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fancy seeing you here
Who: Jax and Erika
When: Midday
Where: Seeds of Beauty
Jax had the kind of mom where anything she told you as gospel, you had to take with a grain of salt. Her interests and beliefs were constantly shifting with the world, and the family more or less humored her with all of them. Except for that time when he was in middle school and she'd tried to insist that the family wear nothing but hemp. He'd had to put his foot down there. Still, one bit of advice he had taken to heart was that you never visit someone's home as a guest and go empty-handed. But his mom hadn't invented that pearl of wisdom, it was just common courtesy and good sense. So even if he was returning to his childhood home, he wasn't empty-handed. He had gifts for his parents and sisters, all little random things he'd picked up around the world, and a good bottle of wine. It had been a long time since he'd been properly home for a while, so he felt he needed to do the job properly.
He'd been listening to the radio about the trouble at the high school - that was a fucking nightmare, and something he was already itching to look in on himself - when he hit a detour that took him off main street. That was when he decided to get his mum and his sisters flowers. He followed the gps to the nearest florist, a place called Seeds of Beauty. He parked in the street and headed inside. Okay, maybe he was kind of sucking up to his family, but it'd be really great if they quit sending him crazy grief spirits and flat out begging hadn't worked yet.
When: Midday
Where: Seeds of Beauty
Jax had the kind of mom where anything she told you as gospel, you had to take with a grain of salt. Her interests and beliefs were constantly shifting with the world, and the family more or less humored her with all of them. Except for that time when he was in middle school and she'd tried to insist that the family wear nothing but hemp. He'd had to put his foot down there. Still, one bit of advice he had taken to heart was that you never visit someone's home as a guest and go empty-handed. But his mom hadn't invented that pearl of wisdom, it was just common courtesy and good sense. So even if he was returning to his childhood home, he wasn't empty-handed. He had gifts for his parents and sisters, all little random things he'd picked up around the world, and a good bottle of wine. It had been a long time since he'd been properly home for a while, so he felt he needed to do the job properly.
He'd been listening to the radio about the trouble at the high school - that was a fucking nightmare, and something he was already itching to look in on himself - when he hit a detour that took him off main street. That was when he decided to get his mum and his sisters flowers. He followed the gps to the nearest florist, a place called Seeds of Beauty. He parked in the street and headed inside. Okay, maybe he was kind of sucking up to his family, but it'd be really great if they quit sending him crazy grief spirits and flat out begging hadn't worked yet.