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[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... wonder who's fault that is...

[kinship]

Yours.

[No really, WHO'S THE ADULT HERE?!]

[bloodsugar]

...Ah. No, no... let me think back, a moment...

[WHO SUGGESTED FIFTEEN, EXACTLY?]

[kinship]

You're a grown man, Abel, you should have been capable of saying no.

[AND WHO'S THE DUMBASS WHO AGREED?]

[bloodsugar]

[he has NO IDEA what you're talking about. it's entirely your fault. entirely.]

A-- man never turns down a challenge...!!

[kinship]

...Oh yes.

[Utterly deadpan.]

You're the manliest man I know, Abel.

1/2

[bloodsugar]

That's-- right! That's right I am. [puffing his chest out a bit why] I'm the epitome, of. A... ah.

[bloodsugar]

... [just. swallows... hard........... LSKDJFSLDKJG NEVERMIND this would be the most unmanly moment ever to lose it, right? yes he'll be quiet now]

[kinship]

[Good job, little brother. He smirks, squeezing Abel's hand and pulling him along.]

If you get sick on me, I'll never forgive you.

[bloodsugar]

Don't tempt me. [really you're asking for it. really. you're lucky he loves you too much to subject you to such a horribly gross affair...

though he does owe you for the motion resistance tests back on the colony, doesn't he...]

[kinship]

[HEY! The motion resistance tests weren't his fault! Just because they had to do them every year and he got sick on his brother every time doesn't mean Abel owes him.

Nope.]

[bloodsugar]

[yeah he hasn't forgotten about that even centuries later alright... trauma... forever...]

...Just... hurry up, would you? I'm seeing double...

[kinship]

[Just don't pay him back the favour, there's a good bro.]

Okay, just hold on.

[bloodsugar]

[what if he did? huh? WHAT IF HE DID?]

[oh my god a melodramatic sniff... HE'S A BIG BABY...]

[kinship]

[TRY IT AND SEE :|

...He hates to hear Abel snuffling, even in jest, so he's hurrying a bit faster.]

[bloodsugar]

[IT'S ALMOST LIKE YOU -WANT- HIM TO OR SOMETHING GEEZ MASOCHIST...

are they there yet...]

Can you piggyback me? [...]

[kinship]

[Ew. EW.

Cain stops and gives Abel a very bright and guileless smile, before turning his back to his brother.]

Sure! Hop on.

[He's not mocking, nope.]

[bloodsugar]

[LOOK YOU'RE THE ONE WHO KEEPS INSINUATINGALKSJDF--

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....

lmao well shut up now he's going to try this is the single most ridiculous looking thing ever... he's got his hands on Cain's shoulders and leaning down looking like he's trying to puzzle out the logistics but they're just not measuring up....... stopping and starting...........................]

[kinship]

[Is his brother really trying to get on his back... He can't help snorting with badly concealed laughter as Abel bends right over him like a loser.]

Aren't you getting on?

[bloodsugar]

[no askjdf but he's pretending to try...]

...You're too small.

[kinship]

Maybe you should give me a piggy-back instead.

[Poor lazy brother. He would have given him one if they were still the same size.]

[bloodsugar]

If it'd get us home faster, maybe...

[kinship]

[He holds his arms up, carry him slave.]

I'll even look after you when we get there... put you to bed, feed you ice cream...

[bloodsugar]

[oh god he looks a little paler... but he's picking Cain up dutifully, regardless.]

...You realize you can't escape, now. [haha. if he is SUDDENLY ILL you have no where to run...]

[kinship]

[He stretches his neck out to kiss one pale cheek, feel better ):]

Good job I don't want to escape.