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sirenspull_logs2012-02-19 08:14 pm
immortale) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-02-19 08:14 pm
Entry tags:
been waiting a long time
Who: Firo, Chane, Claire, possibly some other boarding house residents or visitors
When: February 15th, evening [backdated]
Where: Sector 4 boarding house, kitchen
Summary: It's becoming increasingly clear that Firo's been stood up. Clearly he needs company.
Warnings: Alcohol...?
When Firo had invited Czeslaw to dinner, he'd at least expected the boy to show up. It would have been the first time they'd seen each other in a while—at least without the NVs between them—and he'd spent the morning making final preparations, both for dinner and for facing Czeslaw.
It hadn't been that he'd been avoiding Czes in the past few months... Well, maybe it had, a little. But he'd wanted time to come to terms with the fact that Czeslaw had essentially sold Claire out back before Christmas. If the boy had been a stranger, his actions would have been unforgivable; because he was (supposedly) a friend, they had cut so much deeper. Firo had needed time to figure things out, to decide whether or not he was even willing to give Czes a chance.
And when he'd finally decided on that chance—nothing. Afternoon had worn into evening, and still there was no sign of Czeslaw's arrival. In fact, the only sign that they were supposed to have been making dinner together were the ingredients that were still sitting on the kitchen counter as Firo himself sat at a table, tapping his fingers impatiently against it.
He checked the time again. The least Czes could have done was call if he was going to be late...
When: February 15th, evening [backdated]
Where: Sector 4 boarding house, kitchen
Summary: It's becoming increasingly clear that Firo's been stood up. Clearly he needs company.
Warnings: Alcohol...?
When Firo had invited Czeslaw to dinner, he'd at least expected the boy to show up. It would have been the first time they'd seen each other in a while—at least without the NVs between them—and he'd spent the morning making final preparations, both for dinner and for facing Czeslaw.
It hadn't been that he'd been avoiding Czes in the past few months... Well, maybe it had, a little. But he'd wanted time to come to terms with the fact that Czeslaw had essentially sold Claire out back before Christmas. If the boy had been a stranger, his actions would have been unforgivable; because he was (supposedly) a friend, they had cut so much deeper. Firo had needed time to figure things out, to decide whether or not he was even willing to give Czes a chance.
And when he'd finally decided on that chance—nothing. Afternoon had worn into evening, and still there was no sign of Czeslaw's arrival. In fact, the only sign that they were supposed to have been making dinner together were the ingredients that were still sitting on the kitchen counter as Firo himself sat at a table, tapping his fingers impatiently against it.
He checked the time again. The least Czes could have done was call if he was going to be late...