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Who: Gilbert Nightray & open!
When: All day on the 7th
Where: Funtom Bakery
Summary: Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and a neutral business is doing their part to make sure that people enjoy the most important part of the holiday: THE PIES. Come get a free pie.
Warnings: Warning for cavities. No really, brush your teeth after eating, kids.

This is Gilbert's third time witnessing this modern holiday in Siren's Port. It's a different sort of tradition than his own world's celebration of welcoming in the harvest with a large feast, but then, there's nothing in this world that mirrors his own when it comes to holiday and tradition. Still, he and Funtom are doing their part to promote charity and goodwill by offering a free pumpkin pie ('One per customer, please!' proclaims a sign on the counter with a childish sketch of a happy black rabbit sitting in a teacup.) to complete your meal tomorrow evening!

Come in and get your free pie, sit down and enjoy tea and pastries, or just come in to bother the baker as he moves from the kitchen to the front counter to help pass them out.

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He's honestly not entirely sure of what he needs. He's been asking himself for all this time, at home and here in this strange modern world, just what it is that he needs. And he's been conflicted all that time between the ghosts of his pasts and the reality of the twisted present, but in this case, he knows one thing for sure.

"I'm sorry, but no matter how hard you work at it, nothing will ever change," he answers, shaking his head. "It isn't fair for you...to waste your time trying to be attached to a person like me."

Hattie crosses her arms, draws in a long breath, then sighs with a small smile, "I expected you to say that, of course.. It's what you always say. I'm probably not even the first person you've said it to, am I?"

She snaps her fan shut, then sets her other hand upon her hip as she tries to poke him on the the chest with it. "All right, if you're so certain, why don't you explain to me why it won't change? Do you transform into a werewolf at night? Are you in love with someone else, perhaps? Or maybe you have no interest in me?"

"No - that's not it at all!"

He holds up a hand and shakes his head again, defensively, but he doesn't attempt to stop her from poking at him. In love with someone else...if he found any part of this whole situation amusing, he'd laugh.

"I'm bound to my duty! There's no way that I could entertain the idea of...ah...dating or - marriage or any of that--!"

'Bound to my duty'. That was new. Did he tell her that before? She couldn't remember.. But the passion in his voice then was.. ......

That was hot.

Hattie snapped her fan open, fanned herself, then gave an awkward laugh as her cheeks reddenned, "M- My goodness. Is that so? Yes, I suppose in those circumstances a relationship like ours would almost seem.. 'Forbidden', wouldn't it?"

Finally she traced a small circle on his chest with a fingertip, "Shall we talk more about that after work? At someplace quiet, perhaps?"

F-forbidden...

Why does this suddenly feel like one of Lady Sharon's strange novels?! He knows how those end, and he's very, very afraid that this is going to end the same way. He steps away from her touch, nearly tripping over his own feet.

"I wouldn't use that word at all!" he yelps, his voice cracking on the last word. "There's nothing to discuss! I'm telling you outright that this can never happen!"

It really does. And it is the best. If no one writes about this on the day they're wed, she may just have to do so herself! That aside, as Gilbert retreats, Hattie stalks forward with an innocent enough smile- if it weren't for a slightly unsettling and aggressive gaze.

"Well of course you wouldn't," she teases, "And I know what you said! .. Doesn't that just make it even more exciting?"

Ah but no.. Now isn't a good time for Hattie to get herself caught up in the moment, not in Gilbert's workplace! She has a reputation as a lady to upkeep after all. And maybe, just maaybe she's moving along a little too quickly. She'll have to retreat and replan her steps.

"You're right.. I'll speak with you later about Halloween plans then instead." Hattie concedes with a single clap of her hands, "Have a good day at work~." Of course, she isn't going to leave without leaving a little gossip bait behind, so at first she seems prepared to walk away, but then sweeps in to kiss the young man on the cheek.

And because Gilbert is forever oblivious to...well, everything having to do with anything involving anyone initiating physical contact that doesn't involve a fist to the face or a palm upside the head, he doesn't do anything more than freeze in place and make a small, surprised yelping sound in the back of his throat as she leans in to kiss him. There's no real reaction because he's too busy trying to wrap his mind around the why aspect of this whole thing.

Why.

Why this...

Oh Gilbert. You are so like a puppy sometimes and the blonde just cannot get enough of that. Of course she wasn't anticipating a return of the gesture, so simply makes a show of it by holding it for just a moment, then draws back to straighten his collar.

"Bye." <3

And with that she goes along her merry way in a bright a mood as ever- The rest of her work day will be candy and rainbows after such a thrilling visit!

Edited 2012-10-27 00:51 (UTC)

And meanwhile, this has become the worse day of Gilbert's life.

Until tomorrow, of course.