⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Danny Foster ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ Party Animals ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ penned by #Andie ⠀⠀ ₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱🀧⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚ #independent, #multiverse, #politicalnerd Endlessly hopeful, slightly clumsy, and trying very hard to do the right thing. ⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ box of pizza like a waiter in training. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ His glasses are crooked, newly pushed up the bridge of his nose when he answers. “Ah, um — thank you!” He blurts, taking the goods, all fingers and thumbs. “What do I owe...?” His palm brushes over the pockets of his pinstripe trousers while one steadies the › ⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ He should have shares in pizza and takeout, nevermind coffee and highlighters alone. Said fluorescent marker is tossed onto the table atop of the paperwork cluttering the surface at the sound of the doorbell. › ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

Cindercreek Ranch || Multi-Muse RP Story-Based Account. Not a Lewd Account. MS|MV. No Drama. Open to SLs and Plotting. Written by #Visceralscribe.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ “Anti-social behaviour order,” he explains. “Graphs and charts — correct. Assess the increase and decrease in crime over days, weeks, months and years.” A pause as he tilts his head, fringe moving from his eye-line. “Very cool.” He enthuses, grinning. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ he cooked dinner — beans and toast. nothing overly substantial or decent, but it fills a hole while listening to the latest manifesto. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ #TOHRP , #DISNEYRP , #MVRP

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ #Andie : revamping my political boy! 🥹 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ @CapDelucaBishop He glances around at the posters pinned to the corkboard in the fire station. His fingers are slotted into the pinstripe trousers as he rocks back and forth. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ “Ah, um — sorry!” He stutters, eyes widening in horror. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ @Mindfracture010 He spins — too sharp, overdue for a meeting. The base of his shoulder bag whirls, marginally missing the unfortunate opponent. Though the takeaway coffee cups in his hands fail to be as fortunate — toppling, liquid draining from the lid. — ⠀⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ “Just a few questions — about the school. Nothing too strenuous.” ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ He flicks the pen. It clicks in sync with his movements while knuckles brace the blank page attached to a clipboard. “Morning.” The glasses are pushed further up bridge of his nose as he clears his throat. — ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ and approaches he’s not entirely familiar with. Anyway, he’s sitting in on a talk — scheduled by the staff for a good five minutes before being left alone with the student, tasked with asking a series of questions. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ @AMiggyboy The wheels are in motion. He is supposed to be visiting the school — assessing the educational system and how that ties in with UK politics. It is, admittedly, a contrast; the US government implementing various skills — ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ “... Do they have figures regarding the incline and decline of ASBOs — youth offender schemes and the latest policies?” ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ His eyes widen. “No fancy tricks. Skateparks exist. Roofs are for protection and not overly ... gravity proof.” He pauses. “Nope — what is it?” A note of intrigue lies in his expression. — ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ “... For the what? Are you weighing sugar now?” He throws a hand up, mildly irritated. “Viral? Oh! No. That ends badly.” ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ “Ah! What — ?” His eyes widen. “No ninja jumping.” He can mentally hear the sirens already along with being reprimanded for taking his eye off the ball. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀