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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.]
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By getting their dessert all wet?
[Because at close range, she can at least tell that stuff oozing out the side was, at one point, frosting. Ew. Avoiding that.]
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[Oh man, that really is messy. He winces and reaches out to take it from her; he'll risk the leaky frosting like a man.]
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What kind of favor makes someone wait out in the rain?
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Well...it's a long story. Are you sure you want to hear it?
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Inside.
[Inside, where they can both make rather large puddles on someone's floor. And he looks at this point like he could stand warming up.]
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Where are we going?
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[. . . This leads to the worthwhile point that Aoko doesn't really know where they're going. Not that this will stop her, but. Surely there's a cafe or restaurant about somewhere. She thinks she can remember one not so far back, beyond the park. SERO territory. But it'll work.]
To find tea.
[Because isn't this the right answer for every occasion?]
[And within a few minutes, there it is -- a small, almost too-orderly coffee house that looks all too welcoming through the gray and wet. Victory!]
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[He knows better than to argue with her, no matter how much he'd like to. Hey, tea was relaxing. Even if making people wait on him only filled him with anxiety and stress, which is the opposite of relaxing. Damn it all.
Victory indeed! Hopefully they won't turn away two poor soaking people holding equally soggy cake. At least the thing has stopped leaking by now.]
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[Aoko disregards this, dragging Gilbert to a table and sitting, proceeding to drip water onto the bench and floor beneath instead, and with an air of self-satisfaction, pronounces,]
There.
[In other words, it is not raining in here, Mr. Nightray, and you have been thwarted.]
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He flops down beside her, stares blankly for a good long moment, and then finally sighs and sets the soaked box down on the other side. Great, now he's had to deal with a failed attempt at relaxation and public embarrassment. Well, just another typical day, he supposes...]
Are you happy now?
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Mm-hm!
[The words are said with almost a beam.]
I'll even pay for the tea.
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N-no, I can pay for you as...ah. Thanks. Or something like that.