getting a quality meal and some good banter couldn't possibly be dangerous !
only thing that poses a threat is the train ride. pretty gauche i know, but my car's in the shops. 😅
“please.” he was quick to respond, grateful when he heard the voice speaking up. he took a couple steps into the alleyway, waiting by the opposite wall for the lighter.
“music not your style?” he asked curiously, nodding towards the +
“need one?” she pipes up from where she’s leaned against the alley wall outside of the crammed bar. heavy sound pulsing from every crevice it has, the alleyway providing shelter from it as best it can. hands dig through her purse for her lighter without waiting for a response.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his eyes briefly scanned the stranger, before leaning forward to take the lighter from his hand. raising it up to light the cigarette before returning it. “thanks, ‘preciate it.”
he spoke, the words followed by a puff.
+ any witnesses, eyes connecting with the handsome male, and the child hung on his front. “uh— i mean shoot. or some other baby appropriate expletive.”
sigh. at this point he assumed the grocery store was plotting against him, specifically. out of all the cereals they could’ve placed on the top shelf, just beyond carson’s reach, it just had to be his favourite.
scrunching his face, determined to get his hands on the honey +
the grocery store is already a mistake. aiden realises it about thirty seconds in. not because of his niece. she's… fine.
tucked against his chest in one of those carriers he definitely put on wrong the first time and had to redo after a quiet, mildly humbling youtube —
+ flavored oats, he stretched onto his toes and tried swiping out with his hand. successfully connecting with the next brand over and sending a box flying to the ground — along with himself.
“shit.” landing hard on his ass, having lost his balance. looking around for +
+ out new material on. anything he can do to keep his acting skills from going rusty while he waits for his ‘big break’. whenever that decides to come.
+ living in a tiny shoebox apartment after vowing never to move back home, he’s by all means making things work. doing what he can to audition, occasionally volunteering at the local theatre, sometimes even using drunk customers to test +