Malachite had come to love storms. Knowing that he had a roof over his head again helped with that. The early years were terrifying when a summer or winter storm blew in as he huddled in a corner of some alley, parking garage, or building he had snuck into via a broken window. It was amazing what some security in life could do. Maybe that was why he liked walking around when the air was charged with an impending storm now. He knew he could be safe, even if he got caught in the rain, he would have somewhere to return to dry off and warm up.
So he wasn’t hurrying as he wandered through the park, using it as a shortcut to get from where he had been trying to push some bags of V while scouting for new play toys for Indulge and actually heading down to the club. He wasn’t expected until later that night to give any updates and gossip he had picked up so Malachite was enjoying some free time. He was debating where he should get food and wishing he had grabbed a slushie or something from the corner store he’d passed a few minutes ago when he saw a familiar pink head not too far away.
Smiling, Malachite meandered over to the swings and wrinkled his nose when he saw the ice cream CJ was holding. “Really, Jade? You ruined another one with mango? We gotta work on your taste,” her taste in a lot of things, like men and getting a stable job. But he wasn’t going to bring up the openings at Indulge again, not really feeling up to the usual arguments. Instead, he sat in the swing to her left, hands gripping the chain as he leaned back enough to bring his feet in the air for a moment before sitting back up right.
So he wasn’t hurrying as he wandered through the park, using it as a shortcut to get from where he had been trying to push some bags of V while scouting for new play toys for Indulge and actually heading down to the club. He wasn’t expected until later that night to give any updates and gossip he had picked up so Malachite was enjoying some free time. He was debating where he should get food and wishing he had grabbed a slushie or something from the corner store he’d passed a few minutes ago when he saw a familiar pink head not too far away.
Smiling, Malachite meandered over to the swings and wrinkled his nose when he saw the ice cream CJ was holding. “Really, Jade? You ruined another one with mango? We gotta work on your taste,” her taste in a lot of things, like men and getting a stable job. But he wasn’t going to bring up the openings at Indulge again, not really feeling up to the usual arguments. Instead, he sat in the swing to her left, hands gripping the chain as he leaned back enough to bring his feet in the air for a moment before sitting back up right.
