[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

[encored]

[your methods are the worst the worst.

but two can play at the ignoring game!! he isn't even surprised by such ridiculous stubbornness this time and carries on finishing the tea unbothered.]

You oughtn't accept insults so easily. Isn't it unbecoming of you?

[bloodsugar]

I've been called worse, once upon a time! [no really quite frequently even... heh. it's no matter when you don't have a pride or ego to be battered by that kind of thing.

he looks suitably cheerful despite Charles' icy reception of his concern.]

Speaking of what one oughtn't do, I'm beginning to think you ought not ignore my efforts to console you from whatever's troubling you, Charles. Or else I might have to resort to...

...hugging.

[encored]

[bringing the pot over and seating himself very civilly] I'm afraid I'll have to put you through the window if you so much as try.

[so civil....]

Most people learn the first few times they're called such names, you know.

[bloodsugar]

[Abel leans over a bit as Charles sits down, smiling that infuriatingly bright and pleasant smile.]

Is that so bad? Really? Talking to me can't be as unpleasant as enduring a hug and breaking your window after you spent all day cleaning your kitchen, right? That'd just make more of a mess, you know.

[encored]

Ah, but the mess would be outside. [which clearly means it wouldn't be his problem anymore!]

That aside, structural damage to a house always repairs itself within a day. Were you not aware of that? [it doesn't seem to occur to him that not everyone breaks their house with such high frequency....]

[bloodsugar]

It is the winter, and your window would be broken. I'm sure that would make a mess inside as well, wouldn't it? [why are they casually talking about this what is...]

It'd be much better if you avoided that scenario entirely, right?

[encored]

I don't stay downstairs at night, so the cold wouldn't be a problem, and any snow that managed to get inside would just melt. Water is relatively easy to clean by comparison. [shrug!!

....by comparison to what charles it's like he's not even trying to not be suspicious]

[bloodsugar]

What about the glass? And what if I cut myself on the glass and bled everywhere? That would just be gross. [look at the woe in his eyes

LOOK AT IT]

[encored]

That would be your own fault. I'd not let you back into the house if you were bleeding, anyway, so that wouldn't really be a problem. [SO KIND... aren't you lucky to have a friend like him]

[bloodsugar]

What if I cut myself on the glass while being flung through the window and bled everywhere going out? Then it'd be inside, too!

[just pulling his chair up right beside Charles

almost right in front of him

dead set on annoying him forever]

You really might as well save yourself the effort of having to deal with all of this, right? I mean, in comparison, just telling me what's on your mind is better than all of that. For sure. Definitely!

[encored]

Then you would have to come back when you weren't bleeding everywhere to clean it up. [why you do this

he scoots his chair away a little as soon as he deems Abel too close, being the socially graceful person he is and all]

It isn't very noble for a priest to force an unwilling participant to the confessional, isn't that so?

[bloodsugar]

Ah, but -- fortunately for you, I'm not here in my capacity as a priest at all, am I? I'm here as your friend. There's a big difference! [he winks with something of a roguish smile... why......]

That what friends are for, right? When things aren't okay, you can lean on someone else. Some people would argue that knowing when to rely on others is a sign of strength of character, much more-so than attempting to keep matters to yourself.

[encored]

[so suave, Abel....

but whoops Charles still seems thoroughly unimpressed by just about everything coming out of his mouth.]

It's really troublesome, how many people here seem willing to thrust unwanted labels upon others. I'm lucky that I'm unable to get headaches, or I'd surely be in a constant state of irritated agony. [all because of IDIOTS LIKE YOU CLAIMING THAT THEY'RE FRIENDS...]

Either way, it doesn't matter to me whether or not being reliant is considered a strength by some.

[bloodsugar]

[Charles really... REALLY. he rests his elbow on the table with a sigh.]

...I see what this is about. You actually do want me to hug you, don't you? You simply don't want to appear as though that's what your heart truly desires for the sake of your pride. Ah, Charles, you poor thing...

[encored]

[OH NO YOU SAW RIGHT THROUGH HIM haha don't be silly...]

How in the world did you reach that conclusion from what I've said so far? I know I shouldn't be surprised that everything goes in one ear and out the other since there's only empty space between them, but that doesn't excuse you from being so insulting.

[bloodsugar]

[Abel reaches out and chuckles, ruffling Charles' hair a bit.]

...You might be a lot older than you look, but sometimes... it seems to me like you haven't grown up much at all, Charles. [he says it fondly, somehow... :|a]

[encored]

What a kind compliment to receive, I'm certain I'll die in peace now knowing that a penniless idiot thinks my physical age is fitting. [sounds so bland...

also trying to punch his elbow.....] If you want to lose a hand so badly, you only need to ask and I'd be happy to oblige.

[bloodsugar]

[alksjdf ninjaing his hand back DON'T PUNCH HIM JERK--!!!!!]

You threaten me a lot, you know. I'd almost think you didn't like me! ...If I were blind to the love in your eyes, of course...

Look, I'm trying to make a point, Charles!

[encored]

[TAKE IT LIKE A MAN YOU PANSY PRIEST GOSH]

If you are trying to make a point, I believe you lost track of it a long time ago.

[bloodsugar]

Only because you meet my terribly inspirational declarations of love and friendship with a pokerface!!

[encored]

They're not inspirational, they're irritating. What part of that is so difficult for you to understand? [pokerface as he sips his tea]

If I had known you would be this much hassle, which I should have by now, I'd have lowered you from a rope out of the second floor and waited for that beast to rid me of you. [charles you tried to do that anyway, just without the rope...]

[bloodsugar]

You wouldn't really feed me to that thing just like you wouldn't really throw me out the window...! You can deny it all you like if you want, but...

[he cups his tea, and then rests an elbow on the table, looking at him.]

...All joking aside... I hope you know that if you were in a bad spot for whatever reason-- big or small... I'd do whatever I could to help. All you had to do was ask.

[encored]

[hm... he chooses not to address that at all just yet. asking for help for this kind of situation is, as he sees it, beyond the capacity of someone so kind.

but he'll test the waters, just in case.]

Do you know that with certainty? Can you say, without even a single ounce of doubt, that I wouldn't intentionally cause you harm?

1/2

[bloodsugar]

[;(... Charles don't ignore his sincerity. it just makes him more worried about you.]

I believe it, yes...! [look he says this with

totally genuineness too wow yep]

[bloodsugar]

...Not too serious, anyway. [Charles might punch him one day he is rather sure of this...]