After 10 minutes of small talk and avoiding puddles, they reach the shopping centre. Markus finds the emptiest section of car park possible and stops the car. He sits back in his seat and sighs, realising he needs to jump out and run if he wants to avoid getting soaked. The rain hasn’t calmed down at all - if anything it’s gotten heavier. 

“It’s only, like, six o’clock and it’s already dark,” Peter mumbles. (Actually, Peter, it’s 6:32.)

“Yeah, strange,” Markus says, really not wanting to get out of the car. Why did he agree to this?

(You know why.)

Markus peeks out the foggy window, to see if anyone’s standing around outside. There are a few people hanging around the entrance, but other than that the whole area is empty. Good. He unbuckles his seatbelt and prepares himself to open the door. The entrance is only a few metres away, if he sprints he could probably reach it in 3 seconds, though… no, other people would see that and he’d look stupid. Think of something else.

“Should we go then?” he asks, glancing at Peter, who looks like he really doesn’t want to get out.

“Uh… it’s cold…” Peter shuffles reluctantly in his seat.

(Peter Brown, you really do have a way with words.)

bladewcrk  asked:

Why is cat in cone of shame? :o

// Reinhardt had a major life-saving surgery last week, and he has to be in the cone of shame, confined to a small room to keep him from running/jumping or biting his stitches for the next week or so until they heal over. He is fine and doing quite well!

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.