NYC High School

Mason
 They'd finally reached the stand. Mason scanned  the sign for a moment, deciding what he wanted and glancing at the prices before digging five dollars out of his pocket. "I'd like a Sprite and a hot dog, please. Ketchup and mustard, no mayonnaise, that's disgusting." He handed the lady his money before turning to Em. "That's all I have. Hopefully you can pay for yours yourself."

Margot
"Yeah, I can pay for my own." That's what I was planning on doing anyway. Em found the cash after glancing at the prices. "A soft pretzel and one of those little plastic cup things with nacho cheese in it, please." She passed her money over. A few moments later, the lady gave them their food. Since she was standing there, Em accepted the items, handing Mason's stuff over to him as they were given to her. 

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Mason
 He popped open his Sprite and took a long drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand when he was done. "Wanna go sit down somewhere?"

Margot
"Sure. There's probably a bench or two around here somewhere." Em tore a small piece off her pretzel and dipped it in the cheese before eating it. Both the pretzel and the cheese were still warm, and it tasted pretty good. 

Mason
 Mason nodded, standing up straighter as he scanned the area, attempting to locate a bench or maybe even a table. When that didn't work, he cursed under his breath before stretching up onto his toes to see better (the bane of being short). He finally spotted some over the heads of the people milling about, and dropped back down onto the bottoms of his feet victoriously. "They're over near those oak trees," He motioned in the trees' direction with his chin, "near some other vendors."

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Margot
She glanced in the direction of the trees and nodded, though from here she couldn't see any benches or seats of any sort. "I've been wondering," Em said, tearing a small piece off her pretzel, "why are you in New York City?" He'd talked about going to Virginia, and she didn't see why he would stay here and go to school. 

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Mason
 He began walking, talking as he did so. "I was already here - you know, visiting some friends at Camp and the like. I-... Well, due to some, ah, events and things, the thought of going back to Virginia is still a bit tough, if I'm being honest. So I decided to stay here while I get myself together enough to go back, but I got bored, so I decided to go back to school to occupy my mind. And, you know, see how long it takes me to get suspended. That's always fun."

Margot
"Hm," Em hummed thoughtfully, following him through the flow of people on the walkway. I wonder if something happened with those two people he mentioned earlier. After a few heartbeats, Em turned her gaze away from the faces slipping by and looked up at Mason, still ruminating quietly. 

Mason
 He came to a stop once they reached the array of seating, quietly scanning them as he tried to pick out the best one, completely unaware of the fact that Em's gazed was fixed on him. Mason brushed a few strands of hair out of his face, subconsciously chewing the inside of his cheek as his eyes narrowed in the direction of a picnic table under a huge oak tree. He began walking toward it, vaguely gesturing for Em to follow him.

Margot
Em pulled herself from her thoughts, looking away from Mason and toward the picnic table ahead. When they reached it, she sat down and put her pretzel on the table, the plastic container of nacho cheese next to it. The table was mostly in the shade, and she glanced up at the leaves overhead briefly before tearing yet another piece off her pretzel and eating it. 

Auberon
After a few seconds passed by of Auberon standing there thinking about his pathetic life, he started walking subconsciously again. He probably would've run into a wall if it wasn't for the fact that he knew this particular area very well, which also gave him a sense of false security in a very insecure way. He didn't want to bluntly admit he missed Cora, although he couldn't make out why at all, which made him angry with himself. And surprisingly enough, he didn't walk into the middle of the road when they came to a sidewalk. If he had though, it probably wouldn't matter, considering the road was very quiet for once. He stopped again and looked around curiously.

Mason
 Mase sat down across from her, setting his food and drink down on the table before taking his hotdog out of its little paper tray and taking a bite of it. He stared down at the table as he chewed; his expression started out neutral but ended up shifting into a small smile after a short time. He ended up spluttering out a laugh under his breath; he put a hand over his mouth to stifle it as best he could. He quickly finished chewing the hotdog and swallowed, shifting his gaze up slightly to look at Em. "I was just thinking about how the first time I ever really hung out with one of my friends, we were at a fair, right? And he- he threw a hotdog at this one really popular jock dude from our school, 'cause they hated each other, as jocks and rejects often do, and he didn't have anything else to throw so he threw his hotdog. It was super out of the blue, too. One minute everybody was chill and the next minute Bruce Carden literally just pitched a hotdog at this kid. And that was when I knew I'd found myself a pretty freakin' good friend."

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Margot
She looked up at Mason when he began talking. When he finished she was smiling. "He's one of the two you talked about earlier?"

Mason
 "Yeah." A rather long pause. "I miss him. But," He pulled his arms up into a stretch, shrugging as he did so, "whatcha gonna do, y'know? People move away and move on. It's how life works." Though Em knew a bit about his... situation, he'd grown so used to hiding parts of the truth that he didn't bother making his statement any less vague.

Margot
Em exhaled in the way that it could be classified as a non humorous laugh, though not much sound is made and that which is sounds like a watered down version of "heh." Anyway- Em did that, swinging her feet a little bit under her seat on the bench (she's short okay). "It'd be great if that wasn't the case," she mused, with a subtle bitter edge, as she tore at the diminishing pretzel. At this point it was barely lukewarm, though the nacho cheese could possibly be called hot.

Ezhno (wow he rises from the dead again)
He had fed and watered all the dogs, along with giving them extra pats and short snuggles. His time was up, however, and he needed to return home. He tossed his name tag in the bin, waved goodbye, and left the shelter.

Last edited on 2019-01-20 at 21:40:57 by Oswin