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Fridge Rights; are earned in non-standard ways.
Topic Started: November 16, 2015, 9:42 pm (106 Views)
Penny
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Character: Angel
Date: March 31st
Time: Midday
Place: Josh’s apartment



Wardah felt that, on some level, she owed Josh an apology. For being a bad guest and zoning out if nothing else. But she probably owed an apology to Kurt as well, for going silent most of the other night and then taking off as soon after dinner as she could. But really, it had been slightly uncomfortable watching their auras trying to breed. Not that she could look away; it had been fascinating in its own way. So she probably owed them apologies for being a voyeur as well.

Having come to the conclusion that she needed to do something, Wardah found herself knocking on Josh’s door. She rapped a couple times, paused, and then rapped again before trying the handle. Finding it open, she let herself into Josh’s apartment, certain he was alone in there as she was only able to hear one aura coming from within. Glancing around, she made note of the direction the song was coming from before heading in the direction of the kitchen, decidedly not trailing sand around this time.

“I had a bruise for three hours after your dinner party, you know.” She informed Josh, because his kick had hurt. “That gives me free access to your fridge, eff why eye.”

The fact that the fridge in her own suite was decidedly still untouched despite having been stocked upon her arrival (because Wardah could not cook) had nothing to do with wanting access to Josh’s fridge. She actually had something she wanted to talk to him about with his cooking. Opening the fridge, she peered into the contents and… Found a lot of plastic containers. Some seemed part of some matching set, quite possibly from his mother in Kentucky, while others seemed to have contained lunch meat from the store at one point and were kept for convenience.

Wardah frowned at the contents. It was so hard to determine what was what when it wasn’t in its own restaurant marked bag… She started pulling out containers and peeking inside to discover what was what. It was an interesting task, almost like sneaking peeks at Christmas gifts!

A collection meeting her approval was starting to gather on the nearby counter space.



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Marc
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Character: Icarus
Date: March 31st
Time: Midday
Place: Josh’s apartment


When the knock – or knocks – on his apartment door came, Josh didn’t even hear them. Too lost was he in his music, and too focused. He was sitting on his couch, bare feet tugged under as he had his legs folded, wings fanned out behind him, unhindered by a shirt once more as he had chosen not to wear one in the privacy of his own apartment. On his right knee, his guitar sat perched, and he was strumming along, accompanying his humming, while, with the stub of a pencil he was holding in his hand, he kept jutting notes and scribbling words to a new song that was only just now forming in his mind. Parts of it, he could already hear very clearly, almost as if he was listening to a recording rather than something that was still purely inside of his mind. Other parts were still obscure, waiting to be discovered, large gaping holes within the music that he still needed to fill. The lyrics of the song were mostly there already, written and now, only being edited to suit to the music. It was the tale of a star-crossed love, of wanting something that could never be obtained, though the sadness was counter-pointed by a melody that seemed almost hopeful at times. He didn’t need a shrink to tell him what exactly he might be working through as he was penning those words. It was fairly self-evident even to a layman like himself. In fact, it was almost ridiculous but then, any artist took their inspiration where it would strike, so he wasn’t going to complain too much about having felt inspired by his own sweet torment.

As such, when he looked up and there, suddenly, out of nowhere, Wardah seemed to have appeared, right in the middle of the kitchen aisle that opened up to his sitting area, he startled, his wings flaring behind himself in an immediate flight response that he just managed to suppress.

“Whoa! Where’d y’all come from?” he laughed, only just slightly on the breathy side as he tried to recover him calm. Unfolding his long legs and setting his guitar aside, he rose to meet her in the kitchen aisle where she was raiding the fridge quite thoroughly (if a whole lot less systematically).

“A bruise?” What was she even talking about? He couldn’t recall anything bruise-worthy happening in the course of that evening, but then again, she might have bumped her knee on something while he was too busy not looking all too actively at Kurt. Despite his uncertainty in regards to her reasonings behind granting herself access to his fridge, he handwaved the fact that she was taking food. “Knock yerself out. Ah was gonna call ya over fer a left-over lunch if’n Ah hadn’t forgotten t’ actually break fer lunch up until now.” Music had that effect on him. “An’ if’n Ah’d been sure ya’d even know what Ah might mean with left-overs.” Now his tone was teasing, the statement accompanied by a wink. He was fairly certain that she knew. At least .. 80% so.

“There’s plenty a’ food left an’ Ah ain’t gonna need nothin’ t’night ..” Or so he was hoping. If he could persuade Kurt to join him for an outing to San Francisco. A trip. A visit. An excursion. Anything but a date. “.. so do help yerself.”

He laughed as he watched her go through container after container, eventually stepping in with “So .. unless ya’d wanna .. Ah dun know .. stumble ‘cross mah lube or somethin’ .. “ Maybe he liked it like that, alright? “.. maybe Ah should take over an’ put a plate t’gether fer ya?” It wasn’t likely that she would stumble across anything even half so yucky as lube in the fridge, not even spoiled and spoiling food as he was very conscientious about actually eating all of his left-over rather than letting them go bad. It was, after all, the frugal thing to do. “Ya got a good head-start there, but ya’ve missed out on all ‘em goodies so far.”

“Sorry Ah din’t catch yer arrival earlier – Ah was lost in writin’ a song t’ add t’ mah collection.” It wouldn’t be the first song he’d ever written. “Got struck bah some inspiration this mornin’ that simply wanted t’ be committed t’ paper.” He gave a half-apologetic, half-sheepish smile.

“So .. ya gained yerself a bruise durin’ the dinner? What did ya do? Hit yer leg on somethin’?” he inquired, then tried to segue seamlessly into the next question that was burning on his mind. “Did ya at least enjoy that dinner? Ya seemed .. very far away in yer thought fer the longest time. Ah hope it weren’t mah cooking. Or mah attempts at table conversation. Ah know that mah topics ain’t nowhere as riveting an’ sophisticated as ya might be used t’, but ..” He grinned. “.. Ah got somethin’ t’ make up fer any deficiencies – Ah got a Kurt, who ain’t only jus’ fascinatin’ but also, interestin’ an’ plain fun t’ watch.” His grin grew at the mention of Kurt. “Soo .. “ He tried for nonchalance. “.. he’s brilliant, an’ really nice, as in ‘a genuinely nice person’. Dun ya think so?” Oh gawd, was there any way of making this sound slightly less juvenile?

All the while, he was making her a plate full of food to reheat in the microwave. “Did ya know that beans, fer example, git better with every time ya reheat ‘em? Ain’t no scientific reason fer it, Ah jus’ know that it’s very real.”


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