[008]

[bloodsugar]

A): phone - mid-morning.

[OPEN;]

[one hazard of spending a good deal of your time lurking on the phone lines is that one might become prone to forgetting that people can HEAR you while you listen. so, it's entirely innocent, of course, when the half-absent and somewhat petulant mumble comes across the phone lines sometime this morning.]

...all this talk of Valentines Day... honestly! As if they're rubbing it in some of us are destined to be forever alone. 'Vow of celibacy'? More like vow of perpetual and ongoing boredom.

[...a pause.]

It's not like I wanted to find out what a romantic holiday with another human being is like, regardless... eh? I'm sure edible underwear isn't all it's cracked up to be, anywa--

[...]

Eh? [wait for it.]

AH--

[...there's a rather flustered squawk, and a hasty CLICK of the phone into the cradle.]

[filter to Charles Fei-Ong]

Alright, so maybe I'm a little late in checking in. You'll forgive me, right? After all, I'm sure you've been busy collecting recipes and taste testing! [no really are you okay... :| last time he saw you, after all, was... uh, colorful, to say the least.]

...I don't suppose you'd be up for a cup of tea, Charles? [he has a feeling you'll just bs him even if you weren't alright over the phone, anyway. CLEARLY HE MUST BE NOSY IN PERSON.]

[filter to Esther Blanchett]

Esther-- do you have a minute? There's... ah, something I wanted to ask you. [AND IT DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH EDIBLE UNDERWEAR HE SWEARS DEAR GOD.]

[filter to Django]

How are you holding up, partner? I hope the radio silence is because you've been gloriously enjoying the sunshine, hm? Making up for lost time and all that...! [are you okay partner? :(]

B): action; 1648 Albright Lane - lunchtime.

[there's the smell of something burning, late in the morning approaching lunchtime -- and if Rachel or Cain follows their nose, they might find the source in the form of one (1) Abel Nightroad with his drone wife's FRILLY PINK APRON several sizes too small draped around his neck and haphazardly tied back in the process of butchering... grilled cheese. yes, he is a total failure.

...somehow, he's gotten butter all over the counter and is trying to catch an overturned bottle of orange juice that is apparently spilling its contents over and onto the floor. the pan is burning and he's jostling cups and plates, trying not to drop EVERYTHING EVER as he fumbles to cease the spill of juice fruitlessly.

NO ONE SAID YOUR DAD WAS GOOD AT BEING DOMESTIC. this is why.]

C): action; around town - afternoon.

[the tall, lanky, and often times clumsy priest is among your streets today, Mayfield! anyone similarly prone to hitting up the bakery quite often might recognize his face, or simply wish to gape at the way he's leaving cheerily with a bag under his arm and so engrossed in the effort of inhaling the vanilla frosted doughnut in his hand he is clearly not paying attention to anything else. ...like the sidewalk. which, he may or may not inevitably trip over at an uneven crack and WOEFULLY lose his doubtlessly precious bounty as the bag tumbles to spill the fruits of his labor everywhere...

...and maybe his doughnut might happen to ah. misplace... itself from his hand and end up on your face. WHAT DO?]

D): action; church - evening.

[Abel's day eventually brings him to someplace to seek solace, to rest a weary soul... or something of that effect. one who enters might be hard pressed to FIND said priest who should be more or less easy to spot on the regular, right? how many 6'4 lanky bastards in cassock ARE there in here?

...but if one is apt enough, they might notice that the Father's side of the confessional is occupied. do you care to confess? ...or notice that said Father might just be lightly snoring if you listen hard enough...]

Comments

[bloodsugar]

...

I rather my pastries.

[kinship]

You'd rather have your pastries than my love?

[MOCK OFFENCE! HDU SIR!]

[bloodsugar]

I'd rather have both, but if I had to pick...

[kinship]

...if you had to pick...?

[bloodsugar]

...If I had to pick...

[kinship]

Yes..?

[bloodsugar]

Mm. I suppose that's something between me and God, don't you think?

[kinship]

No, it's something you have to answer right now, or you won't have either any more.

[NO LOVE AND NO PASTRIES.]

[bloodsugar]

Why are you being so mean to me today?! Maybe I already lost both already--!

[kinship]

[He squeezes Abel's hand, maybe he's not so much in the mood for this tease after the last few days as he usually is.]

You'll never lose either, as if I could resist your puppy eyes if I don't bring a pastry home.

[bloodsugar]

[...h-heh. he pauses a second, before smiling and squeezing back.]

Good. I'd cry, otherwise. And might never stop.

[kinship]

[Why is he such a soft touch with his teasing today :|]

Such a big baby.

[bloodsugar]

You love me anyway, for some reason or another...

[kinship]

For all those good qualities that are between God and I.

[bloodsugar]

[h... heh... HEH. he chuckles, tugging Cain to bump into his side and slinging his arm around his shoulders.]

I knew you thought I had some! Some, at least.

[kinship]

[He leans his head lightly against Abel's side, why is his bro so tall?]

You have lots, you just hide them really well.

[bloodsugar]

...I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not...

[kinship]

That depends on if you're going to cry if it's not?

[bloodsugar]

What does that matter...?

[kinship]

[Siiigh.]

It was a compliment, you know I'd never insult my baby brother.

[bloodsugar]

[except for like the entirety of their conversation today amirite...

he smiles none-the-less.]

Ahh. I'm basking in the light of your approval, big brother...

[kinship]

[It's all in jest, he could never be more devoted to anyone than Abel.]

You must have been basking your whole life, then.

[Because he's always approved!]

[bloodsugar]

[h... haha... nope.avi]

Sentimental, all the sudden... aren't we?

[kinship]

Would you rather I go back to teasing you?

[bloodsugar]

A-ah. Well, I'm not complaining! Just an observation!