Tate Sewell (tatesewell) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-05-23 15:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: melinda bobbin-krum, char: tate sewell, location: sweet nothings, time: 2009 05 |
RP: Destiny and things
Who: Melinda & Tate
What: Potentially Destiny
Where: Sweet Nothings
When: May 24th
Warnings: TBD - his mouth likely, he may end up telling her all the beans. we'll see.
Tate had a routine, now that he was feeling a little better and more like himself his body had fallen right back into that routine. It required waking up ungodly early so that he could help with the prep team. It had started just a few days previously, he’d woken up ungodly early and just laid in bed, messing around on his phone. He had answered a few emails, even sent out a few resumes, before he’d caved and headed out into the city to look for a new job. Well, new job or a potential pet. Alec had talked to him about a pet at their meeting this week, that it might help him. He’d gone into the Beastiery at least three times since then, looking at all of the animals, but he hadn’t been able to pull the trigger. He didn’t know if he could even have an animal in the apartment, it was something he still needed to find out before he went any farther with this.
It was part of his mission for today when he came downstairs, though he had gotten easily side tracked as he started his way through the courtyard. He could smell things freshly baking and really, that was the most beautiful scent in the world. One of his favorite perks of the flat was that he woke up smelling Melinda’s baking. While that had not gone over terribly well when he had been going through withdrawals, it was delicious now. He’d have to thank Emilia again for helping with those, he wasn’t nearly so miserable and looked presentable. His hair still whatever it felt like, made worse by the fact he always pulled at it and pushed it in odd directions all day, but he at least didn’t have any more cuts, fat lips, or anything else from fighting with concrete. She was a miracle worker.
Instead of continuing on his way, he thought he’d be nosey. He hadn’t actually really met Melinda, he knew of her and who she was by sight, but he didn’t think they’d ever held a conversation. He wanted to nose around in the bakery, though he didn’t think she would let him. He was going to try though, at least to make friends with his landlord. He was just very thankful that he was headed out for interviews, so it wasn’t his usual hoodie and jeans attire that he had come accustomed to. Instead he had on a pair of nice black slacks and a buttoned down white shirt that had short sleeves. His hair was a bit of a mess but he looked healthy, well.. Except for that little square in the pocket of his shirt that clearly outlined his cigarettes.
As he walked up to the back door, he knocked on the frame. Since the door was open, he called out, “Hello?” He really hoped he wouldn’t break her routine and throw her off for her morning rush, he’d seen the lines. It was like every witch and wizard came here for their early morning coffee.