[open] bright as the day fresh as the moon and stale as the hay

[iustitiae]

i - @ the supermarket
at your favorite tesco (but probably in city of london or enfield), at any time during the month

[look, everyone's gotta shop for groceries. connor's lists have gotten undeniably weirder in the last few months, offering to pick up things for his witch friends ("friends" - friend, in the singular, that's soeki) while here's there. most of this stuff honestly feels like a joke (candles and sage and he's honestly wondering if they're going for eye of newt and toe of frog next), but connor's a good friend and if he's going to be at tesco anyway he can pick up stuff for his buddy.

along with, you know, the usual - good looking produce, the atlantic, condoms, new lightbulb for the broken fixture, cold cereal, pasta, eggs. if you need help reaching something on a shelf, just want random commentary on your life choices, or happen to recognize connor from somewhere (his tinder account? maybe you already know him? the possibilities are endless) this prompt is for you.]

ii - @ the courthouse
city of london, towards the end of the business day.

Shit --

[this is connor, running through a crowd like an asshole, trying not to bump into anyone (but offering "sorry!" if he does, i mean he's not devoid of manners). he's carrying a briefcase with a brief from his boss/professor in it, one that the deadline is approaching, in about thirty minutes, says a quick look at his watch. according to her it was their fault the brief was running so late and despite the wonderful world of the internet, this particular magistrate believed in hard copies, thank you so they'd drawn straws and connor had lost. "good luck with rush hour foot traffic!" yeah, thanks.

he manages to compose himself enough that when he hands the papers off to the clerk (with five minutes to spare!) he doesn't look like a total wreck. mission thusly accomplished has a minute to take a break, relived that he managed to not screw this up and get in her bad graces.

another day, another crisis, right?]

iii - wildcard
[you probably know how this one works! if you want a specific prompt by me let me know that, too.]

Comments

[catphishing]

[Tempting, but Connor's not quite there yet. He remembers where that got him last time.]

You remember I already agreed, right? You don't need to resort to flattery.

[iustitiae]

Maybe I'm just providing further incentive.

[catphishing]

You don't have to. Tonight would have been really boring if you hadn't asked me to help you.

[And boy does he sound lame when he puts it like that.]

Which is probably a sign I need to find better hobbies.

[iustitiae]

You could take up knitting.

[catphishing]

Right. Knitting. That would make me seem really exciting.

[iustitiae]

Goes right along with Thorn Birds.

[catphishing]

Shut up, I told you you couldn't make fun of that.

[He's laughing though. Even if he does look very much like he might want to throw something at him.]

[iustitiae]

I'm not! I'm just suggesting appropriate hobbies that complement it.

[so yeah he's totally making fun of it. but can you blame him? oliver looks cute when he laughs.]

[catphishing]

So basically you're making fun of me instead? I don't remember saying you could do that either.

[It would probably be more convincing if he made at least a token attempt to look offended instead of biting his lip against laughing.]

[iustitiae]

Let me make it up to you, then.

[you know]

[catphishing]

[He falters, fork frozen part way to his mouth. At one time that might have made him stop eating for very doesn't reasons, but much as he might miss those times... Connor hurt him. He's an idiot to be as tempted to fall for that line as he is.]

Connor...

[iustitiae]

It doesn't have to be like that.

[i mean he absolutely meant that, but he'll give oliver the out.]

[catphishing]

It's not that I don't want it to be like that.

[He's so stupid.]

[iustitiae]

No, I get it.

[he's just gonna eat his food.]

We have good food anyway. And lots of work to do.

[catphishing]

A lawyer's work is never done?

[His smile is terse as he resumes eating, but he's trying. Which would be easier if he could either commit to taking a chance on Connor again or just admit he's too scared to open himself up to him again and get over him. He hates how conflicted he is.]

[iustitiae]

Right - lawyers and superheroes, always bringing justice.

[catphishing]

Yeah, I'm not sure you get to be on the same level as superheroes.

[iustitiae]

Keeping the peace, defending the meek.

[he literally doesn't feel this at all thats why its such a great joke]

[catphishing]

Oh, do you? I missed that. Are you still waiting for that to come up in class, or do you wait until I stop looking so you can protect your lawyerly reputation?

[He nudges him with his foot under the table, because that is absolutely not the reason Connor's studying law.]

[iustitiae]

[it's for that sweet cash money, you got him.]

That you would insinuate anything else offends me, truly.

[he's laughing though, both about the nudge and what they're talking about. it's kind of nice, joking around like this.]

[catphishing]

And after all the effort you put into buying me take out.

[iustitiae]

Hey, this is great take out.

[catphishing]

It's pretty good.

[Actually, probably one of the better Indians he's had in a while, but admitting it now would ruin his fun.]

[iustitiae]

Only pretty good, huh?

[wow he worked not very hard to get this]

[catphishing]

[He shrugs, though he's still eating, so at least the 'pretty good' must hold true.]

I'd probably order from them again.

[No, he's definitely going to.]