“ don’t worry, a little sunshine and i’m sure they’ll perk up… “
wishful thinking, really. she bends at the middle, flipping through records that sat on a small shelf below her player.
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️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
❝You sure you don't need help with ANY of this? I'd be glad to. Gives me somethin' to do . .❞
❝Oh yeah, right. Of course, I can help with. . that .❞
He gives an almost somber look at the plants, before returning his attention to her .
Simon practically watches her move the
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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
“ yeah! a real cute one that resembles an oversized flower, mozart is gonna love it. “
dahlia looks back towards her ‘mess’, taking in a deep breath. it was only a quarter of the way done, but you could imagine it just by looking at the pile.
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️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
❝Sounds sweet. . real nice .❞
❝Cat tree, you say? Hm. Make sure to tell me when that's done, I really want to see that .❞
He gently takes his glass, taking a few sips of the water. He loves that .
With his free hand, he runs it through his hair, before putting the glass down
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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
“ nice, we used to come here for christmas time when i was younger. it was the best. “
her hands folded together, curls falling over her shoulder as she looked around the apartment. teeth momentarily catch her bottom lip, gears in her head turning.
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️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
❝Well-- last I was here, I was a young kid. So. . yeah .❞
Simon lets out a chuckle as he enters, noticing all the smaller details .
❝Had me thinkin' this place would be a mess. It looks nice .❞
Such a genuine smile on the Butcher's face, he again takes in his surroundings,
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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
her hand quickly retracts, presuming she made him uncomfortable by the sudden touch. she wanted desperately to make him comfortable, especially since he was now to be her guest.
jiggling the door handle a bit as she twisted the key,
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️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
Simon lets out a sigh, nodding. His eyes now drifting back to her .
There's still that glint in his brown eyes, the issue is understanding what it means. Not even Simon understands what it means .
The soon-to-be convict glances away again once she lays even a finger on him. Not out of
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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
“ of course, i wasn’t trying to diss you or anything… just know it can be difficult, even ballet doesn’t have that much discipline. “
she felt stupid comparing such things, immediately regretting it as it passed her lips.
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️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
❝Yeah but, it's worth it. Learned a lot of stuff that most people never would .❞
Judging on the question, he may or may not answer it .
❝Sorry, should I not have said that? Sorry . .❞
So so guilty, despite not having done or said anything wrong .
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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
“ oh. “ a solemn tone, brows furrowing ever so slightly. “ that is sad. “
there was another question on her mind pertaining to his wording of the subject, though she hesitated to voice it, not wanting to ruin what they had going.
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️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
❝Right .❞
Simon watches, just in case anything happens, when nothing does, he practically breathes a sigh of relief .
❝Err-- strict rules. Think of my home like a. . like a military base if you will .❞
❝So, kind of strict that sort of stuff, sadly. He was very good at it .❞
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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
“ we can figure that out as we go along. “
dahlia listened carefully as she made her way over to the counter, claiming their sandwiches within a brown paper bag. once done, her attention turned back to him, a sort of frown on her face.
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️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
❝Hm, guess we could do that. Just not sure how .❞
The butcher gently taps his boot on the ground, clearly trying to get his thoughts straight. They are all over the place, and he doesn't like that very much .
Simon obviously still listens, quite intrigued by the whole dancing gig .
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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
eyes magnetized back to his, furrowed brow softening. she could see a bit of herself in the way he spoke, craving that which could not be forced.
“ i’ve been feeling a little bit of that myself, lately. maybe we can help each other out? “
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️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
❝Just need other people to talk with, I don't. . have many people to speak to .❞
There's a soft sigh from Simon, but he obviously listens to what she has to say .
❝Dancer, huh? That's nice . .❞
His eyes instantly shift over to the counter once the name was called, he gets up
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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
“ you— but, why? you don’t even know me. “
usually she had to beg to get company over, and now it was just offering itself. despite how kind he seemed, there was a part of her that found it strange.
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️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
❝Yeah, of course I wanna come over. And I don't mind if it's a mess, better than nothin' .❞
Another soft chuckle from the soon-to-be convict. There's a glint in his brown eyes. How particular .
❝You got anythin' interestin' about you ?❞
Simon tilts his head ever so
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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
a small nod, leaning back in her seat to relax a bit. she tapped gently on the table, mind struggling to come up with another subject to talk about.
then, a look of surprise, rhythmic hand motion coming to a stop.
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️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
❝Don't-- don't apologize. You're okay . .❞
❝I probably will get around to telling you, but just not right now .❞
Simon lets out a sigh, his eyes still practically glued to her. They just won't look away and not even he knows why .
❝I got that. Wouldn't mind coming over .❞
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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
“ sorry, i’m being pushy. it’s just— it’s nice to get it out sometimes, even if you don’t initially want to. “
head lowering a bit, eyes still focused on him. she didn’t know what to make of him, someone who was especially hard to read.
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️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
❝I--. . nono. Again, it's a lot and I'm not entirely sure if one conversation will be enough .❞
Simon lets out a half-hearted chuckle, mostly to just ease the tension within him .
❝Do you want me to get into the specifics? Because it is a lot. . friend .❞
Ah, he called her
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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
dahlia was used to this sort of treatment, especially from her father. over time, she’d gone from accepting defeat, to pushing for answers. of course, this was a stranger… it wasn’t so polite to pry.
“ think i can’t handle it? “
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️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
Simon, of course, follows. He glances around at the scenery while he does so, and at the other people. He can't shake this feeling of being watched, despite him not .
❝Yeah, I got things on my mind, but it's a lot. So. . there's no need .❞
The soon-to-be convict sits at the table
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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
her expression softened a bit, a small nod in understanding as she leaned forward to make their order. two cubans, pressed. it was hard to go wrong with such a choice, at least she hoped.
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️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
Simon listens carefully, nodding along as she proceeds to list the items. His eyes glancing at the menu, before returning back to her .
❝I-- uhh. . wouldn't mind if you just surprised me. I. . don't know any of this .❞
He sounds so lost, so confused. Simon doesn't know any of these
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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
about to make her order, she paused as simon leaned towards her. head turning in his direction, eyes curious. she could sense his hesitancy, wondering if it was her that was making him so… nervous?
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️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
❝Dolly, hm? Alright . .❞
Simon is blissfully unaware of what this place serves. Again, Earth doesn't even exist anymore, where he's from, at least. He doesn't want to go and ask her what to get, since he doesn't wanna seem dimwitted .
But he might as well, he leans toward Dahlia,
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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
eyes cutting back to him at the admission, smile once again tugging at her features.
“ that’s good, because i can definitely talk. “
teasing lightly, stepping up to the counter as the person in front of her finished.
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️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
❝Nono, it's fine. I-- really do need someone to talk to anyway .❞
Simon glances up at the menu as well, crossing his arms. But he lets out a quiet hiss, quickly not doing that. His arms hurt too much to do that .
❝Name's Simon by the way .❞
𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
it was a real hole in the wall, uninviting from the outside. however, inside was a different story. it was bright, clean, everything you’d want in a midnight bodega.
“ sorry, i’ll shush. “
a sheepish laugh, glancing up at the menu.
️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
❝I-- yeah .❞
Simon gives a slight nod, listening to what she has to say .
❝Got it, got it .❞
Following, the Butcher soon steps in as well. Kind of in awe about how nice the place looks .
𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
“ oh, you do? is it because of your work? “
dolly inquired, suddenly curious about her new acquaintance.
“ i suggest the cuban, but everything is good here. really. “
she stepped inside, door propped open to let in the nightly chill.
️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
❝Yeah, of course. I get that a lot .❞
It's a very obvious lie, but Simon's good at telling lies, isn't he .
❝I am starvin', so I'll gladly get anythin' .❞
He can't help but let out a quiet chuckle. What a nice laugh, Simon .
𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
dolly couldn’t help but examine his outfit, genuinely wondering if he had just come from work at some sort of power plant— or whatever job could have you looking like that.
realizing she was being rude, dolly shook her head softly.
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️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
The Butcher soon arrives, drill in hand. He's wearing his Eden gear, since it was the only clothing brought over. Of course, it isn't meant to be worn 24/7, so it looks incredibly worn down .
It doesn't take long Simon long to notice, as he quickly walks over, careful with the drill .
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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
📲 : meet you there !
the bodega was only a few minutes from her house on foot, thinking hopefully she hadn’t caused the stranger to go out of his way.
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️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
📲 : Okay that works for me!
Simon soon gets ready to walk out, making sure to grab the drill .
𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
📲 : i know ! what are your favorites ?
📲 : ummm maybe the bodega on 5th ? they have great sandwiches and are open 24/7 !
setting her phone down to tug on her coat, eyes glued to the screen.
️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
📲 - Yeah! You really don't have to!
📲 - Hm. Do you know any places nearby? Quite new here.
Simon glances around, before returning his attention BACK to the phone .
𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
📲 : shit
📲 : really you’ll still help me out ? now i’m definitely baking you something.
📲 : i can come pick it up ! should we meet somewhere ?
️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
📲 - I'm sorry. But I think you have the wrong number .
📲 - But I'll go get that drill for you. You don't have to make me anything.
Such. . proper grammar. Simon soon finds a drill. Don't ask why he has one. Eden's a weird place .
𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
📲 : it’s dolly !! you remember me right ?
📲 : yess yes a drill ! can i pretty please borrow it ? i’ll bake you whatever your favorite is :)
don’t worry, she’s so used to it.
️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ
📲 - A drill?
📲 - I should.
📲 - Who is this again?
Ignore his confusion, he's new to this .
𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
&&. @thec0nvict.bsky.social
📲 : hiiiii hehe umm, weird question…
📲 : do you have a drill ?
📲 : doing a little DIY and a screwdriver just isn’t working :(
