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sirenspull_logs2012-03-11 12:21 pm
retraced) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-03-11 12:21 pm
because I promised raincake
Who: Gilbert Nightray and OPEN
When: The afternoon of the 11th
Where: The park near Winthers lake
Summary: Gilbert laments best when there's bad weather.
Warnings: Warnings for soggy cake
[There's a cake in the rain.
Well, more specifically, there's a cake in a box on a bench near a man in the rain.
A box that doesn't reside inside of a bag, and is therefore damp from the rain. And, from the state of it and the man sitting next to it, it's been sitting in the rain for a while. It's a curious sight indeed. While people stroll by with umbrellas overhead and jackets wrapped tightly around themselves to protect from the late winter storm, Gilbert Nightray is sitting forward with his elbows on his knees, eyes staring directly at the soggy ground through his damp hair, a half-finished cigarette hanging between his index and middle fingers.
People have been encouraging him to relax lately, take a rest, spend some time by himself to be alone and sort through his thoughts, to meditate, do yoga--the list goes on and on. It seems different people all have their different ways to unwind and cope, and so far none of them had worked for him. If he's home, he'll clean and bake and fret. If he's at work, he'll clean and bake and fret.
So he's relaxing outside. He's taking a 'breather'. He's trying not to think about obligations and duty and doing his best face his anxiety and stress head on, so he's sitting outside in the rain with a cake in a soaked box.
You know you're curious.]
When: The afternoon of the 11th
Where: The park near Winthers lake
Summary: Gilbert laments best when there's bad weather.
Warnings: Warnings for soggy cake
[There's a cake in the rain.
Well, more specifically, there's a cake in a box on a bench near a man in the rain.
A box that doesn't reside inside of a bag, and is therefore damp from the rain. And, from the state of it and the man sitting next to it, it's been sitting in the rain for a while. It's a curious sight indeed. While people stroll by with umbrellas overhead and jackets wrapped tightly around themselves to protect from the late winter storm, Gilbert Nightray is sitting forward with his elbows on his knees, eyes staring directly at the soggy ground through his damp hair, a half-finished cigarette hanging between his index and middle fingers.
People have been encouraging him to relax lately, take a rest, spend some time by himself to be alone and sort through his thoughts, to meditate, do yoga--the list goes on and on. It seems different people all have their different ways to unwind and cope, and so far none of them had worked for him. If he's home, he'll clean and bake and fret. If he's at work, he'll clean and bake and fret.
So he's relaxing outside. He's taking a 'breather'. He's trying not to think about obligations and duty and doing his best face his anxiety and stress head on, so he's sitting outside in the rain with a cake in a soaked box.
You know you're curious.]
omg dude
One of these things is far more important than the other, currently.]
No Yosuke don't sit down there--!
you know you love it
[Give him a second here. This is going to take some time to process. He glances down. Yeah...okay...you were , what? Just taking your pet pastry box for a walk in the freakin' rain? Is that what he just sat in? DAMN IT.]
[He's going to make shrill, unhappy noises at you for a minute here.]
What is that? What? Why is it...? ARGH! It's all over my ass! Oh, man.
yeah, you're right.
But the delayed reaction is good for a few reasons. Mostly reasons of guilt, surprise, confusion and disbelief finally leading up to acceptance. His poor wet cake is now food for the birds and any other creature that saw fit to attack Yosuke's poor ass.]
It's cake! What are you doing sitting down without looking first?!
/thumbs up
[He thrusts the umbrella into Gil's hands and gets to his feet, still shrill and indignant, and starts trying to scrape the gooey cake mush off of his clothes. The rain just makes it run, and the gobs that he does manage to brush away keep landing on his shoes. He smells like a wet birthday party.]
Aaaaaw, damn it! That's really gross!
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He stands up and holds the umbrella over Yosuke's head while he goes to work cleaning his pants. See? He's helping now.]
You should still look before you sit down...
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[What do you mean, take responsibility? He's going to keep whining instead, thanks.]
Man. People are going to think weird things. Why can't you just eat cake like a normal person? Inside!
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[That 'somewhere' just happened to be within range of your butt, bro.]
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[He was trying to be nice, you know. He was trying to be nice and all he ended up with to show for it is cake butt.]
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[Maybe. Still, he does feel bad for the boy. Having frosting and chocolate all over yourself can't be fun, especially when the weather is also crappy.]
...How far away is your apartment?
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[He brushes his wet hair out of his face, but it ends up smearing frosting on his cheek, much to his annoyance.]
I was supposed to go to work anyway. Ugh. There's not enough time to go home and shower, though, so Rain-san is going to give me an earful.
[Congrats, dude. You're well past acquaintance level these days. You can tell, because he's not smiling and saying it's fine. He's kind of pissed.]
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...There has to be a clothing store nearby, right? I'll buy you some new ones while you use their bathroom to wash your face.
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Uh...maybe.
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[Hey, he's a classy guy! By Victorian standards at least, which are the only important standards thank you very much.
He knows this city well enough, but admittedly, he doesn't shop for clothes very often. Still, there has to be a decently priced clothing store around here somewhere. He keeps the umbrella over Yosuke's head as he gestures down the street.]