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Post by Kenneth Johnston on Nov 29, 2014 0:54:55 GMT
The day was well into the evening hours, and most were closing shop and heading home for the night. With his room in the flat above the antique store, Ken didn’t even need to head out should he want to ‘head home’. However, it was clear he was headed somewhere upon exiting the shop, locking up, and starting up the street with a bag on his shoulder. Easily turning at the dip in the street and heading down yet another block, the redhead made the short trek down to the beach district with little problem. While he may not have been born in the town, he’d been raised there and knew the streets like his reflection in the mirror, and he knew this route especially. Ken was headed to Connor’s family restaurant.
Kenneth had eaten earlier; he wasn’t there for food though he’d appreciate any offer that could come when he finally finished his walk there. However, Ken had been so busy with work that day that he hadn’t been able to stop in on his friend all day, something that felt rather weird to Ken at least. He already had a few things to talk about stewed up in that space between his ears, but even if they didn’t get addressed that day, Ken would be fine. More than anything, he just wanted to hear how his friend was doing apart from what digital media might have been able to tell him. It was easier to talk face to face.
Clasping the door and pushing inwards, Ken stepped in easily. “Yo yo yo evenin’ yall,” he called easily through the diner, a small classic smirk on his features. The familiarity of the place threatened to break that cool demeanor rather quickly, but he maintained it for a few extra seconds at least.
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Post by Connor Logan on Dec 23, 2014 20:37:39 GMT
Connor practically twirled down the aisles- one plate resting on his hand. It was evening. Sleep tugged at him, telling him to curl up under a table and rest. However he couldn’t do a thing much to his body’s disdain. Night reached from the sky and was trying it’s hardest to cover them as quickly as possible with a blanket of night stars. It was something he and Mina enjoyed- but still didn’t get to spend a lot of time together now. She was supposed to be getting a ‘good’ education- but he still felt miles away from her during certain times. A brief look out the window from red eyes- he almost wished he saw Mina sitting there. He could hear her laugh in his ears- but felt nothing from her ‘gaze’ or her ‘warmth’. It was silly and his not so religious friends thought he was crazy…but a soul was a soul, and he believed that you could miss that presence. Whether it was from mental thoughts or just the act of missing that person, he missed the ‘soul’ of a person most of all. Shaking the serious thoughts out of his head though- Connor grinned and waved with his free hand to those leaving- placing the plate in the small tub to take them back for the dishwasher. Green-red hair perked up and he almost bounced two feet high when he heard a familiar voice. Eyes shined as he turned and waved both hands in the air with the energy of a sugar high five year old. “Kennnn! Kennnn! You’re here!” Squirming in his spot like an antsy puppy his thoughts earlier were swept up with the fact that ‘oh Ken’s here!’ “Where have you been man? I haven’t seen you in a day or two!” Which in Connor’s world it was a lifetime.
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Post by Kenneth Johnston on Jan 9, 2015 1:46:38 GMT
That was it; Ken’s cool demeanor was gone replaced with a cheesy grin as Connor called his name. There wasn’t a need to attempt to be chill around Connor, and thus to Ken and probably to many, Connor was easy to talk to, to be more lively with. It was one of the reasons Ken liked him. Drawing over to the dual haired young man, the single colored red head gave a heavy head dip at the words that came thereafter. “That I am,” he replied throwing out one arm in a briefly supposedly ‘flashy pose’ before relaxing again with ease. “The one and the only.” Unless the gods decided to clone him or something— Ken mentally grimaced and put that thought away. What had he resolved to believe? That these strange creatures were not the Eternal one? Yes. They weren’t gods, and he would keep kicking himself until it stuck. It was just hard when so many referred to them that way.
A half laugh escaped from the redhead as he tried to find a suitable answer to the question before a shrug of shoulders was given. “Been really busy, Gram had me helping out a lot of customers move new purchases. Then work called me in to fill in for a sick waiter last night. Told ‘em they better give me the night off tonight at least,” he explained with a small grin. He might have gone in to work if he felt up to it, but after so many years, Ken knew what he could handle and what he couldn’t. He needed a chance to rest and have fun now and again, and that was where Connor came in. “What’cha been up to?” Ken asked leaning his head to one side and grinning.
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Post by Connor Logan on Jan 14, 2015 3:52:05 GMT
Kenneth – or Ken as Connor typically called him in small hyper fashion was one of Connor’s best friends. He looked completely intimidating to other people but Connor thought of him as an oversized big dog and was really just a sweet adorable lapdog. He tilted his head back in small laughter as Ken struck a pose. He was so funny. The red-green haired boy gave a small laugh. “Well you are awesome- they probably just went to spend some time with you. I would be around you all the time if I could.” With a small grin in response to the others- he tried to figure out the words needed to put in a sentence. Words were important, the happy man thought to himself. “Well mostly just work. Hayden and I are doing some mixing- he keeps telling me I need to do some stuff- but otherwise I’ve been really busy here!” There was no sense of irritation though. “I enjoy it- we’re planning for the big church Christmas dinner, ya know! That means a lot of people are going to be here and Mom and Mina are just swamped in new recipes to try for this year. We all know what happened last year when they made that fruit-stuff. All the old people liked it.” He stuck his tongue out briefly and moved to finish cleaning off the table. “How’s your Grandma doing?” He figured the least he could do was ask- even if he was going to see her soon. He liked Kenneth's grandmother though. Plus anyone related to Ken just had to be as awesome as him after all! “Been really busy at her store too?”
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Post by Kenneth Johnston on Feb 7, 2015 17:45:21 GMT
Ken was, in fact, something of a pit-bull. At first glance, he came off as super intimidating. The structure of his face and eyes were intimidating enough for most people let alone stack the tattoo he’d wished for on top of it. However, under this blazingly cold face was nothing short of gentle warmth. He really was the nanny dog that pits were initially bred to be with a slow to anger heart and a caring disposition. He liked people in general, really, but Connor had a special place in his heart. As the laugh echoed, his features warmed and relaxed. A small laugh echoed in return.
At the words that came in response to his own, Kenneth found himself reaching forwards to ruffle Connor’s hair. Habit induced, the gesture came from friendly intentions. “Maybe I should just take up being a waiter here instead,” he grinned briefly. Truthfully, part of the reason he didn’t was because the place he worked at was also a bar- and he did enjoy bartending when he got the chance. There was something methodical about mixing drinks, and in a way, it was like making his own music. Sure there could be a general pattern, but there was plenty of ways to deviate.
Listening intently as Connor explained what he had been up to, Ken slowly grinned. Hayden was a good kid, just as much as Connor was. Heck, the whole band was pretty great to Ken. Even with his busy schedule, he wouldn’t trade sharing music with them for anything. As the dual haired boy went on, his red haired friend gave a half smile and a nod. “Sounds pretty busy,” he mused watching Connor stick his tongue out briefly. “Maybe you should try it again. Taste-buds change or somthin’ like that,” he half laughed. Ken had no intention of retrying it that year. His eyes were always on the sweeter of desserts. “Are they making that triple chocolate cake thing again?” he asked a bit absently thereafter.
The question of his grandma was asked, Ken gave a nod. “She’s doin’ well though I think the weather’s been makin’ ‘em hurt,” he commented softer than before briefly raising one hands’ worth of knuckles and cracking them slowly as if for effect so much as release. “Been tryin’ to make sure she keeps heat on ‘em.” He paused for a moment before a sheepish look came to his features. “Otherwise she’s as spry as ever. Getting people to buy up some nicer antique furniture for Christmas gifts and such,” he explained.
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Post by Connor Logan on Mar 24, 2015 0:58:37 GMT
Connor grinned a little when Kenneth ruffled his hair. It was a familiar gesture, but one none the less that he loved and cherished. He knew Ken looked really scary to other people- he was pretty sure Hayden almost pissed himself despite looking really scary himself- but he was super nice and super awesome! “Oh that would be awesome!” Connor laughed. “We would just have to get Harper and we could have the whole gang working for one place! Wouldn’t that be so rad? We could be like awesome! You like your other jobs more though!” The green-haired boy smiled. He took no offense to that either, just glad Kenneth enjoyed something he did. He stuck out his tongue further at the idea of trying more of that really weird fruit stuff. It looked disgusting, it tasted disgusting, and he didn’t want any part of it. “Nehhhhhh, I don’t want to touch it. It’s probably even yuckier.” He complained childishly- setting some stuff aside to gesture for Ken to sit down. “And of course! It’s one of our legendary recipes! We strike fear into the hearts and arteries with our triple choco-holic cake!” The Logan boasted proudly. If it was one thing he could tote over the head of the bakeries around here! Their Christmas cakes always drew in everyone. Connor however nodded sympathetically towards Ken’s grandmother’s plight. Red eyes watched him as he cracked his knuckles. The sound made his stomach curl slightly- but he never protested it. However he only laughed at the sheepish look. “I bet! I can’t go into your grandmother’s store without buying something!” Which was true. He had so many little knick-knacks that he got for his mother for Christmas and her birthday just from that store alone. “I bet she’s going to sell out of everything at that rate! How are things going for your job? Having fun there too?” He almost squirmed in his seat as he wanted to drag Hayden out of the kitchen and they could have a friendly meal- but wanted to also spend some time with Ken. Choices!
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