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Post by Zephyr on Jul 28, 2015 20:43:17 GMT -5
It wasn't every day that a box of ~*innocent miscellaneous luxury items*~ was shoved into his arms to bring to the Slums. Bring these to the coordinates we gave you, they said. It's incredibly important, they insisted. Heterochromatic eyes narrowed as he surveyed the items practically overflowing from the box. Bath bombs? Romance novels? Were those... tea leaves? He was pretty sure those were tea leaves. And -- holy shit were those limes?
A wide grin spread across his lips. Those were absolutely out of place with the rest of this junk. A story was already forming in his mind. You see, Grand Duchess Dustpanina Broomella of the Slums VII, there was a regretful incident in the delivery of these items. It was discovered that the limes, in fact, were hand grenades. Shrapnel-filled hand grenades! Could you imagine? I simply had to surrender the items to the authorities, because I could not bear to imagine the horror of your delicate fingers taking a knife to slice the lime, only for a vicious explosion to tear your hand from your wrist! Truly, I was only thinking of your well being. If you would like, I could retrieve lemons for you--
Slowly, a chuckle escaped him, and he balanced the box on one arm. Reaching in to pluck the limes from the box shouldn't have been his number one priority while walking though, because it was only a matter of time before he probably ran into someone. The important part was getting those limes out of the box without dropping it, anyway, and it wasn't like he was going to lose the box just from brushing against someone. :'D
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Post by Atticus on Jul 28, 2015 20:57:22 GMT -5
There was nothing to worry about, nothing at all. Or... that was what he told himself. Attie was, however, a chronic concerner, a habitual worrywart, and a long time friend of fretting. In all actuality, it was nothing for him to worry about, really. Attie's goal for the day of going up into the Lower Class District on errands was likely to go off without any problem but... whenever he stepped out of the Slums he worried - he knew there wasn't really much that could happen but it made him feel uncomfortable to know there were eyes on him, telling him he didn't belong there.
The narrow street on the way out of the district was cluttered here and there with other people going about their business, and while Atticus should have really been paying attention to them, he was unfortunately lost entirely in his own world. This was.... a dangerous thing, ironically - he should have been watching, should have been worrying about the placement of footstep after footstep and the positions of those in the crowd around him, at least for the sake of not bumping into people. But... at least so far, others had taken notice of him and there had been no problems.
Surely, then, he should be able to hold out luck without running into someone just as lost in their own activities as he was? No, there would be no such luck.
With a bump and a jolt backwards, he walked directly into someone carrying a large box of miscellaneous items. A startled and bewildered, though not very loud, " - - ah h ; ;" escaped him and he stumbled backwards, landing on his ass in the dirt. As if the sound of a record player blip had stopped his thoughts and actions, he sat there for a second and a half before scrambling back up to his feet to see if the person he'd run into was hurt or his items had been damaged.
"I - Sorry ! Are you... are you alright?" He managed as his thoughts caught back up to him, face bright red and wishing he could hide himself. Whyyyyyyyyy---
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Post by Zephyr on Jul 28, 2015 21:29:28 GMT -5
Okay, no, no, he overestimated himself. He had one, two, three limes out, balancing precariously on the crook of his arm and against the box. And then, there was movement as he reached for a fourth, impact with another person and that was apparently the loaded spring of his balance because the box and limes and everything suddenly jerked out of his hold. "ShIT--"
He did manage to lurch out and grab the box for the most part, but not before a particularly questionable book fell near a puddle. Phew, at least it didn't get wet--wait. One of the particularly glamorous bath bombs has also fallen out, and his expression shifted into a nervous grin. Within mere seconds, colorful glitter and foam bubbled out from the puddle, consuming the book in a frothy pink and purple marshmallow abomination.
Oh, and the limes had been consumed by the puddle too. Except for one, which was still in the box.
An unsteady breath left him, and he turned to peer over the box at the one he'd collided with, words suddenly reaching his hearing. Wow, what a cutie??? He was all flustered and looked like he just wanted to shrink away. And what a good color to dress in. A+ would run into again. Ahem. He put on a grin, shaking off any lament he felt over those poor little limes, and set the half-empty box down--away from the foaming puddle. He'd have to collect that stuff in a minute...
"Aw, I'm just fine, what about you?" he chimed, tone even and relaxed in contrast. "Sorry, I shouldn't have been rummaging around in the box trying to sort out all this junk." Zephyr probably should have been at least a little concerned about the destroyed book, but there was enough stuff in the box that he could probably bury it under everything else and make a break for it before the clients could grill him for it. Crisis averted problem solved etc.
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Post by Atticus on Jul 28, 2015 22:21:08 GMT -5
Attie had already been out of sorts when he had been walking through the street but now being knocked down and knocking items out of someone's hands and now it was just going to take him a minute to put himself back together. The response from the other man, all pink hair and reassuring smile, managed to take any immediate (ohno what if this was some jackass or someone who could get me in trouble) thoughts away. Okay. Immediate crisis averted, at least he hadn't nearly been bowled over by someone irritable.
The concern for well being was returned fairly quickly and it seemed that the other had been mostly bumped but not knocked over so that was good.
"I'm, fine - - thanks, sorry," came the response but - - - Attie chewed on his lip, eyes falling to the uh. Poof. Of something that had fizzed out violently in contact with the water. Immediately his attention fell on the other items consumed in the glittery explosion and the box of things and oh n o some of it had been ruined. "And - your things, I knocked them over. They - weren't expensive were they? I'm so sorry if they were - - "
Damn damn damn damn the box looked like it had some nice stuff in it and that meant things fallen into the ever frothing doom glitter puddle might also have been costly and hard to replace. He'd have offered to compensate but he really... had nothing other than what he'd set out with to buy supplies for the rest of the month with. Important supplies, too, not things for him but for his regular patients.
Hand tucked under his hair , fingers caught in the curls at the back of his neck, a nervous tic that he couldn't quite drop but he really really hoped he wasn't asked for compensation because some of that money was for medicines, he couldn't just.... spend it replacing things.
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Post by Zephyr on Jul 29, 2015 4:01:41 GMT -5
His smile shifted a little, from relaxed to just slightly amused. Zephyr was given another apology; was this guy not supposed to be here, or something? ....exciting. B)
Zephyr waved off the 'sorry' in an attempt to convey it was quite alright, expression cracking into a grin. "S'fine, s'fine, really," he said in an offhand sort of way. Okay, it probably wasn't fine and his employer would probably chew his ass out and. Yeahhhh. He was going to have to pay to replace this stuff, wasn't he? Oh man. Eva was going to kill him, but he'd have to be behind on rent again. Hahaha...
But! He kept his grin, not letting on to any inner turmoil about dealing with his sibling. Oh no, he had this cutie in front of him who was so nervous he was chewing on his lip, looking like he was ready to dissolve like the bath bomb had. Were the things in the box expensive? Of course they were, they were luxury items! But only the book and the bath bomb were an issue, and he could most likely talk himself out of trouble with the recipient of this junk anyway.
The man knelt down, picking up the book--originally the pages were an aged yellow-white, but now they were dirty lavender--and brushing some of the froth off. He cast his eyes upward at the other man, watching as his hand touched his neck, and his smile softened again. "Mmyeah, they were a lil bit," he replied, breaking his gaze and burying the book under other leather-bound grimoires. He shuffled some things around before continuing. "I suppose this is where my sis would expect some sort of compensation."
Rising to his feet again, he winked, twirling the only un-bombed lime in one hand, kind of spinning it idly in his palm as he focused on the brunette. "I know just how you can help. Why don't you repay your debt with time?" A playful laugh escaped him. Oh, Eva would have murder in her smile. But the guy looked like he was going to explode with how skittish he was. He was probably from the Slums, probably not used to being out of them, and most definitely probably not sporting heavy pockets. Plus he was hella cute. Company was a brilliant idea.
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Post by Atticus on Jul 29, 2015 12:33:04 GMT -5
Okay, Attie, he told himself. Breathe. This isn't like you're doing something you shouldn't be.
In fact, he really wasn't (for once). The pink haired stranger with the box seemed intent on saying that it was no problem at all, though he did admit that they were expensive. Back tensed up as the word compensation was said but when the man continued, Attie let out a relaxed sigh. Time. Time was something he had, and so long he wasn't going to be flung into danger or into something incredibly undesirable, that was completely and totally fine with him. Plus not being on his own for a short time might take some of the pressure off of being out of where he belonged, and that really took some weight off his shoulders.
"If that would help," he offered with a still slightly nervous chuckle, though he had relaxed considerably. A cheery smile found its way to his lips and he reached out his hand in greetings. Somehow... he really didn't see trouble from this stranger. Attie was usually a pretty good judge of that, so long as he wasn't tangling with someone who was outright scheming to deceive everyone. "I'm Atticus - or, Attie, really. No one calls me Atticus." He laughed, continuing, "But I would like to make it up to you, this was really my fault. Just let me know what I can do!"
He likely came across as a tad naive and over-accepting by reacting like that, but he really didn't get any sort of malicious vibe from the man. On top of that, he wasn't helpless by any means - even if he couldn't call for help from the handful of people he knew might be around, he could handle himself if push came to shove. He just wouldn't be the one doing the shoving first.
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Post by Zephyr on Jul 29, 2015 18:24:28 GMT -5
A relaxed sigh had betrayed the other man's tension as Zephyr dispelled any requests for money, and he was glad for that. It wasn't just for such a cute face to be so troubled. And wow. There was still a touch of nervousness to his laugh, but coupled with that smile--yeah this guy was illegal. Too cute, he needs to be arrested.
Wait he was getting ahead of himself. Ahem. Zephyr returned the sentiment, reaching his hand out as well to give a casual shake. "A pleasure to meet ya, Attie." (And dammit, that laugh had almost made him say cutie instead of Attie. In Zephyr's defense, they sounded similar!) "You can call me Zephyr. I won't stop you from making it up to me, but I'll be just fine having a cute face tagging along to my next destination." Oops he said it.
Laughing it off, he shoved the lime in one of his coat pockets and proceeded to kneel, fishing the limes from the puddle that had started to deflate, for lack of a better term. The limes that had fallen in looked a little... sparkly, now. Eh, Dustpanina could totally have them.
Tossing the citrus fruits and a few other items that had fallen out back into the box, he hoisted it up on one arm again and wiped his other hand on his pants leg. "I've got an idea," he started, full grin in place. "Why don't you tell me about yourself? Whatever you're comfortable with. I have a habit of weaving stories, but I like to keep them as factual as possible, of course." Of course. He offered a wink to Attie, and then gestured forward in the direction he had to head before gripping the box with both arms.
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Post by Atticus on Jul 29, 2015 19:46:17 GMT -5
It wasn't really fair that Attie had to make a terrible first impression on someone who was just so... charming? Definitely not fair. His outstretched hand was taken, though, the greeting accepted and returned and the stranger introduced himself as Zephyr. Attie meant to respond but the sound turned into a stifled, flustered laugh in his throat when he was referred to as having a cute face.
"Well, if, even if just a bit of company on your errand is helpful, I wouldn't mind the conversation." His hand was buried in his hair again, glancing away initially but finding the other man picking up the rest of his mess. He... wasn't. Really used to being called cute. Useful, maybe, helpful or occasionally things that were a lot less nice from people who thought status was everything. Even offhand comments from strangers were not really normal for him.
With that said, though, the flustered doctor tagged along after Zephyr in the direction he was heading. The pink haired man began to ask about him, mentioning that he liked spinning stories.
"There's.... not much about me really to know," he lied with a soft smile. There really wasn't anything he was willing to outright share until he had at least an idea of who Zephyr was. Too many things to share, too many people that he couldn't put at risk. "I'm just ordinary and unremarkable - though, I do like stories. I saw you had books - don't see very many of those around."
Okay, maybe he was a touch curious about what was in the box and why Zephyr had it. It seemed to be expensive things, uncommon things; it could probably go without saying that he was taking it to or from somewhere but... why? Maybe he just had a lot of money and strange, varied tastes or something. It definitely seemed a better idea to touch upon that than to go on about how he made a habit of illegally helping and protecting scavengers and vigilantes. Oops.
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Post by Zephyr on Jul 29, 2015 23:09:06 GMT -5
Okay Attie really needed to be apprehended because his mannerisms were just a bit too cute d a mn. A lopsided smile remained on Zephyr's face as he noticed the brunette touch his neck again. Still nervous--or maybe shy? Or, better yet, hiding plenty of secrets. That sparked his interest and he didn't even have a reason to believe such a thing yet.
That is, until Attie said there wasn't much about him to know. Heterochromatic eyes flickered over to the other man, glancing at his clothes, as he listened to him talk. People who said things like that always, without fail, had some sort of story behind them. And more often than not, these stories were good stories. Zephyr shifted the weight of the box in his arms again, musing about what mystery could by hiding just under the surface.
"Mm, they are hard to find, aren't they?" he said, almost coming off as distracted. Zephyr wasn't interested in smutty vintage romance novels. He read one once. The story was atrocious. He could do so much better, thank you very much. "But I prefer stories passed by word of mouth, myself. I could even make up something for you on the spot, if you wanted. Just give me a theme."
He flashed Attie another grin, just before slipping around a hole in his path. Oof, that would have caused a twisted ankle if he hadn't been paying enough attention. That was no good--the doctors of Novus were just a bit too overbearing for him, for the most part.
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Post by Atticus on Jul 29, 2015 23:20:53 GMT -5
There was agreement about the books, though the pink haired young man didn't take this as any sort of lead into explaining why he had a box with some in it. Maybe he was just... used to dealing with rare things. The way he brushed it off sort of seemed to imply that. Attie nodded as Zephyr talked, though, agreeing wordlessly with the bit about the stories. Yes, there was something about hearing someone get incredibly passionate about a story and the way people spoke that was just .... nothing compared to reading words on a screen. There was life to those kinda stories .
With a short - "Oh .. -" to the offer of hearing a story, Attie chewed the edge of his lip in thought for a second and then said, "If it's not trouble! Though it sounds like you'd enjoy that too."
He smiled, tucking hands behind his back to interlock fingers as he walked. Eyes darted to corners of buildings and the feet of people they passed, and then up to eaves and rooftops and the simulated sky so far up above and he wondered what he should ask. A theme? A theme. Ah - he had one, actually, the first to come to mind but he wondered if that was the kind of stories that Zephyr liked telling.
"How about a story about... limes?" He asked with a laugh, amused at his own joke. "No, no I'm just teasing and maybe I shouldn't."
A shy smile, he brought his gaze back to the other, tucked his hair behind his ear, realized he was doing that thing again why stop being so shy, and brought his hand behind his back again to keep from the tic. "I have always liked stories about adventures and romance and heroes. Fantastic danger and true love wins all," he laughed again, adding, "Just silly stories like that."
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