For Shay: Backstory!

[feelingflavours]

Fey Hazard has a concert rehearsal.

Iris is early. It's a thing.

The guy down the hall is thinking things about his wife that she really, really wishes he'd wait until he got home for. At least, she hopes it's his wife. There was a wedding band, but you never know. She makes a face and chews gum, trying to get the taste of somebody else's private

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[not_a_dragon]

Shay is also early! He he's sitting on the edge of the stage, swinging his legs back and forth as he gnaws on a lollypop.

"Heya."

[feelingflavours]

"Hi, Shay."

Iris smiles and waves as she drops her purse on the edge of the stage and heads for the drum kit, digging a second stick of gum out of her pocket. Unfortunately, the public bathroom to which the man has taken his private life is in range of the stage. Oh well. She'll deal. A headtilt and an absent nibble of her lip - wonder what Shay wants today?

[not_a_dragon]

Shay is a jumble of wants. He wants chocolate, and pillows and cuddles and just about everything else, ever. So surely that intense, tightly focused undercurrent of a desire for world domination isn't that obvious.

"You're early."

[feelingflavours]

Oh, Shay. Chocolate and pillows and cuddles, indeed. It's easy to concentrate on the refreshing innocence of it all and miss out on the subtleties, especially while chewing gum and focusing on not tasting anything from down that damn hall.

"So are you," she points out, with Great Logic.

And doesn't give a pointed glance to the elaborate synthesizer in the corner. She doesn't need to. It's not like he's ever early.