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text ⦿ anthony

Anthony: *insert eyeroll emoji*

Anthony: And you think I have all the time in the world, huh? You better be glad I care about you.

Anthony: Is San Amore finally breaking that rough exterior of yours?

Anthony: Might as well. Honestly I'm only going so I can watch you try to be a normal sociable human being. Now that will be entertaining.

[ nat:] Your affection always sounds so much like a threat... this is why we’re friends

[ nat:] My “rough exterior” is perfectly intact, thank you very much

[ nat:] I can be sociable when I want to be, and now I want to give back to my community by showcasing my designer’s eye

[ nat:] It can’t be but so hard. Besides, I’ll get the privilege of proving you wrong once I charm the pants off this town

pvrisrutherford‌:

paris let out a laugh and scrunched her nose hearing the woman mention haggis. “oh god. no!” she exclaimed and clutched at her chest. “the last time i had haggis i was with my mates and it was on a dare. probably the worst two seconds of my life.” she said and nearly gagged thinking about the awful food again. paris rolled her eyes again and sat quietly for a moment as nat assessed her, wasn’t that what therapists were for? “oh c’mon. if i needed dr. nathalie i would have said so?” she asked, raising a brow. “i don’t wanna talk about it, it’s stupid and childish and i’ll get over it i’m sure. so stop assessing me and try one of these!” she said as her order was brought out and paris ordered herself some boneless wings. “they’re to die for.” another distraction, right?

“I’ve met one person who genuinely likes the stuff. I don’t think I’ve spoken to them since,” Nathalie smirked. Overreactions over inconsequential things happened to be her strong point. Finished with her inspection, she raised her hands in mock surrender. ”Okay, okay, I won’t prod.” And she wouldn’t. She had more than enough thoughts and musings that she’d rather not bring to light. Taking one of the offered wings, she eyeballed it for a moment, “Are you going to hate me if I tell you I’ve never had one?” Nat took a tentative bite, expression falling blank. “These… are incredible. Help yourself to all of my fries.”

“Right, so summer flowers,” Nathalie chewed on the end of her pen, brow furrowed in light concentration. Her coffee sat largely untouched, condensation creeping down the glass as the ice melted. A true testament to her focus. “Sunflowers, lavender, peonies, dahlias... am I missing anything?” Green eyes flicked up to her partner. Catie was her planning guru, so to speak, and the brunette nearly heaved a sigh of relief when she agreed to meet at Coffee With Love. She could source the decorations and had already set that process in motion, but she needed someone to give her cues on what was and wasn’t considered appropriate for a block party. Vibrant colors and celebrations were not her strong point, if her own ensemble of deep navies and black leather was any indication. “Do you know how to make leis? I was thinking ropes of flower garland could be nice stretched across the street.” @caaatiemttws​

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“oh, yeah no. i think i’m good. probably should have gotten fried pickles though, i hear they’re good. but i can’t imagine how a fried pickle is actually good.” paris replied and snorted softly. though as nathalie mentioned setting her up, paris rolled her eyes and laughed. “i’ll just give her a big tip and leave my number on the receipt.” she replied and laughed softly. she grabbed her soda that had been brought to her moments ago and took a long sip before knitting her brows in nathalie’s direction. “why do you think i’ve got something else on my mind?”

Nathalie nearly gagged at the idea. “Fried pickles… there are some things about America I don’t think I’ll ever get used to. Honestly, I’d take haggis over that bollocks,” she noted around a chuckle. “Classy. Just hope she doesn’t spill anything on it.” Hearing Paris’s question, she gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s cute—“ another glance over her shoulder confirmed as much, “But you do realize that a large part of my job is figuring out when people are lying, yes? Sure she’s a distraction, she’s just not enough of one to have you staring off into space for five minutes.” Nat sipped from her coffee easily, waiting for Paris to protest her assessment.

text ⦿ anthony

Anthony: Still intact, huh? Darn and I was starting to have hope.

Anthony: Designer's eye...jesus Nat. Have you actually ever been to a block party? It's nothing like the stuffy events I host at the gallery. No need to get all fancy and posh on the neighborhood. We're going to relax, listen to music, get to know the neighbors.

Anthony: There's going go be tank tops, flips flops, water balloons...CHILDREN.

Anthony: Lets see how charming you are when a ten year old sprays you with a water gun.

[ nat:] Ha. Ha.

[ nat:] So what if I haven’t, it’s a party isn’t it? Parties need decorations and creativity, attention to detail — it'll be fine

[ nat:] I... will be making a note to see about banning water weaponry. Or, at the very least, setting up a battleground far, far away from the flower crowns. The petals are so delicate.

[ nat:] I know, I'll just sic them on you. The little monster with the most hits to Mr. Tony wins a sack of candy. You might want to swap out those flip-flops for a pair of runners

caaatiemttws​:

Catie was actually very excited to be on the decorating committee this year at the block party. Especially since it was her first block party in 10 years. Her mother always contributed when she was younger so it was so much fun to actually be a part of it now as an adult. She was very excited to be working with Nathalie. She never had an older sister figure and she had hopes that maybe this event would bring them close. Especially since she admired Nathalie’s career. If she wasn’t an artist/taxidermist maybe she would have used her degree in Biology to actually be a doctor. She sipped on her coffee and grabbed out her Ipad so she could doodle ideas as they came up with them. “Don’t forget daisies!” she added. “I do know how to make leis! It’s not that hard. We just need needles, thread, and lots of flowers. Think of it as sewing flowers together.” A light bulb then went off in Catie’s head, “since we’re doing leis– should we do a beach theme?” she asked. 

Has Nathalie ever been to a block party? No. Has she ever had an interest in them? Also no. But she was determined to throw a great one, and her determination was the unstoppable kind. It helped that her partner seemed happy to be participating, that energy was sure to speed up the process. With a nod, she scrawled ‘daisies’ onto her list. The florist was either going to love or hate her when she placed her behemoth order. “When you put it like that, I should be able to get a handle on it,” she hummed, offering a smile as she finally took a sip from her coffee. “Fun, quintessentially summer... beach theme it is.” Returning to her notepad, she wrote their theme in comically-large letters along with everything that came to mind with beaches. Surely she could find a couple of palm trees somewhere. “What made you go into art?” she asked while she wrote, glancing up a little, “If you don’t mind my asking.”

Hôtel de Monaco, 75007 Paris, France

On her list of chores for her day off, Nathalie hadn’t expected opening the door to a police officer to be one of them. Her arms were splattered with flour from her latest attempt at baking, and she could only imagine the state of her hair. Still, the brunette did her best to appear presentable, smoothing down her shirt as listened. “I’m sorry to inconvenience you with something stupid like this, officer,” she sighed, leaning against the doorframe. “You see, Mrs. Duncan and I have an... interesting relationship. She keeps cats, who often end up in my garden.” Nat nodded to the sad plot of dirt, only a single tomato vine crawling from the soil. She never claimed to have a green thumb. “So, my dog, Fionn, takes it as his job to bark at them through the window. Apparently, his barking spikes their ‘anxiety’.” As if knowing that they were talking about him, the whippet came to stand at her side. “I have to give it to her, though, I didn’t think she was ballsy enough to call the police over it.”

josephine stepped out of her police marked vehicle, not that she didn’t have enough work piled on, she was now taking calls from dispatch whilst on break, huffing and mumbling some grumpy nonsense. she started to roll up the path towards a house, she’d been dispatched to check out a noise complaint at this address, yet there was no blaring music or loud yelling. the brunette composed herself, knocked on the door whilst clearing her throat. “ hey, so what’s going on? there was a noise complaint at this address.  — were you being too loud? or is your neighbor a bit hysterical? since i’ve gotten seven calls in the last 15 minutes from them to this address. ”