WHO? Lotus and Damien
WHAT? Scones lead to a blast from the unpleasant past.
WHERE? The bakery Damien works at.
WHEN? Monday late afternoon
RATINGS There will be dark content
STATUS Open to Damien


Lotus wasn't sure this was the best idea. After all, he didn't really have a lot of money, but this whole scone thing was kinda interesting. And besides the other man had said they were sweet. Lotus loved sweet things. To his surprise, the bakery in question was one he had passed by before, looking in longingly but always making himself go past.

Lotus had to give most of his money to the other guys in the apartment. He didn't exactly realize they were sort of taking him for a ride. Sadly, however, he did need people to help him manage money. He could count and add, but wasn't so good at the planning and all the things that went along with money management. So usually they left him with about twenty dollars from his paychecks. His checks weren't checks, but cash. Lotus was off the books, but he didn't know what books people were talking about! Either way, they let him keep twenty in cash each week, which was a decent amount. The rest of the money went to rent and food they said. And Lotus was never hungry and always had a roof over his head even if the apartment was starting to freeze. Usually he spent his twenty on either candy or clothes. HE went through a lot of clothes. And he loved candy. If they gave him forty a week, the boy wound spend it all on candy. So maybe it was a good thing. Even if the rest of the people in the house weren't giving as much of their money into the house.

Lotus' mind was on sweat things, as he walked to the bakery. He was huddled under layers of clothes as usual. He had learned that if he rotates the clothes he pairs up, the holes don't match up and then he's warmer! He figured that all out on his own. And buying long sleeve shirts and hoodies was cheaper than one big warm jacket! If it made him look homeless, well, Lotus didn't care or really think about it. With the hood up and his hands stuffed into the pockets of his outer jean jacket, Lotus was very warm.

The little bell rang when Lotus opened the door to the bakery. He froze there, for a moment, thinking he managed to set off some alarm before he realized what had happened. He looked up at the little bell and then pushed the door so it hit the bell again. He did it a third time before a sharp look from the woman behind the counter made him stop.

Now that he was here, Lotus was nervous. So very nervous that his throat felt a little dry. It wasn't like him to just walk up to a stranger, but he saw the man from the computer and went over, chewing his lip nervously. And then he just kind of stood there, not sure what to say.

Finally, after a moment or two, he blurted out: "I brought money for scones!" He pronounced it es-cee-ones, since that was how it was spelled and Lotus really wasn't good with the reading. He was lucky he got any kind of comprehension from what the other man had written.