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Originally Posted by siriusblackliveson  Charlie had just finished her shift over at Madame Malkins and felt her stomach rumble when she had walked out of the door. Moving through the vendors she kept looking for something that sounded extremely yummy. She had ben considering going down to the piercing shop after she got something to eat. She had finally decided she was going to get her nose done. Well if she still had the courage after she ate.
Glancing at a booth she noticed they had some loaded fries which was a rarity to have around here but she was hungry and had a few designs she wanted to work on for her personal collection later she'd need it. She got in line and pulled her light sweater a bit closer to her chest glancing around to see if anyone she knew was around. He probably should really take his lunch break to pop over to a salon for a hair cut. Mum had fussed at him and Mercer when he last headed home for a family dinner and he supposed it was a lot longer than he usually kept it. Brown locks falling in front of his face was distracting while he tried to look through the lens of his camera or deal with a creature at the Menagerie...but there were these incredible inventions called hair scrunchies, hair bands, and headbands that kept those pesky bits away from his face. He had mastered the 'manbun' according to some but...he supposed mum had a point. Especially with him sporting something between a beard and scruff, he was beginning to look a lot more mountainous.
Maybe after work and running errands he would get himself a trim. He did have another parcel he wanted to send off to his siblings at Hogwarts. Sending care packages was apparently one of his love languages - though he supposed that that fell under acts of kindness.
Anyway.
Having finished up at the Owl Post and another interesting chat with the proprietor there, Cooper decided he would hit up the vendors for lunch rather than order in somewhere. It was a really nice day out, after all. Only issue was that there were so many great options for street food that his stomach was encouraging him to grab something from every stand...and he was teetering on indulging it. He had put in a long weekend with Monsieur Benoit on the ranch, loads of manual labor and heavy lifting, and his sore muscles needed the nourishment! So it was that Cooper Branxton stood somewhere in the middle of the array of options looking very much like a lost cruppy in his indecision.
Story of his life, honestly.
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