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sweetpinkpixie · 08-13-2024, 04:08 PM

He really needed to keep his hands out of his pockets. Something he could easily achieve if he kept the little box in the drawer on his bedside table like he had been telling himself he should do for the past however many (read: six) months. And yet, every morning Cooper woke up beside Olivia and every morning he stealthily slipped the box into his pocket without her noticing before he left their flat for his work of the day. There really was no rhyme or reason as to why he insisted on carrying it on his person and, honestly, doing it this way was greatly increasing the chance of him losing it before he plucked up the courage to do what he had been fretting over for the good part of a year now...but he would not be a Branxton without overthinking every action and decision before doing it.

Thankfully, it wasn't a distraction from doing his job here at the Menagerie and if anything it had become a sort of fidget toy during his downtime. Downtime like he had right now as he escorted a pleasantly plump woman wearing enough pearl necklaces that he wondered how she managed to stand upright while she strut with her kneazle cradled in her arms to the register to ring her up for Mademoiselle Butterscotch's check-up. "Perfect, I'll see you both in about a year's time, Mrs. Buttonwood," he smiled to the woman and hesitated to give the ginger kneazle another scratch behind the ears. Closing the till, and doing what he could to wipe the bright cherry red lipstick stain off his cheek as Mrs. Buttonwood sashayed her way out of the shop, Cooper ran his fingers through his hair a few times to occupy his hands while he debated what to do next since he had some more downtime before his next appointment.

08-13-2024, 04:08 PM	#49 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,142 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	for our (hopefully) newest pseudo little sister in one Miss Aurora Ackerly astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf He really needed to keep his hands out of his pockets. Something he could easily achieve if he kept the little box in the drawer on his bedside table like he had been telling himself he should do for the past however many (read: six) months. And yet, every morning Cooper woke up beside Olivia and every morning he stealthily slipped the box into his pocket without her noticing before he left their flat for his work of the day. There really was no rhyme or reason as to why he insisted on carrying it on his person and, honestly, doing it this way was greatly increasing the chance of him losing it before he plucked up the courage to do what he had been fretting over for the good part of a year now...but he would not be a Branxton without overthinking every action and decision before doing it. Thankfully, it wasn't a distraction from doing his job here at the Menagerie and if anything it had become a sort of fidget toy during his downtime. Downtime like he had right now as he escorted a pleasantly plump woman wearing enough pearl necklaces that he wondered how she managed to stand upright while she strut with her kneazle cradled in her arms to the register to ring her up for Mademoiselle Butterscotch's check-up. "Perfect, I'll see you both in about a year's time, Mrs. Buttonwood," he smiled to the woman and hesitated to give the ginger kneazle another scratch behind the ears. Closing the till, and doing what he could to wipe the bright cherry red lipstick stain off his cheek as Mrs. Buttonwood sashayed her way out of the shop, Cooper ran his fingers through his hair a few times to occupy his hands while he debated what to do next since he had some more downtime before his next appointment. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like