mayfield_rpg | action; phone (forward dated to Monday!)

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action; phone (forward dated to Monday!)

{ACTION} Mayfield Elementary; before class
[Despite seeing and hearing some things he didn't want to encounter during the trip into the void, Czeslaw has been attending school without missing a day. Dressed in a white shirt with a tie (fixed to be straight by his drone mother) and jacket but missing his usual hat, Czes makes his way on campus, arriving a little bit early.

He bumps shoulders with people sometimes, uttering a small "sorry" whenever he does. But if he sees a face he recognizes, he looks up with the best smile he could plaster on his face.]

Hi... good morning! How's it going?

{ACTION} Stone Street; afternoon
[Czeslaw received something in the mail after coming home from school. It was just an envelope with a card inside, but what's important to Czes is what is dran on the card. It's a two-panel comic, a simple picture of a human with a wound in the first panel; the human's wound is healed in the second. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before he pales and nearly drops it, turning white and running inside the house.]

{PHONE} filtered to Firo Prochainezo
Firo! Hey Firo, can I talk to you?

[First he calls Firo, because this is the guy he was living with back home. First he's got to call Firo and see if he's still alive and around, and tell him what happened. He already tried to see if the mail wasn't joking, and sure enough it was real. The cut on his lip he bit down on it earlier healed in seconds.]

Not over the phone, though -- I can come to to your house or meet you anywhere, but I need to talk to you!

{ACTION} Nelson Street; nighttime
[Czes was also going to try calling Elmer C. Albatross but instead he runs. He remembers that Elmer lived on Nelson Street, so he runs as fast as he can to that street, hoping he'll find the house. But it's the one with the treehouse, right?

He's running so fast he might crash right into a passerby, saying "Sorry!" and hoping he won't get pulled into a conversation.]

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Not yet! This house has dinner later in the afternoon, usually.

You got your heart set on eatin' here, or do you wanna go get somethin' together?

[Firo's found that an easy way to someone's heart is feeding them.]

[Well, you did win Ennis' trust that way didn't you?]

... I want to go with you! Do you have anywhere in mind?

There's some food back at the house, or we could stop by the diner. Your pick.

Would your "wi"-- your housemate mind? Maybe we can go to the diner! I've got some allowance.

[He's too happy that Czes seems to be cheering up a bit to notice the near slip-up.]

I don't think she would. But, hey, if we're goin' anywhere it's on me, okay?

Are you sure? I'd... I'd like to eat out, to be honest.

Then that's what we'll do. The food's actually pretty good there.

[He just tries to not think about the fact that it might be made by drones.]

I had a malt before! But that's not really dinner stuff.

I guess you could have one this time so long as you get some real food with it. They've got burgers and stuff like that.

[Firo should not be able to miss the slight sparkle in Czes' eyes. 230 or not, he's always loved sherbet. Ice cream is great.]

Of course I will! Or I'd get hungry.

Er, right. Good.

[It's starting to hit Firo how mature Czes is; he may look like a kid, but he doesn't seem to need someone looking after him too closely. Not that it'll stop Firo.]

You ready to go, or do you need to tell somebody where you're gonna be?

No, I'm fine. I dunno if my housemate is home right now.

[Claire Stanfield? Stanfield, he's pretty sure will not be back for a while if ever.]

Let's go?

Too bad, we coulda' asked him to come with us.

[Oh well. Claire's like a cat, he shows up when he wants to do so.]

Yeah, let's go. It shouldn't be too much of a walk.

[He grins, getting to his feet and holding out a hand for Firo again. His joy isn't completely genuine; he's still concerned and they're in a strange world that might be falling apart. But nothing was ever completely all right no matter where you went, so there was nothing wrong with enjoying it, right?]

Well we better hurry before it closes, though!

Right!

[He takes Czes's hand with a smile and starts walking.]

You know, we could make this a weekly thing if you want.

[If the place doesn't collapse around them.]

Really? [He looks up, still genuinely amazed by how easily Firo Prochainezo accepts him. First as the "souvenir," and even here. Is it a camorra thing?]

I'd like that!

[Firo likes his strays; he was in the same position once and he's probably only still around because of his Family's acceptance.

He looks down at Czes, grinning.]

You would? Great! Just drop on by anytime or call me, okay?

I will! Thanks a lot, Firo.

[He squeezes Firo's hand.] Are we almost there?

No problem.

[He squeezes Czes's hand in return and uses his free hand to point ahead.]

Yeah, it's just around the corner.

What're you gonna get, Firo?

A hamburger, I think. How about you?

I think I'll get one of those, too. And fries, do fries come with it?

I'm pretty sure no American diner would dare serve it without 'em.

Edited 2012-11-10 14:54 (UTC)

Haha, I guess you're right. Let's go in! [As they have finally arrived!]

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