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Post by BODIE FORD on Aug 28, 2016 20:24:22 GMT -6
bodie wasn't really one for shopping. so why on earth was he at gordmans?
well, when you're the one hosting your future brother-in-law's bachelor party, you gotta look good. and since bodie wasn't too keen on shopping, his wardrobe was a bit lacking. hence why he was here, creating one big circle that bodie hoped to get over as soon as possible.
and no, he's twenty-nine, he's not just going to wear jeans and a t-shirt. maybe if he was twenty-one and it was a shotgun wedding, but it wasn't. so here he was, in the racks at gordmans, looking through various button-up tops that could match a selection of ties he'd picked out.
too bad he was terrible at matching clothes, both because for a good portion of his life all he wore was the same kind of clothes, every single day (one of the positives about the military was you didn't have to worry about color coordination) and putting different colors together was just...a mystery. maybe he should just start over and pick monochrome black everything. that was classy, right? and no worries about putting together a shade of orange and purple that clashed terribly, or something.
"getting clothes shouldn't be this difficult," he muttered under his breath as he turned his cart around, draping the previously-picked out ties over the side. lost in his thoughts (read: internalized complaints) he wasn't paying attention to where he was going, and his cart rammed into the side of someone else's going down the aisle behind him.
"ah..." he said, an apologetic noise as he looked up. "sorry about that, i wasn't looking where i was going."
ALYSON MONTALBAN (this is bad im sorry) |
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Post by ALYSON MONTALBAN on Aug 30, 2016 0:54:36 GMT -6
 hey, you wanna be my baby (baby baby)
— you're falling into me, you're coming back just like the beginning. alyson was only supposed to be buying what she needed. a blow dryer (hers broke in transport), chopsticks (why didn't he have any??), and tasteful room decor. she hadn't settled anywhere for years, and she preferred it that way. it felt the wrong kind of weird to be personalizing her own room. it felt permanent.
and it felt like when she first adorned her office: all eighteen, fresh-faced, and optimistic. that had definitely not been permanent, despite what young naivety led her to believe. the photos and trinkets were probably still sitting in a dusty box, and at this point she was wishing she brought them along. the memories weren't all bad; hindsight was 20/20.
when aly snapped out of her thoughts she had wheeled far into the clothing section of gordman's. hello calvin harris, this wasn't what she came for. way to be predictable, she silently reprimanded herself.
"ah--hey!" her body rocked along with the cart as the man rammed into her. are you ok? and watch where you're going! were on the tip of her tongue, until a flicker of recognition quieted her into blatant staring.
"oh, you're..." that hot blonde who cleaned my teeth like two weeks ago? seemed inappropriate to say, but his name slipped her mind.
tag(s): BODIE FORD ┉ words: 000 ┉ notes: orange/purple wedding?? |
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CIVILIAN
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Post by BODIE FORD on Sept 1, 2016 20:33:06 GMT -6
in his work, bodie met a lot of people. and usually they were people who only came to the dentist once or twice a year. then again, no one really needed to go to the dentist that often unless their teeth were literally falling out of their head, but he hadn't really come across many of those people either.
but it was easy to see that she recognized him, both in her tone of voice and the look on her face. or, at least bodie thought so. that and he remembered her too, mostly because she had been into the office pretty recently. sure, the military can mess up a lot of things with a person, but one thing that was still pretty sharp was his memory.
"i...remember you," he said, but that didn't sound creepy at all. "from the office, i mean. weren't you in a few weeks ago for your introductory cleaning?"
first-time customers were some of the easiest to remember, he had found out. but the remembrance stopped at a look at the face only; he did see a lot of patients on a daily basis, so names were a bit harder to remember than faces.
"but, ah," he said, clearing his throat a little. "i should've been watching where i was going. are you okay?"
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