somebody to love — open .

[GREENIE.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]With the only known functioning mill in the area, bread was a common consumable made in Northstar District. Despite this, Green hadn’t a clue how bread was made until his mother-in-law would teach him one afternoon. Brows knitted together and a smile lingering on his lips, Green watched as Tamara kneaded bread in the bakery in the center of the District. It was the only place with a suitable enough woodfire oven for baking, and the bakery felt toasty as embers glowed hot in the oven.

❝ How long do you do this for? ❞ Arlo quietly asked as he sat upon a tall seat, tall enough for him to be able to see over the counter. Tamara glanced over at him whilst she worked the dough, replying with a gentle smile, ❝ Around five minutes. You want the dough all soft and stretchy. ❞ With rounded lips, Arlo made a small sound of acknowledgement as he watched, shifting in his seat before reaching over to gently poke at the dough. ❝ You can get started on the batch over there. ❞ Tamara nodded over towards the other bowls of dough that had been left several hours to rise and ferment. 

Arlo was quick to get to work, messily joining in with kneading a batch of bread, Green wandering over to his side before taking a dash of leftover flour and swiping it across Arlo’s cheek. ❝ Hey! ❞ Arlo whined quietly, scrunching his nose up as he glared at Green before beginning to giggle and push Green’s hand away. ❝ What? ❞ Green asked with a grin, trying to conceal his laughter with one or two quiet huffs. Arlo pinched a small piece of the dough off, pushing it towards Green before he tried to suppress his laughter, himself. ❝ Eat it. ❞ He mumbled softly, Green pulling his head away with a feigned grimace before Arlo lowered his arm, snickering at Green’s theatrical expressions.

With an amused smile, Green lifted his head to glance at Tamara, the older woman looking back as she slowly shook her head, a pleased smile on her lips. At this moment, Green felt overjoyed. It felt as if he finally had a family, one which he would not only end up losing in the same way as his last two notions of a family.

[mickey]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: black"]

— the center of the district always had a faint, gentle aroma coming from its bakery. people were often busy at work trying to make an assortment of food for everyone in the district to eat. with people from flintlock staying around the district as a sort of sanctuary, and the district still taking a big hit from the raided supplies, there was an increased demand in making anything that they possibly could. still, as he walked past the bakery as he almost always did, he glanced briefly in to see arlo, green, and tamara inside.

he paused before eventually making his way in, looking over the scene with observant eyes. tamara looked more at ease than he’d seen her in a while; a smile sat on her lips as she worked the dough, thoughtful eyes gleaming warmly. arlo with flour on his cheek, too focused on kneading the bread to want to swipe it off. and green, looking overjoyed to be there with them. he couldn’t help but soften up a bit as he made his way over. “hey,” he greeted them, taking the chance to look around at the bowls of dough waiting to be kneaded. ”so you’re all learning how to make bread?” arlo gave an enthusiastic nod, tamara humming a short note.

“well, i’m trying to teach them. we’ll have to wait and see the end-result.” she looked over towards mickey, smiling before glancing towards the other two, “but i’d say so far, so good.” she nodded towards green and arlo as she mused, “these two will be professional bakers by the time i’m through with them.”
mick raised a brow, humming, “is that so?” for that moment, he felt grateful. grateful to have all the people he cared about all in one place.

[spoiler=tags ― updated 08/31.][size=8pt]◜BASICS ┊ BURIED MY HEART IN A HOLE IN THE GROUND ◞
‣  ❝ mickey serge ❞ | mick, serge | male [he/him] .
‣ 33 years old . | may fifth; taurus.
‣  currently the prodigy of northstar district
‣  currently co-founder/co-head of st. peter’s clinic in the district alongside lucerne nouvel.

◜PERSONALITY: ISFJ ┊ THERE WAS NO ONE AROUND ◞
‣  aloof . ambitious . blunt . distant . driven . hard-working . passionate . humble . reserved . introverted . intelligent . level-headed . trustworthy . honest . caring . quiet . gentlemanly . kind . pessimistic . unreadable . stoic . withdrawn .
↳ lover of tea and cigarettes
↳ struggles with ptsd symptoms
↳ recovering alcoholic (almost one year sober)

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ BURIED MY GUILT IN A PIT IN THE SOUND ◞
‣ six foot one & one hundred and sixty seven pounds ; reference .
↳ dark brown hair kept very short on the sides and neat
↳ skinny with slight muscle tone
↳ deep blue eyes , often stoic , emotionless

◜ FAMILY ┊ I TRIED AND I TRIED AND I WAS NEVER THE SAME ◞
‣  david serge x tamara serge | father deceased . mother’s whereabouts unknown
‣ only child
‣ currently claims guardianship of arlo - doesn’t consider himself arlo’s parent

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ I'LL BREAK UP THE CHAIN ◞
‣  homosexual ; monogamous | a hopeless romantic .
‣ ex-fiance to elinor rose
↳ engagement fell apart after coming to terms with mick’s sexuality .
‣  ex-lover to edmund stirling-moray
↳ the first guy he had ever been with . helped him become comfortable with his sexuality before coming out of the closet.
‣ current boyfriend of vernon green
↳ currently live together . inseparable .

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ I'M FOREVER CHANGED ◞
‣  [ 9/10 ] physically  |  [ 8/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ very difficult ] | difficulty w/ melees [ difficult ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ difficult ]
‣ [member=1512]elysian.[/member] | dm for any major plots .
‣  friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .[/size][/spoiler]