Twenty-four.
Ballerina & Mechanic
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Sept 18, 2016 21:53:19 GMT
Post by Sophia Grace Lawrence on Sept 18, 2016 21:53:19 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] you know the two of us are young gods. This damn carburetor was going to be the death of her and she was going to take it down with her. She leaned towards the greasy piece of machinery with the same intensity of a lynx hunting prey. She moved around the block and tried to look at it from a new angle to figure out why exactly the damn machine wouldn’t work the way it needed to. Her client would be by later in the day and she wanted to have some explanation for why her car was acting the way it was. “Alright you son of a bitch, you’re going to do what I want you to, or I’m going to throw you.” She told it in a low voice, already known in the shop for her short temper and her vicious wrench throws, she didn’t need them questioning her sanity any more than she was sure they already did. She pushed herself away from the carburetor and walked over to her desk for a drink of her coffee cup. She spotted a too-familiar blonde and figured that she could use a distraction from the work that she really had to do. She gripped her coffee cup and walked across the garage. Noah was easily her best friend in the world and while they lived together they had been missing each other for a little bit. She was dating Otto Sylvester Starzyk now, and she was working more on her auditions for Swan Lake. She felt like all she did was see her boyfriend and dance. Her toes were on the mend, but that didn’t stop her from wearing her favorite black heels to the garage. “Noah, my love, keep me from killing myself over that damn corvette.” She told him, warming her hands with the mug of strong coffee. 269 NOTES: them
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mechanic
atomic condensation.
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Sept 20, 2016 1:46:08 GMT
Post by Noah Oliver Charbonneau on Sept 20, 2016 1:46:08 GMT
Noah had a late shift, so he was relishing the extra time in bed until he was literally left with ten minutes to get to work. He grabbed Sophia some lunch before heading to the shop. It was something he'd been looking forward to, especially not having seen much of her in a while. She'd been so busy... and he'd had his own shit going on. He'd gotten a few guitar gigs within the past month and working on that preparation had been what little remaining free time he had.
Hearing her voice when he arrived brought a small grin to his face-- a feat not many people could accomplish without there being alcohol involved. Noah, my love, keep me from killing myself over that damn corvette. "There will be no killing yourself necessary," he assured in good humor, holding up a to-go box and setting it down. "For you, ma chère," he announced, before sliding himself under the car. "What's wrong with it?" he asked, starting with a pretty routine check.
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Twenty-four.
Ballerina & Mechanic
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In a Relationship.
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Sept 21, 2016 18:51:29 GMT
Post by Sophia Grace Lawrence on Sept 21, 2016 18:51:29 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] you know the two of us are young gods.
Sophia smiled when she saw her blonde. Noah was the best friend she could have asked for and she would do anything for him. When they first met, it was over their passion for music and mechanics. They loved their life together, but she knew that things were changing all over the place. Noah was getting more gigs with his music, there was a draw to him for his good looks and goofy grin. She was with Otto and Klaus more, falling into a sort of home life. She would dance and come home to the good doctor and their little boy. She wanted to spend more time with Noah, but it was something that they both had to work on. She was hoping that Noah and Otto would get along and even get to know each other so she could spend more time with both of them together. Things were getting serious with her and Otto, the key to his home hanging off her Slytherin themed lanyard. They were planning a trip to New York for Christmas so she could see the New York ballet, they talked about how she wanted children.
"Keep saying those pretty words, it's not going to make me less homicidal." She sipped her coffee and leaned against his desk. She wanted to spend some time away from that corvette and hopefully it would clear her head enough to help her figure things out with the block of greasy machine she had on her block. "Yeah, what in the world would you do with all of my stuff in our place if I did?" She teased him, knowing that there could come a time where they didn't live together. Where they didn't stumble in from one of Noah's gigs after drinking the bar dry. Where they would throw flour at each other while trying to satisfy a craving for waffles. For now, they still had each other and that was amazing.
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