Which way is right, which way is wrong [open]

[Tashe]

He'd been in Boston for what, a whole year now? How was it even possible to still get lost on route to his volunteering gig. Putting his foot down to stop the skateboard, Tobey flipped it up so he could carry it instead. Given his luck it would take about half an hour to get himself back on track. He dug his cellphone out of his pocket, calling his coordinator and giving some reasonable excuse for not being able to make it today. He didn't feel bad on skipping out, he'd been working to socialize this young, feral dog and he honestly felt like he deserved some sort of break. There was only so much you could do at a time. "Well damn." Now what was he supposed to do? After getting back onto the main road that is. None of his Milton buddies were free and going back to his Grandma's wasn't really an option. Stepping aside so a group of people could pass by, Tobey shot a quick text to his Grandma, telling her he'd call when he needed to be picked up.

He could go to Ma's and wait for his friends to be free, since apparently there wasn't anything better to do. So, back up the hill he went, tossing his board on the ground when he got to the top. He found it a much easier way to travel if the streets weren't too crowded, slower than biking but it never took up as much room. As the boy weaved in and out of the flow of people, he thought about the things he needed to do before he crashed tonight. Dinner, dishes, beat that last level of Zelda... maybe five hours in total? Fortunately it was summer which meant he didn't have to add a few more hours of homework on top of it, if Milton was anything it was adamant about their homework. Guess it wasn't a prep school for nothing. "Ugh." Why was he even thinking about school, he should be thinking about the beach or whatever. Though, he had to admit, Boston's Beaches were nothing like the ones back home. Biased? No way.

Jumping a crack Tobey landed, though he swerved between two people at the last minute scaring one of them and startling the other. He called his apologies over his shoulder. Sigh. At least he was almost to Ma's, most of her muffins were to die for. Tobey swore that she put some kind of crack in her pastries, it could be the reason they were so damn addictive. Drifting around the bend with thoughts of pastries on his mind, the boy nearly didn't have time to react. Foot touched ground, skateboard swung in a tight circle, ground rose up to meet ass. "Aw man!" Getting up he dusted his butt off before retrieving his board from next to the store. "Hey, you okay?" Tobey was at least eighty percent sure he hadn't actually connected with the person. "Didn't hit you did I?" Then again there was always that twenty percent chance he might have. Scraped palms were a small price to pay.

[Sabra]

Sabra was in captured in her own deep thoughts, namely if she should make the fool decision of betting at the race track. Tonight was a flat race for the two year olds and with the itch for rent money it was all a very tempting idea. After all, she had worked most of the horses that were racing, who better than her to place bets? If anything she could always flirt up Antonio, shake him down for some insider information.

With her eyes pined to the pavement and her hands stuffed down in her pockets she never saw the teenager flying around the bend, nearly ending up ass over tea cup if not for some handy werewolf reflexes.

She caught the side of a brick building, at the cost of the skin on her palm. As the teenager picked himself off the ground Sabra straightened with a sharp curse, more irritated than hurt. He's polite enough to ask though and for it she tries to keep her tongue in check. "Uh, yeah." She brushes herself off, cursing as she examines the bloody scratches on her palms. "Watch where you're goin' next time, eh?" Sabra doesn't want to sound like some old whipper snapper, bitching at the kid, but she can't help it. No one appreciated almost getting knocked off their feet. "Where ya goin' to put you in such a rush anyhow?"

To his weed dealer? Or whatever it was kids were smoking these days. She cleared her throat, stepping out of the way of another passing civilian. He didn't look like a pothead, but Sabra reserved all judgement until further prosecution.

[Tashe]

"To Ma's. But I'm not so much in a hurry as I didn't pull back on my speed around the corner." He shifted the skateboard so one end was resting on his foot. "You've got some awesome reflexes. Thought for sure I was going to smack into you." He kicked his board up. "Anyway, glad you're okay." In truth, Tobey was. For one, his days without accident counter would drop back to zero, and two, he'd feel pretty guilty about hurting a girl... Woman... lady? A person of the opposite gender. "So yeah. Well, guess I'll be heading off." He started to walk by the woman but paused and swung around, careful not to hit her with his board. "Unless you'd like a coffee? I mean its the least I could do. Oh, I'm Tobey by the way." He grinned. "And I promise this isn't a half baked attempt to hit on you." With a bit of a shrug, Tobey dodged the rest of the way around the woman and happily pulled the door open to Ma's.

The air inside smelled pretty glorious, like it always did, since nothing less could be expected from inside. Holding the door open behind him a little longer (in case she really did want that coffee he had offered), he then wondered in and picked out a table free of other patrons or mounds of books. Propping his skateboard against one of the chairs, Tobey flopped himself down into another before checking the time on his cell. Still too much time and too little to do. Maybe he'd also get a cinnamon roll... with an orange glaze. His mouth watered at just the thought of it. The cafeteria's at his school were pretty awesome, but they just couldn't top something from this place.

[Sabra]

Sabra wondered how many people the kid had knocked into before her and if said stopping abilities were only developed through getting chased down the street or cursed out multiple times. "Thanks," She rubbed the blood off high up on the thigh of her jeans where she could tug her shirt down and hide it if need be. It'd be common enough thought to conceal blood stains on a red shirt, but when it dried the color turned a nasty looking shade of brown, easier to hide on something darker colored.

It looked like he was headed back to 'Ma's' and she stuffed her hands back into her pockets, about to step off the curve when he turned around, mentioning something about free coffee. Maybe it was wrong to mooch off a kid, but hey free was free and she had never been one to turn down another's generosity. "I'm Sabra and it better not be," She grinned toothily, "Pretty brave to almost crack someone's skull open on the pavement and then ask 'em to have coffee."

Thankfully she appreciated such thing as bravery, and having not eaten breakfast made her an easy target for coffee invitations.

The were followed him into the little bakery, wide eyed and inhaling the delectable scents that wafted from behind the counter. It wasn't often that Sabra treated herself to things like chocolate or pastries, much as she loved them. "This really your mom's or is that just a name?" She slid in the chair across from Tobey, still immersed with taking in the cozy atmosphere of the shop. A swiped napkin from another table served in dabbing up the last of the blood and while perhaps not being the most sanitary of measures (as if Sabra ever washed her knife) she used the tip of her blade to pick out the little sandy bits in the scrapes.

If people were staring the southerner couldn't give a damn.

[Tashe]

"As I recall, you didn't even fall over. So, perhaps not as brave as you think." Grinning, he got one of the attentants attention. "Ahaha. No, thats just the name of the shoppe. Though everyone calls the owner here Ma, so I suppose its fitting enough." When the girl arrived, Tobey offered her a smile. "Can I get a mocha and a cinnimon roll?" He waited for her to write it down before continuing. "We'll be on the same order, just so you know." As he waited for Sabra to finish ordering, he quickly checked his unread emails. Finding nothing interesting, he turned his attention back to the women. "Cleaning things out with a knife, pretty gnar." Tobey usually wasn't one to run out of things to say, but seeing as this was a stranger and an older woman, his choices seemed limited.

"So, do you live in Boston or are you visiting? If you don't mind me asking. I live in Dorchester." He'd come to realize that Boston was a pretty huge place. Not perhaps as big as some cities, but certainly unecessarily big. And, although he liked how environmental riding his board and his bike were, he'd secretly be relieved when he got a car in a few years. He wasn't too stoked on the whole learning to drive part though, not in the crazy that was their city. He was going to ask another question when the girl brought them their order. "Can I get a fork? ... Thanks." Pulling his part of the order toward him, he cut a bite of the roll off and popped it into his mouth. "Mmm..."

[Sabra]

When the waiter comes around Sabra flicks her knife shut with a sheepish grin, nods and thanks Tobey at his assurance that he'd pay. "Just a regular coffee, two sugars, one cream?" If it was on his tab than she was going to indulge herself a little. When she had lived with her family Sabra had gone to great lengths to conceal her sweet tooth, as if there had been much milk or sugar to waste on coffee. Tristan always teased her mercilessly, drinking your black coffee being such a sign of manliness.

He wasn't so manly that time she had put him down on his knees in front of his drinking buddies, struggling in the very same headlock he'd taught her not a month before.

"I guess?" She answers, raises a brow to give the boy a once over. "You don't see a whole lotta people carryin' knives in the city?" Less they were about to mug you or something.

"I live here, for the mean time at least." It would take several more years to finish up her Master's degree as well, but there was always hope for moving back down to Kentucky, to home. "What about you?" Sabra resists the urge to call him 'kiddo', and continues on, smiling politely at the waiter when she comes back around with their coffee and his cinnamon roll. "Born and raised right? I bet you know all the best spots 'round here." She stirs her coffee, taps the side with her spoon before taking an experimental sip, eying his desert and trying to keep her stomach from rumbling.

The coffee was good though, very good and worth a little of her time and the skin knocked off her hand.

[Tashe]

"Nah that's not it. You generally don't see people cleaning things out of a cut with one." He offered an accompanying shrug. Hooking the handle on the mug, Tobey pulled his mocha toward him but decided it was still too hot to drink. "Definitely not my homeland." He snorted. "Got stuck with the family tradition. Moved out here from California so I could go to Milton. I'll probably move back to Cali if I get accepted into one of the UC's after I finish Highschool. I want to try and get into Veterinary medicine... at least for now." He tested the mocha with a sip. "Don't get me wrong, Boston is pretty cool, but I'm not much of a snow in the winter kind of guy. Plus, there isn't as much green around here. Its all buildings." He pushed his roll toward her a little. "Want some?" For as young as he was, Tobey prided himself in his ability to observe. It probably came from never really trying to be the focus of anyone else's attention.

"But I've lived here for a few years, so I do know of a few awesome spots. Like here at Ma's. When the Colleges start their new semester, this is like... a hot spot for homework and late night essays." Crossing his legs under the table, he leaned back into his chair with his hands encircling his warm mug. It always seemed that Ma kept the shoppe at the perfect coffee enjoying temperature. "So you're here for school right? What's your major?" Reaching with his fork he cut a piece of roll off before slumping back into his chair, careful not to upset his mocha. Coffee stains were hard to get out and needless to say Tobey did not enjoy the task at all. He was regularly relieved when the maid came and did most of what needed to be done around the house.