mayfield_rpg

A): phone - mid-morning.

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[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...]

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

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....]

[Haha. Failure.]

Mind your head.

[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...

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.]

[awww. he rubs it afterward, before giving a little smile.]

...Thanks.

All better?

[Because he'll kiss it again if he has to. DON'T MAKE HIM.]

All better. Like magic!

What are big brothers for?

A lot... apparently.

[heh...]

...Like helping me get all this stuff out of the fridge?

You're not really going to eat all that, are you?

[DON'T YOU REMEMBER THE ICE CREAMS FROM ONLY A FEW HOURS AGO? WHAT ARE YOU?!]

[no he's totally forgotten because his stomach doesn't hurt anymore...]

Of course I am! Now help me get it out.

[He promised to look out for Abel's tummy earlier, which means he's honour bound to ask.]

Are you sure? You could make yourself ill again.

Of course I'm sure! And I am hardly devouring fifteen ice creams-- [ugh; he makes a face] before they melt. It's much different!

Alright then.

[He happily starts hefting out all the cakes from the fridge - there's also a big bowl of seafood chowder covered over.]

[ew...

he places one on the counter and digs around for a plate.]

...Are you hungry too? You should eat with me. [just... you know, not cake.]

No, not at the moment.

[He's just that kind of drained that comes after crying so fiercely, not really in the mood for food.]

Please?

I'm not making myself sick just so you can feel like less of a fatty.

Why would you get sick?!

Because I'd have to eat twice my body weight to keep up with you.

You don't have to keep up with me...! Just... eat so I'm not eating alone....

[Sigh...]

Okay, I'll have some of the chowder Miss Ciel made for us both.

Sister Ciel made chowder?

[what why didn't he know this... FLASHBACKS TO HER AMAZING HOT CHOCOLATE AND BROWNIES HE MIGHT JUST DIE OF DELICIOUS-DEJA-VU]

The seafood chowder in the fridge, I told her it was your favourite and she made us some.

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