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Harron Peasley · 07-06-2023, 03:10 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Cooper preferred not to wear his creature healer robes outside of the Menagerie but today's shift had been particularly long and strenuous, his first time assisting in a simple but necessary operation to boot, and he couldn't quite bring himself to shed his robes as part of his packing up routine. The extra effort to wiggle himself free from the arms that had become entirely too tight around his shoulders recently was too exhausting to think about. He'd just get Phoebe or Theo to help peel him out of them once he returned to the flat...and see about heading over to Malkins and have Charlie make the appropriate adjustments to his robes. He would write Kinsay and ask her, simple work like adjusting hem lines would likely be a breeze for her, but she always seemed to have enough on her plate without him adding to it.

He had at least unbuttoned it, though he could barely button it anyway these days, and untucked his favorite light flannel shirt in a deep navy and burnt red from his jeans and was just ready to go LAY down somewhere. Maybe the playground...or Memorial Garden...or a park bench. Not to nap but just...have a rest before heading back to the flat and working on a spread for the Benoit estate and another private project for Monsieur Benoit himself. Nearly tripping over his own shoelaces, that he had not realized were untied until he had nearly faceplanted and caught himself with a firm palm against one of the streetlights, he had to laugh at himself while running a hand through his now much shorter mop of thick brown hair. He somewhat missed the manbun, but he could always grow it back. Kneeling to fix his shoe, he caught a glimpse of some (he assumed) expensive looking heels across the way attached to a pair of long legs. He dared not allow his, still mostly, boyish gaze to linger for too long and finished his shoes with a double knot before collapsing into the bench nearest him (and across from said long legs and stylish shoes) with a hearty groan and both arms folding over the back of the bench.

Florrie had taken notice of the man exiting the Menagerie, though she didn't realise who it was. Instead, she just bit her lip to hold back a chuckle as they tripped, and only when they had sat opposite her did she realise just who it was.

And, quite frankly, she wasn't really sure how to behave. Things hadn't exactly gone well the last time they'd seen each other, and Florrie was kind of annoyed that Cooper hadn't bothered to even try and reach out to her over the past few... years? Had it really been that long? Not that she'd bothered to reach out, either - but the dynamic of their relationship had drastically changed, and she had truly felt that if he wanted her in his life, he would have been the one to let her know.

Of course, there was the whole worry of being judged that she was pretending didn't exist. She was also pretending that she didn't miss him.

When he side, she raised an eyebrow and pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head, where they nestled amongst her perfectly blown out blonde locks. "Long day?" she called over to him, figuring that even if he didn't look up and see her, surely the Canadian accent (though slightly muted after the last eight years in the UK) would give her away.

07-06-2023, 03:10 PM	#41 (permalink)
Harron Peasley Mooncalf Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: The Losers Club Posts: 7,595 Hogwarts RPG Name: Reuben Albert Darcy-Stemp Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Billie Love Stemp Gryffindor Fifth Year x3	Sarah thinks I'm cute \| Shan's safe space. Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Cooper preferred not to wear his creature healer robes outside of the Menagerie but today's shift had been particularly long and strenuous, his first time assisting in a simple but necessary operation to boot, and he couldn't quite bring himself to shed his robes as part of his packing up routine. The extra effort to wiggle himself free from the arms that had become entirely too tight around his shoulders recently was too exhausting to think about. He'd just get Phoebe or Theo to help peel him out of them once he returned to the flat...and see about heading over to Malkins and have Charlie make the appropriate adjustments to his robes. He would write Kinsay and ask her, simple work like adjusting hem lines would likely be a breeze for her, but she always seemed to have enough on her plate without him adding to it. He had at least unbuttoned it, though he could barely button it anyway these days, and untucked his favorite light flannel shirt in a deep navy and burnt red from his jeans and was just ready to go LAY down somewhere. Maybe the playground...or Memorial Garden...or a park bench. Not to nap but just...have a rest before heading back to the flat and working on a spread for the Benoit estate and another private project for Monsieur Benoit himself. Nearly tripping over his own shoelaces, that he had not realized were untied until he had nearly faceplanted and caught himself with a firm palm against one of the streetlights, he had to laugh at himself while running a hand through his now much shorter mop of thick brown hair. He somewhat missed the manbun, but he could always grow it back. Kneeling to fix his shoe, he caught a glimpse of some (he assumed) expensive looking heels across the way attached to a pair of long legs. He dared not allow his, still mostly, boyish gaze to linger for too long and finished his shoes with a double knot before collapsing into the bench nearest him (and across from said long legs and stylish shoes) with a hearty groan and both arms folding over the back of the bench. Florrie had taken notice of the man exiting the Menagerie, though she didn't realise who it was. Instead, she just bit her lip to hold back a chuckle as they tripped, and only when they had sat opposite her did she realise just who it was. And, quite frankly, she wasn't really sure how to behave. Things hadn't exactly gone well the last time they'd seen each other, and Florrie was kind of annoyed that Cooper hadn't bothered to even try and reach out to her over the past few... years? Had it really been that long? Not that she'd bothered to reach out, either - but the dynamic of their relationship had drastically changed, and she had truly felt that if he wanted her in his life, he would have been the one to let her know. Of course, there was the whole worry of being judged that she was pretending didn't exist. She was also pretending that she didn't miss him. When he side, she raised an eyebrow and pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head, where they nestled amongst her perfectly blown out blonde locks. "Long day?" she called over to him, figuring that even if he didn't look up and see her, surely the Canadian accent (though slightly muted after the last eight years in the UK) would give her away. __________________ ⇀ Standing now, calling all the people here to see the show_____________________________ Calling for my demons now to let me go ↽