Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda

[Enzo]

Enzo decided a night-time run would be good to clear his head, so he immediately got dressed. He needed to get his mind off Alice. He needed to vent some of his frustration about the situation and one of the best ways to do that was to run.

Wind in your face, sweet sweet release. Wearing a pair of black snap-away's and a wifebeater, his black running shoes hit the ground at a casual pace. He contemplated running the rooftops, but decided against it for now, maybe later in the night, when less people were out and about. It was only sunset afterall.

[Dusan]

Juno had decided to spend some time repotting one of the studio's plants and was sitting outside her studio with an Asian-motif shrub pot and a large bag of potting soil. Her charge, however....was odd looking in that it looked like a small lemon bush but the fruits had a definite Lovecraftian appearance in that they were pale yellow and appeared to have split and formed stubby "fingers" or tentacles. The manticoress found that the plant, nicknamed "Audrey" by the studio staff, fascinated her. In fact, she was disappointed to learn on her own that it was in no way related to some of what populated the Hedge. A pity, really, in that she wasn't going to have a ready supply of Goblin Fruit all to herself and the plant was but a normal Buddha's Hand citron.

This is Juno's Plant

As she worked, she hummed softly with contentment; her tail curling as she took in the faint lemony scent of the plant. The Manticoress was actually enjoying herself as she attended to the small bush -- in a few minutes the transfer would be complete and she could lug it back inside the studio and its place of honor in the waiting area.

[DrDog]

Enzo hears the pattering of soft feet, keeping pace with him as he runs, even though there is no one else in sight. He has the wisdom, or the misfortune, to look up at just the right time to see Al-Adin leaping from the roof next to him, eclipsing the moon for a brief moment. "Enzo!" Al-Adin calls out, before landing not 3 inches away from his friend.

[Enzo]

Enzo jumped back slightly, taken off guard by Al-Adin, but he couldn't supress a laugh as he clapped his friend on the shoulder. "Al, my brother from another mother!" He says, smiling.

"What're you up to monkey-man? I'm looking to have some fun, been a long week, kinda heartbroken. I could use some fun." He says, a miscievious smile on his face. If there was anything he could say about Al-adin, the guy knew how to have fun.

[Dusan]

After a bit of adjustment here and addition of soil there, Juno rocked back onto her heels and admired her work. 'Audrey" would be good for another few years.

Taking care to not jar the plant too much, she moved it into the shop and back in its familiar spot -- she would have to watch it for a few days in case it went into transplant shock -- but other than that the weird shrub seemed to be all right. The soil was packed enough for support, yet porous enough for water and a good dose of MiracleGro food to help it settle in. Once she was done, she stepped back outside to gather her supplies. It was time to wash up and go home.

[DrDog]

"Well, we could go running. Running is always fun." Al-Adin beams at Enzo.

[Enzo]

"Running does sound fun." Enzo says, and then immediately takes off down the sidewalk.

"Last one to McDonalds has to kiss Alice!!!" Enzo yells back to his buddy as he continues running. I'm so losing... Enzo thinks with a smile. Theres no way Al would want to lose, with those rules.

[Al-Adin]

Al-Adin stares at the retreating form of his friend, had he just been challenged? Indeed, he had. Well, then there was only one thing to do.
And very very quickly, Enzo is staring at Al-Adin's legs as they blur across the streets, he leaps and bounds over small obstacles as he zooms forward to the golden arches.
"Hurry Up!" He calls back to Enzo.

[Dusan]

Having cleaned up both her workspace and herself -- though she certainly wished she could be more thorough but that would have to wait until she got home -- Juno packed up her things and began to walk towards her apartment.

She was wearing a worn shirt beneath a dark grey hoodie and a pair of jeans with the knees just beginning to give out. With the flap up on her jacket, she looked like any other anonymous person making their way along the sidewalk.

Her hands were tucked into the hoodie's pockets and she found herself looking around in a somewhat wary fashion as she walked.

[Donan]

Erica wanders blissfully along the street in the direction Enzo and Al-adin are coming from, humming cheerfully to herself, and happily unaware of what she'd likely missed in her temporary disconnect from the Freehold.