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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]

[oh my

god

no he's really pulling his hair and making strangled noises LSKJDFOISUDLKFJSDFLSKJDF]

[kinship]

[He just sort of slips away from Abel, before... thinking better of it and coming back to nestle on his lap again. He can troll you while getting cuddles, deal with it.]

I don't want to hear about your perverse games with Miss Esther any more.

[bloodsugar]

--It WASN'T A GAME!! We were abducted by pirates and they tied us up okay?! We were shoved in the brig together it's--

[alksjdlkjf internally
screaming
into
infinity]

[kinship]

So now you were roleplaying as well as tied up? Please stop, I'm only ten... I'm too innocent for this story.

irony of this icon being from that scene go

[bloodsugar]

That's it. I can't handle any more of this. I can't HANDLE anymore!! Everyone is trying to convince me to go and spend the rest of my life repenting for perversions and gluttony, aren't they?

Well the joke's on you!! YES, I looked at her underwear and I was SEVERELY DISAPPOINTED it wasn't pink and frilly and blue instead!! Do you know there wasn't any lace at all?! It's very upsetting! And not only that but when I tried to look cool she headbutted me after I got a concussion weathering the fiery blast of the stupid smuggling ship to get captured with her just to get my chance!!

And NOW I'm going to go eat the cake in the fridge. IN ONE SITTING. JUST TRY TO STOP ME!

adcskjd oh god i'm dying

[kinship]

[Cain is left... staring. Did Abel really just explode about Esther's underwear not being pink?]

...

...

[No really, WHAT?!]

...../quietly questions why people let me rp

[bloodsugar]

--No. Not just the cake. I need whipped cream and cherries too! And chocolate covered fruit. I need so much sugar to drown my woes. This is horrible. HORRIBLE! [lkajsf nudging Cain off his lap to get up!!]

because you're awesome

[kinship]

[No, he's not getting off. If Abel wants cake and cream, he's going to have to take Cain with him. He might be trolling again, but he's still clinging like a limpet.]

It's your own fault, if you weren't a pervert then I wouldn't have had to bring it up.

awesomely HIDEOUS

[bloodsugar]

I'M NOT A PERVERT!! I HAVE A HEALTHY MIND AND APPRECIATION FOR THE FEMALE FORM, THAT'S ALL! [god even that is so incredibly wrong coming from mr. secretly prude he just is dying a little inside and APOLOGIZING TO LILITH INWARDLY A THOUSAND TIMES

and dragging this limpet into the kitchen with him]

awesomely AWESOME p_o

[kinship]

[He's flushing red himself now, is this really the kind of conversation to be having with a pre-teen.]

...Abel. Please shut up.

awesomely awesome.... ly HIDEOUS

[bloodsugar]

What?! You brought it up and now you're regretting that choice? That's not my problem!!

hideously awesome..?

[kinship]

...I might need to chop my ears off.

...non. also keywords...

[bloodsugar]

I suggest using a little self-control in the future! Using a filter when asking your brother about such private matters would do you some good!

oh good lord

[kinship]

[He's not sure he wants to know the answer to this, but...]

Do you really like Miss Esther like that?

1/2

[bloodsugar]

[...]

Eh?

2/2

[bloodsugar]

H-hey... hey. I'm-- just joking, you... know--! [..askjoweurkajsdf]

[kinship]

[Does he look relieved? No, it's all in your imagination.]

Then you definitely shouldn't be looking at her underwear.

[bloodsugar]

I had to loosen the tension up somehow.... She was stressed out that we were kidnapped, you know? The ship really did get blown up. We were separated from our friends.

[huffs as he opens the fridge.]

Jokes like that are useful. [kind of like being a priest wow he takes it so seriously and with respect amirite]

[kinship]

[It's not like he has a whole lot of respect for the clergy, either. But then again, he's not the one in a cassock.]

...How could you even see her underwear without trying to? She's got a habit on, it's not exactly revealing.

[bloodsugar]

She was wearing a skirt at the time. It was kind of hard to miss since she was trying to wiggle out of the ah. Ropes, and I was on the floor and...

[h-heh. HEH.

BURYING FACE IN FRIDGE YES.]

We were on our way to the Empire!

[kinship]

...

...

When we live together in ice-cream tree land, you're not allowed to get us in trouble by being a pervert.

[bloodsugar]

I am NOT a perv-- [he was about to whip his head around to indignantly look at him but he smacked it on the roof of the fridge instead....]

[kinship]

[Haha. Failure.]

Mind your head.

[bloodsugar]

[leaning over and GRUMBLING and WHINING at the same time, rubbing...]

A... AHHH... it's a wonder I have any braincells left at ALL at this rate...

[kinship]

I think we've been through this before.

[But he's pulling Abel down to his level anyway, pressing a kiss to his poor head.]