[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]

...ah. Well... as it happens, I think your sheets need washing tonight, anyway...

[as if he could say no.]

[kinship]

...No, your sheets need washing.

[They can hunker down in his room, or else the drone Astha would keep trying to get in with them... not to mention Abel's room is open to the elements at the moment.]

[bloodsugar]

...

[........................]

Right. My sheets. [gdi Cain.]

[kinship]

[It was Haruko's fault, OKAY?]

Maybe... the need to be washed most nights?

[bloodsugar]

Maybe they do... the drone uses too much perfume and I think I'm allergic. It sinks into the sheets and it's really gross, Cain.

[kinship]

[He can't believe Abel sleeps with the drone, which reminds him...]

I bet you like it, Miss Esther told me you were a pervert.

[bloodsugar]

[he doesn't.................... why do you think he was asleep in the Confessional......... heh heh

heh

god no he would die before he slept in the bed with her]

--She told you I was a pervert. Just like she said I was a fathead loser, right?

[kinship]

[He has the light of innocence on his face this time.]

No, she really did say you were a pervert.

[bloodsugar]

...

[was it today? because she called him a pervert to his face, today.]

Um.

[kinship]

She said you were a horrible secret pervert and she wasn't going to let me turn out like you.

[He's smiling, it's clear he's on Abel's side (for once) and doesn't for a moment think it's true. Abel's not a pervert, no way.]

[bloodsugar]

[...well, this is, ah. a thing, right here.]

She really said that--? [his WOUNDED HEART...]

[kinship]

Yeah, but... I know you're not.

[Abel doesn't like girls like that, HE'S ONLY TEN. Shush, he's ten in Cain's head. Forever.]

[bloodsugar]

[well it's kinda true all things considered

how does i women...]

I'm-- I'm really not! I do joke, but I wonder if she takes me seriously...

[kinship]

She said she would make sure I turned out well, instead of like you.

[Lala, now he's just making it worse on purpose. It's a weak troll, but it feels better than the raw seriousness of before.]

[bloodsugar]

...

I'm sure she'll do a great job of that. [said so dully why is his life suffering and cruelty at the hands of women....]

[kinship]

[Because he's Abel Nightroad? And Caterina is his boss?]

You're not really a pervert, are you?

[bloodsugar]

--No! [lkajsdf turning a little pink.] I'm not! How could you ask me that?!

[kinship]

Miss Esther doesn't seem the sort to lie...

[bloodsugar]

You'd take her word over mine?! --Cain!!

[kinship]

It depends how convincing you are.

[bloodsugar]

I hardly have to convince you of something like that~! [alskjdf so indignant. and red. oh god why.]

[kinship]

[It's the redness that's not doing him any favours.]

She said you looked at her underwear.

[bloodsugar]

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[kinship]

Did you?

[bloodsugar]

--L... look!! The circumstances were

I was j-- just--

[...yeah he's going to die.]