Talk to liv and Avery?
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Peppermintswitz
10.06.2021 03:09
LinkVon is cutely calling Avery better then lib
BlairR0s3[OP]
10.06.2021 03:10
Link😡
Peppermintswitz
10.06.2021 03:11
LinkTehe
BlairR0s3[OP]
10.06.2021 03:11
LinkBut I will admit it’s true
What if he was standing right behind them just as she said that-
He’d just play dumb since he can’t bring himself to kill Olivia
*Makarov was just walking around town while holding an umbrella to block out the sun, he had been in a pretty good mood since the run in with his new friend. He watched people walk by with a calm sigh before glancing at the two women that looked familiar to him*
Friend 😭😭😭omg this guy I- I love ❤️❤️💝💖💖💝💕💖)
The two seemed to be speaking quietly about something serious, olivia’s arms were crossed and she frowned in disbelief as she listened to the red head ramble on, the two women were dressed nicely, Olivia in her usual sweater and skirt and the other woman in a nice dress shirt and skirt, the woman had the same distinct hair that Avery had, thee was no mistaking it/
(Call now and Stop Avery abuse- 💀)
Makarov: *he stopped in his tracks, having a closer look at the hair. His grin grew wider until- noticing Olivia- and what were they talking about? It was worrying since it looked sort of serious. He raised a brow and began walking over* hey.. *his grip tightened on the umbrella, still smiling a bit* hey Olivia-
Lmao)
The woman stiffened immediately and she turned around to see where the voice had come frim, she felt her heart drop to her stomach and her face began to pale at the sight of him, god had she ****ed up this tiem. Olivia’s eyes seemed ten up a bit when she saw the man and she chuckled softly, turning to him with a big smile. ‘Makarov! Hey!"
Makarov: *once he got closer to them he continued talking with a smile, definitely not the same one Avery had seen before* what are you up to? *he only briefly glanced at Avery before looking back at her*
Makarov: just on a stroll- *he shrugged, averting his gaze* maybe even buy some new hair ties- Jaxon stole them all.and I’m kinda on my last one. *he finally admitted with a huff*
Makarov: Would you two have the time? *he rubbed the back of his neck with one of his hands, it would be nice to spend time with Olivia anyway since it had been a while*
Makarov: *he leaned in toward Avery pretending to try and make out her features* I feel like I have but I can’t be too sure. *he stroked his chin with a small smile* she looks pretty important though-
Makarov: *it was tempting to call her by her nickname but he suppressed that urge and shook her hand, smiling wider. He had a pretty firm grip* Ms. Sabir, huh? I’m Makarov Narvana. It’s a real pleasure to meet you.
She nodded slowly with a shaky sigh as she looked down at his hand, she physically had to keep herself from jerking away in fear and nodded, lightly clearing her throat as she gently tugged her hand away.’ You and, Olivia must be close, huh. You seem so... relaxed, around her.: she averted her eyes.
Olivia smiled happily as she watched her two closest friends talk.
Makarov: well yeah I suppose- she’s the only friend I got, and I Wouldn’t- want that to change. *Especially not now, he had remembered how he was told she stuck up for him, Makarov wouldn’t want to make her regret it* I hope we become really good friends too- not that you’ll ever take Liv’s place of course. *he grinned, he was never really good at talking to new people without the unnecessary comments especially when trying to be nice*
She sighed softly and nodded off, the weird thing she found about this is that it sounded like he was being genuine, she wasn’t sure to be relieved or suspicious. She gently moved her hair behind her ear and smiled softly as she moved to walk beside liv. "Shall we go then-?”
Makarov: ah, yeah- *he cleared his throat, turning on his heels and walked into the direction of the store* it shouldn’t be too far-
Makarov: *he raised a brow, slowly swirling the umbrella while in thought* forks? I don’t- think so? I don’t really own any. Why?
Makarov: is that so..? *he chuckled, brightly smiling. Behind that smile was great disappointment maybe even anger, he turned to Avery with an innocent act* sounds interesting- you sure you saw me Ms. Sabir?
Makarov: it’s- it’s alright- *he huffed trying not to stare at her face to much especially since they were with someone else, this girl was gonna blow his cover-*
Makarov: *out of all the people to tell this to it had to be-* Ah, Liv- I’m sorry for making this awkward-
Makarov: I guess that could explain it. *he shrugged, lowering his umbrella. He slightly blushed while rubbing the back of his neck, he coughed before murmuring a joke* though my imagination’s pretty wild too if I’m being honest-
Makarov: what, like the boogeyman? *he raised a brow slightly smiling as he was closing the umbrella*
Makarov: *he chuckled, gently patting her head* hm..how about the monster under your bed? He could be just waiting to meet you.
Makarov: *he hated when she bought up the tentacles, especially around another person with them. He rolled his eyes, a grayish tint appeared on his cheeks* do you really want to see those tentacles again?
Makarov: you’d think otherwise if you seen what they can do- *he cleared his throat, letting his umbrella rest on his shoulder as he held the end of it*
Makarov: sure princess. *he managed to crack a smile, he wondered how she long she was going to stay by his side like this. It would only be a matter of time before she found out the truth. Before they knew it They finally arrive to the store where he usually got his hair supplies* this is the place- *Makarov had opened the door for the women with a grin*
Makarov: *he glanced down at Avery as he walked in behind her then Walked over to Olivia* how bout we do some shopping for you while we’re in here too?
Makarov: if you say so- *he began walking further into the store, picking up a basket as he went pass a few and glanced briefly back at the woman before continuing deeper into the building* What about you Avery? You good back there?
Makarov: *he slowly nodded and turned to a shelf, looking at different hair ties*