't be able to, she had to sign the forms for the under eighteens, the credit card information, and legal documentation so that they wouldn't have to deal with a lawsuit. "Alita, you're the most inconvenient person on the planet" she sighed, glancing again at the clock.
The bell rang shrilly, breaking Hibine from his reverie, signaling that the class was now over. Hibine was angry, angry with everything and everyone but he couldn't help going to answer April's text. She rarely ever texted him and the nagging worry in the back of his mind always was that there was something terribly important or grievously wrong with her. Biting his lower lip, Hibine swung his bag over his shoulder and exited the building once more.
The streets were still not crowded, with everyone t work or school, and he made fine time by walking toward the cafe. He knew that he would be fuming if she wanted him to meet her for something trivial and selfish, namely another falsified date so that she could do as she pleased. It was only at he moved to tug at his habitual scarf that he realized he was still in his fashionable attire. It was embarrassing to meet anyone looking this way, he had only felt fleeting confidence in his outfit before thinking he looked silly. It was like this, dressed to the hilt and scowling darkly, that Hibine entered the cafe.
Orianna laughed lightly at Reyna's words, her mood as cheerful as it had ever been. She patted Reyna's arm with an indulgent smile on her face. "You look marvelous in what you're wearing. As for me, all I can do is look nice, I wish that I could cook half as well as you" mischievously, she grabbed for the bottle of wine. Reyna's speechlessness flattered her immensely, making her feel vibrant and breathless herself, bold and teasing.
"Wine, hmm? And what do you plan for after the first two glasses, when lightweight Orianna is already drunk?" her eyes flashed with a jolly twinkling, her slender fingers tightening a little around the neck of the bottle when she caught Reyna's eyes with her own gaze. For a second, it seemed as if the world had halted its revolutions jus to let her eyes admire Reyna's entire body before locking with her stare once more.
Darius held the book in his hands, cradling it as though it were a newborn infant. The homey smell of coffee and the musk of books soothed him immensely and he was loathe to leave with his simple purchase now, especially since he was intrigued by the meek and tender clerk. Ripping his eyes away from a detailed examination of the cover of the book, Darius gave the young man his warmest smile, replacing the suave one he tended to wear for good face. The effect was to crinkle his eyes and softening the harsh lines of his face, making him look changed and more approachable.
"Would you have anything that you would recommend? Any amusing and worthwhile books, something to read instead of collect?" he fingered the emblazoned lettering absent-mindedly, letting each groove make a note on his fingertips. "The whole reason I even began collecting rare books was because literature enchanted me after all, don't look so surprised. I'm more than willing to take a look around the bookstore, now that I've found my prize."
[/size]Crescent beamed, her arms full of happily smiling children. Alita was standing back, watching her coddle the children with utmost adoration and care. Still, eyeing the young woman with the new piercing, Crescent was brought back to the fact that they were still standing in her tattoo parlor and kids were not best suited to be in a tattoo parlor. Reluctantly, she stopped hugging the younger or the two children, a little boy with dirt smudged on his face despite having reportedly been in an airplane for the last few hours.
"Ah, Travis, there you are. These are my most beloved people in the world. Alita, you already know Valerie. This is the new hire, a piercer, named Travis. Travis, this is Miss Fertility Clinic, my older sister, Alita" she motioned to allow the two of them to shake hands. Turning to the children, she patted each on the cheek fondly before looking up at the clock.
"Oh, Val, what time was my next appointment?" the time she read off happened to be fifteen minutes from the time the clock read. Crescent covered the little boy's ears as she swore, fumbling for her keys. "Here, Alita, you can just go into the apartment and forgive the mess, it's at Sixth and Holly, just past Kalamath Boulevard. It's building two, number ten twenty" these directions seemed to pass right over Alita's head.
"You're hopeless... I can't have you stay here..." Crescent fretted, shooting Val a pained look. Val wouldn't be able to, she had to sign the forms for the under eighteens, the credit card information, and legal documentation so that they wouldn't have to deal with a lawsuit. "Alita, you're the most inconvenient person on the planet" she sighed, glancing again at the clock.
The bell rang shrilly, breaking Hibine from his reverie, signaling that the class was now over. Hibine was angry, angry with everything and everyone but he couldn't help going to answer April's text. She rarely ever texted him and the nagging worry in the back of his mind always was that there was something terribly important or grievously wrong with her. Biting his lower lip, Hibine swung his bag over his shoulder and exited the building once more.
The streets were still not crowded, with everyone t work or school, and he made fine time by walking toward the cafe. He knew that he would be fuming if she wanted him to meet her for something trivial and selfish, namely another falsified date so that she could do as she pleased. It was only at he moved to tug at his habitual scarf that he realized he was still in his fashionable attire. It was embarrassing to meet anyone looking this way, he had only felt fleeting confidence in his outfit before thinking he looked silly. It was like this, dressed to the hilt and scowling darkly, that Hibine entered the cafe.
Orianna laughed lightly at Reyna's words, her mood as cheerful as it had ever been. She patted Reyna's arm with an indulgent smile on her face. "You look marvelous in what you're wearing. As for me, all I can do is look nice, I wish that I could cook half as well as you" mischievously, she grabbed for the bottle of wine. Reyna's speechlessness flattered her immensely, making her feel vibrant and breathless herself, bold and teasing.
"Wine, hmm? And what do you plan for after the first two glasses, when lightweight Orianna is already drunk?" her eyes flashed with a jolly twinkling, her slender fingers tightening a little around the neck of the bottle when she caught Reyna's eyes with her own gaze. For a second, it seemed as if the world had halted its revolutions jus to let her eyes admire Reyna's entire body before locking with her stare once more.
Darius held the book in his hands, cradling it as though it were a newborn infant. The homey smell of coffee and the musk of books soothed him immensely and he was loathe to leave with his simple purchase now, especially since he was intrigued by the meek and tender clerk. Ripping his eyes away from a detailed examination of the cover of the book, Darius gave the young man his warmest smile, replacing the suave one he tended to wear for good face. The effect was to crinkle his eyes and softening the harsh lines of his face, making him look changed and more approachable.
"Would you have anything that you would recommend? Any amusing and worthwhile books, something to read instead of collect?" he fingered the emblazoned lettering absent-mindedly, letting each groove make a note on his fingertips. "The whole reason I even began collecting rare books was because literature enchanted me after all, don't look so surprised. I'm more than willing to take a look around the bookstore, now that I've found my prize."