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sweethymns2016-05-22 06:35 pm
formidable) wrote in sweethymns2016-05-22 06:35 pm
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Pictures in the Dark
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[Ah, oblivious men. The type Monts tends to like messing with the most...
She leans forward into his space as if inspecting him although there's a mocking manner about it, given her low hum and all.]
I'm not much of a magic person really...
... You? You're definitely a little off, but not magic either.
She leans forward into his space as if inspecting him although there's a mocking manner about it, given her low hum and all.]
I'm not much of a magic person really...
... You? You're definitely a little off, but not magic either.
[Despite the dryness, Ryan wasn't expecting someone to respond to him. He jumps a little, turning around and facing the golem. He then blinks up with him, as if even further surprised by the blinding prettiness of this guy.
But then his eyes flicker down to that massive ice cream sandwich he has in his hands, a far more important detail.]
Wow, is that just for you or a family of five?
But then his eyes flicker down to that massive ice cream sandwich he has in his hands, a far more important detail.]
Wow, is that just for you or a family of five?
[He furrows a brow.] No, I'm not magic, but I am "a little off".
[Wait, does that make him sound like he's admitting that he's crazy? He mentally backpedals.] What I mean to say is, I'm not just a normal person. And I assumed since you were going on about magic, you might know something about some cafe door around here...?
[Wait, does that make him sound like he's admitting that he's crazy? He mentally backpedals.] What I mean to say is, I'm not just a normal person. And I assumed since you were going on about magic, you might know something about some cafe door around here...?
Mine.
[Oren stares down at the ice cream sandwich. And then with all seriousness, he says...]
Too much sugar. Doesn't have the essence of the flavor advertised. Didn't consider texture of cookie after it's frozen. Volume over control and conciseness. Nothing special.
...
[And with that, the golem takes a large bite and then just. Swallows. No brain freeze or anything, no visible reaction to what had to be a pretty cold bite.]
Can't waste.
[Oren stares down at the ice cream sandwich. And then with all seriousness, he says...]
Too much sugar. Doesn't have the essence of the flavor advertised. Didn't consider texture of cookie after it's frozen. Volume over control and conciseness. Nothing special.
...
[And with that, the golem takes a large bite and then just. Swallows. No brain freeze or anything, no visible reaction to what had to be a pretty cold bite.]
Can't waste.
Make sure you get some really good rest! You deserve it.
[And Iona made sure he worked at peak hours instead of past midnight because...]
After midnight tends to be the time I get really weird customers, just so you know. I didn't want to put you into that sort of situation that abruptly.
[And Iona made sure he worked at peak hours instead of past midnight because...]
After midnight tends to be the time I get really weird customers, just so you know. I didn't want to put you into that sort of situation that abruptly.
[Okay, so firstly, this guy is really weird. He knows his ice cream, though, and Ryan is a little impressed, if not slightly confused. So he's an... ice cream connoisseur? Then again, maybe not just ice cream. He had pointed him in the direction of a food truck that served savory foods, not sweets.
He opens his mouth to make some snappy remark, then closes it, wincing as Oren takes a massive bite of ice cream sandwich. He can feel the brain freeze for him, just watching that.
Except... the stranger barely reacts at all. It was like he was just taking a bite of something as mundane as a slice of bread.]
...Okay, wow again. You're much more courageous than me. Or you're really, really serious about not wasting food. That I can respect.
But you know, if you don't want it...
[He'll gladly take it. You know. Just saying.]
He opens his mouth to make some snappy remark, then closes it, wincing as Oren takes a massive bite of ice cream sandwich. He can feel the brain freeze for him, just watching that.
Except... the stranger barely reacts at all. It was like he was just taking a bite of something as mundane as a slice of bread.]
...Okay, wow again. You're much more courageous than me. Or you're really, really serious about not wasting food. That I can respect.
But you know, if you don't want it...
[He'll gladly take it. You know. Just saying.]
... You don't mind the bite?
[Oren's just asking out of politeness, but then again young men w/ appetites are not to be underestimated. He's been around Berna so long, he tends to let that slip in the back of his mind (of course there was Christopher Oakes, but...)]
[Oren's just asking out of politeness, but then again young men w/ appetites are not to be underestimated. He's been around Berna so long, he tends to let that slip in the back of his mind (of course there was Christopher Oakes, but...)]
I mind that the bite is missing, but there's not much we can do about that now, can we? [He's joking (though it would have been nice to have a complete ice cream sandwich!) and it's a jest that reveals much about his personality recently: food is very, very important to him when he's hungry. More so than most normal people.
He supposes it wouldn't hurt to ask:] You're not sick or anything, right? And as long as I ignore the implied, indirect kiss that comes from eating a stranger's food, then I think I'm good. [How much this actually affects Ryan taking the treat from him is laughably, almost disconcertingly small. On both fronts.]
He supposes it wouldn't hurt to ask:] You're not sick or anything, right? And as long as I ignore the implied, indirect kiss that comes from eating a stranger's food, then I think I'm good. [How much this actually affects Ryan taking the treat from him is laughably, almost disconcertingly small. On both fronts.]
[He refrains from rolling his eyes, lest she call him "rude" again.
Jake can keep his arms crossed all day, okay. He's an expert at standoffish body language.]
Yeah, word of mouth. From my brother. [Which is the problem, actually.] I need to find this Midnight Grind place because I need to talk to the owner.
Jake can keep his arms crossed all day, okay. He's an expert at standoffish body language.]
Yeah, word of mouth. From my brother. [Which is the problem, actually.] I need to find this Midnight Grind place because I need to talk to the owner.
[The witch continues nonplussed by Michael's reaction.]
Not just garlic noodles! They like this fermented drink Oren makes too. They only come every other month or so, but I'm positive they like using my cafe as a war conference room... But you know, don't ask questions... they're from a different dimension altogether.
And then there's that huge bear that comes at the end of the month. He really likes all the fruit pastry items and we tend to have to spend a lot when berries aren't in season. He pays us in honeycombs though! They're really tasty!
[IT'S JUST THOSE SORTS OF WEEKENDS.]
Not just garlic noodles! They like this fermented drink Oren makes too. They only come every other month or so, but I'm positive they like using my cafe as a war conference room... But you know, don't ask questions... they're from a different dimension altogether.
And then there's that huge bear that comes at the end of the month. He really likes all the fruit pastry items and we tend to have to spend a lot when berries aren't in season. He pays us in honeycombs though! They're really tasty!
[IT'S JUST THOSE SORTS OF WEEKENDS.]
[It's times like these that Michael realizes how much of the world he was completely oblivious to. That is, until he met Iona.
He's trying to imagine everything that she says; it's like the spoutings of someone with an overactive imagination, but Michael listens with a sense of... bewilderment and awe.]
...I'm extending my shift. [(He says, as if that's his decision to make.)] I want to be here to see all that. [And it sounds like having an extra pair of hands during the... lizard and bear rush wouldn't be a bad thing to have.]
He's trying to imagine everything that she says; it's like the spoutings of someone with an overactive imagination, but Michael listens with a sense of... bewilderment and awe.]
...I'm extending my shift. [(He says, as if that's his decision to make.)] I want to be here to see all that. [And it sounds like having an extra pair of hands during the... lizard and bear rush wouldn't be a bad thing to have.]
[Oh, awesome, a free ice cream sandwich! Clearly, you are his new best friend, Oren. Ryan takes it, offering a quick "hey, thanks!" and only briefly looks it over before taking a bite. Classic vanilla. Unlike this strange man, Ryan is not an ice cream connoisseur, and he's isn't nearly as critical of it as Oren.
As one might be able to tell, from the way he's nearly inhaling the damn thing. He's partly aware enough to not make himself look like a huge slob, but just barely. Just barely.
Either that, or he realizes that he can't eat as quickly as he wants without suffering from a gigantic brain freeze. Again, unlike a certain someone.
During one of these moments where he forces himself to slow down a little, he looks at Oren, raising a brow.]
Knock on wood, silent stranger. Everyone gets sick every once in awhile; doesn't matter how good your immune system is.
[Unless you're not a.. normal person, the thought briefly flits across his mind. He pauses, realizing that it wouldn't be the first strange thing about this man he's noticed.]
Right...? [He offers, unhelpfully.]
As one might be able to tell, from the way he's nearly inhaling the damn thing. He's partly aware enough to not make himself look like a huge slob, but just barely. Just barely.
Either that, or he realizes that he can't eat as quickly as he wants without suffering from a gigantic brain freeze. Again, unlike a certain someone.
During one of these moments where he forces himself to slow down a little, he looks at Oren, raising a brow.]
Knock on wood, silent stranger. Everyone gets sick every once in awhile; doesn't matter how good your immune system is.
[Unless you're not a.. normal person, the thought briefly flits across his mind. He pauses, realizing that it wouldn't be the first strange thing about this man he's noticed.]
Right...? [He offers, unhelpfully.]
[She works there? Maybe he was more fortunate than he thought. He straightens visibly, with sparked interest.
...An eagerness which he reels in a little, when she says that he's going about this all wrong. Jake wonders if that's true, or if this girl is messing with him. (Something tells him she might be the type, from brief first impressions alone.)]
And let me guess, you're going to tell me how or why that is? Because if you do work there, I figure I've just found my ticket in.
...An eagerness which he reels in a little, when she says that he's going about this all wrong. Jake wonders if that's true, or if this girl is messing with him. (Something tells him she might be the type, from brief first impressions alone.)]
And let me guess, you're going to tell me how or why that is? Because if you do work there, I figure I've just found my ticket in.
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