Ft. Arin - Blog Posts

"she could but she's not rude so instead i just get passive aggressive stares from her. we're connected like that." salem teased, she probably sounded like a crazy cat lady but she was kinda okay with that. "things like music, my thoughts....nothing too crazy. i figured instead of doing impulsive things when i'm in a weird headspace i should write first and see where that takes me." she nodded. "does the old guy at least pay well? and you should have definitely taken the lizard as a pet."

"the cat could, kinda. could just scream at you until you got the message." at least he assumes. never had a cat himself, but seems like something they would do. "things like?" sue him for being curious. "errands. killing time until the old guy who wants me to fix his laptop decides to call me." joys of self-employment. or something like that. he shrugs, settling into his chair "i saw a lizard outside on my way here, so pretty good all things considered." god forbid he think back more than 20 minutes for that answer.

"i know! i've been such a hermit lately and i'm sure if my cat could talk she would yell at me to get out of the house." salem joked before shaking her head. "not really busy, just kind of trying to kill time and jot a few things down." she nodded, taking a sip of her coffee. "i figured i should actually be around other people you know? if anything i was bound to run into someone i knew here and i was right!" she gave arin a small smile while closing the journal and moving it aside. "but anyways what are you up to today? how have you been?"

he's here playing errand boy. picking up ... something, for his mom. not entirely sure what, or what for — just that it's not ready yet and he's got some time to kill. he gets himself a cup of coffee and sits himself at a table near the edge of the room, ready to just waste time on his phone when he hears her speak. don't need to invite him twice. "long time no see," slide into the chair across from the one she's seated in, making an all too obvious show of peering at her book on his way. as if he has any real prayer of being able to read anyone's handwriting upside down like that. "busy? what are you working on?"