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fandomtownies2019-08-29 01:23 pm
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomtownies2019-08-29 01:23 pm
The Park; Thursday Afternoon [08/29].
Rosa had been on this island long enough (aka too damn long) to really, really appreciate these particular weeks, those moments right before the start of a new semester. Almost without exception, things were exceptionally quiet in those few days before the welcome picnic, as everyone just sort of took a breath before diving into the whirlwind of a big change. Of course, after this summer, it was hard to think that next week could hold anything that would throw any of them off now, but that wasn't going to stop Rosa from just enjoying it a little.
A little.
She didn't need anyone thinking she might actually like something about this place.
But the few days before a welcome picnic were perfect for just enjoying the island being a little on the quiet side, for taking her dog for a walk, maybe even sitting on a park bench with a cup of coffee from the Perk to watch Arlo 2 continue to fail at knowing how ducks (and sometimes her own legs) worked.
It was actually kind of nice.
Until she went and took that first sip of her coffee...and promptly spit it back out.
"What the crap? I said black coffee. Black! Regular. Black. Coffee. Those sons of bitches..."
Well. She hoped the ground enjoyed pumpkin spice, because there was no way Rosa was drinking that.
[[ save me from work. although now that I've posted this, I'm gonna get slammed, just watch. BUT IT'S OPEN! ]]
A little.
She didn't need anyone thinking she might actually like something about this place.
But the few days before a welcome picnic were perfect for just enjoying the island being a little on the quiet side, for taking her dog for a walk, maybe even sitting on a park bench with a cup of coffee from the Perk to watch Arlo 2 continue to fail at knowing how ducks (and sometimes her own legs) worked.
It was actually kind of nice.
Until she went and took that first sip of her coffee...and promptly spit it back out.
"What the crap? I said black coffee. Black! Regular. Black. Coffee. Those sons of bitches..."
Well. She hoped the ground enjoyed pumpkin spice, because there was no way Rosa was drinking that.
[[ save me from work. although now that I've posted this, I'm gonna get slammed, just watch. BUT IT'S OPEN! ]]