March 05, 2003.03.05.03. - mr. soap [tristan-diego][noje]
(james)
he's feeling a bit like the fucking mailman
come rain or snow or shine or sleet
SLEET
and he's just ambling through it the several miles towards the apartment complex
other than the driving biting piece of ice
it's not that bad of a walk, really
head bowed, shoulders hunched up
doing the best he can to somewhat protect himself from the weather
he would have taken a cab
but the last of his cash was spent last night
and he wouldn't dare drive himself in this weather
not that there are many people on the road
so that cuts out hitchiking, toosoon enough, he's spending a little spirit candy and getting himself past the front gate
shaking like a damned dog to get the ice out of his dreads
it.... mostly works
when there's no answer at Tristan's
the Gnawer heads upstairs
following the latent scents of the other Garou and the Kin
cause he's not exactly sure what the apartment number was
though..... (sniffsniff).... he'll take a wild guess at the door from behind which the smell of pancakes comes
just... because.so knuckles rap lightly
then he steps back to lean shoulders against the opposite wall
keeping himself in clear view of the peephole
just in case he's wrong
and also cause he's never been officially invited up here by Diego
he doesn't want to invade
but should someone take a peek out the door?
he's looking damn worried(tristan)
Amazingly, they want the same things - its learning to mesh them and get things to work together so they’re both happy is the challenge, and an enjoyable one at that. He laughs and lean shoulders roll in a lazy shrug. “A little bit, yeah. I’ll just have to play for you later so that I don’t loose that magic touch you love so much..”
A playful wink is offered, and that’s about when there’s a knock on the door and brows lift slightly… It’s not his place, so he doesn’t head straight for the door… but waits a moment… and then softly. “I’ll see who it is…” Gaia bless peepholes.
So it’s then that he moves to the door, kissing Diego on the way by in promise not to open it - even if he recognizes who’s out there. A look out the peephole and he’s turning to Diego.. “It’s James….” It’s not -his- place to invite him in… so there’s a soft.. “Just a sec, bro” through the door. Diego will open it - or he’ll step outside… it’s his lover’s choice.(diego)
the knock is strange, takes him by surprise has him reaching for extreemly large carving knife in the block beside him. and then tristans words filter through its james. an almost audable sigh of releif. hands that itched for the carving knide now relax placing fryingpan on stove (not on burner dont want to burn breakfast) and he pads quickly on bare feet too the front door sliding deadbolt out of the way and opening it with a smile "ola" sliding out of the way (more to get out of the breeze he is in only boxers and war paint(flour) aferall) "would you like to come in?"(james)
being greeted with a smile goes a long way
(remember what he thought you would do....)
though a brow lifts at the warpaint
nodding a bit as he pulls off the wall
stepping in now that he's been invited"Yeh.... came to see how Tristan was...."
(tristan)
“Hungry..” He looks somewhat sheepish as James walks in, and finds him standing there all patched up… and hands slide through his hair.. “Tried to call - no one was home… figured Dire and Decker had letcha know what happened.” He waits till james is in, and fingers caress over Diego’s finger as he pulls the door from his hand and shuts it, sliding the deadbolt back into place. “Diego called Harbin, he came last night and patched me up - still a little freaked, but physically sound.”(diego)
the warpaint? he's making pancakes. dont ask how this evolved into smudges of white through his raven black spikes or a handprint on his right pect but it does. he nods towards the larger kin as he closes the door behind james.moving back to the kitchen still dancing to the music that croons softly through the flat. more batter added more pancakes needed. has too gnawrers now to feed instead of just one. "you want pancakes?" as if thre will be a no,
(james)
he looks a little surprised to see the Kin all patched up
but by the end it all makes sense
he's nodding slowly while soaking it in"Dire told me about it earlier this evening..... sorta been out of the loop since the weekend."
any explanation is distracted by the offer of pancakes
going so far as to get his head to turn and follow the small Garou
(scooby snacks?!)"Please." as if there would be a no.... blinking to get back on track and attention back on the kin "Glad you're allright... if freaked."
(tristan)
Of course, the whole asking Harbin to come was a little tense and all, but he nods, offering a bit of a smile. “Dire saved the day. Never seen anyone pull a vertical leap like that. I made sure to pass the description of the guy to Harbin to help others be on the lookout if somehow he survived the fambe. I smashed his knee - I heard that fucker splinter… I don’t know anyone who could have pulled it off on two good legs - and he did it on one…”
and he moves around the kitchen, adding another plate and silverware to the pile - pretending to be useful, but really watching those swaying hips under the boxers as well as talking to his - their - friend.
A friend who gets a closer look, questioning, as there are shadows in his eyes that weren’t as deep before, there’s something there suggesting he’s not the only one who got beat up in the past few days.. he doesn’t question out loud, however, and only his dark eyes pose the question and offer the listening ear.(james)
there's an affirming nod
sums right up to what Dire told him"Speaking of being on the lookout...."
that's when he pauses
damn uncomfortable, the mellow Ahroun
even if he seems to relax finding a counter to lean against
then thinks better of it and moves to gather the condiments everyone wants
just.... something to do other than stand there"Some of Mother's children have been infected.... got bit by one the other day, outside the condo, lost control, ripped out my own throat and Livingston's been putting my back together since."
short and sweet
no uneccesary details there
we'll allow that to explain the shadows, hm?
though he's pausing again
how the fuck do you say something like this to another Gnawer?"So just, uh.... be careful of the rats, Tris. You, too, Diego... little fuckers went after us all."
(tristan)
lost control. Ripped out my own throat mother’s children
Well then.
He let’s james gather the condiments and watches him as he speaks, while grabbing his plate and making use of them as they arrive, butter slathered generously between every cake, followed by maple syrup, fork grabbed and he’s leaning against the counter next to Diego and staring at his bite..
How the fuck indeed…
He shakes his head slightly, and studies James - and something totally inane come to mind (oh, Livingston IS the healer…) and flits quickly away. We’ll allow that to explain the shadows for now (there is only one reason he’d tear out his throat.. went after us all) and he nods.. “Damn.. that’s..” He has nothing to say to that except nod that he will be careful.. tacking on at the end before finally taking that bite. (rats attacking is indeed something to forestall first bites) “Everyone? They allright?” A vision of Imogen’s bandage and Decker’s taping him up instead is remembered… now that makes sense.(diego)
doesnt like rats. frowns slightly though at the news. at the implications at the result. glad though that he seems to be ok and ripped his own throat out and not someone elses. livingston was one of the pack right. know the name was on the list along with a very breif description something about bob marley. 3 plates 3 piles of pancakes the gnawrers much larger than his own. handed over to each of them as he begins to spread the first well second actually he ate one just before) with sugar and lemon juice. them all is an abstract concept to him someone the other 2 mention in reference exept imogen hes met her.(james)
Tristan and Diego take it all in
he's busily slathering the stack with.... a little bit of everything, really
quiet through the first few bites
which sort've work through and clear nearly 1/3 of the stack
(damn the boy eats fast)
probably the best reason he could come up with to look down
nodding at bit at the end"Yeh.... think so." does he really? "Ran some cleansing rituals and Livingston said we were good."
(tristan)
Once that first bite is taken, he quickly falls into rhythm and gives James a run for his money on the fastest Gnawer to clean his plate deal, nodding at the end, though there’s a look (…no he doesn’t think so…) but he doesn’t question it.. “Good. Explains why Decker was so protective over Imogen the other night when they patched me up enough to get home.” He pauses to chuckle and rubs a spot where that last bitta tape stuck… his grin amused.. “He taped my ribs so damn tight I couldn’t breath - and outright threatened to go tighter if I didn’t quit smiling at Imogen..” and that amused grin slides into a playful chuckle. Because he? Just smiled at Imogen again mere seconds after the warning, didn’t he.(diego)
hes lucky to be about a 1/4 of the way through while the other 2 are cleaning thier plate and licking fingers. watching those two eat is just scary. sitting cross legged on the bench top plate in one hand fork in the other he just watches making his way slowly through his food.(james)
plate all but licked clean
simply because that would be rude
so he's mopped up whatever saucey stuff is left with the last bit of pancake
you should see him eat when he's starving"Yeh..... must've happened right after. I was out for a good twenty-four hours."
the shrug noncommital
pulling off from where he's been leaning to rinse the plate and leave it in the sink
reaching a hand out for Tristan's, too"How'd it happen, anyway? Dire said he whomped on you just for fun."
(tristan)
He hands his plate over, nodding slightly his thanks, leaning against the counter next to Diego, his hand draping over diego’s knee, the move so simple, so smooth, so… comfortable… he doesn’t realize he did it right off, and then there’s a soft caress of his thumb across skin when he does. “Went out to get some dinner for Diego - the boy never eats, obviously” teasing grin, before it fades slightly.. “Was coming out of Nikki’s and this guy just barreled right into me. I had the nerve to apologize, and he started in - said I was in his way, and just stepped into my space, yannow? I was walking back - wouldn’t turn my back, because this dude was SERIOUSLY creepy, I mean my skin was trying to crawl away without me kinda creepy - and he just kept going.. I said ‘fuckin’ or something and then he was all over me about being impertinant and using filthy language and not answering his questions. He slapped me then - and I shoved him back, whaled the case into his ribs and he barely grunted, bout then he got me in the groin and jaw, I smashed his knee, Dire showed up - and the dude did that vertical leap. Dire set his ass on fire, he disappeared and Dire stood guard and called Decker and Imogen before he’d let me move…”(diego)
there is a very low very dangerous growl that comes from the small garou. sitting on the kitchen bench.seems strange comming from such a timid broken creature. yet there are some things that are not allowed and hurting Tristan is one of them. is glad dire was there. (who would of thought he would be glad dire and decker where anywhere but far far away)
(james)
he's not too happy about it either
they can tell by that tight hold on his temper
he's got reasons to be sad, angry, hurt, worried... even more
but it all seems to boil into frustration
thank Gaia it's a slender moon above (all. that. sleet.)
hanging out by the sink as he listens
reaching for Diego's plate, too, when he's done
the growl doesn't throw him
in fact? he's happy to hear it"Next time? Watch your mouth.... keep Diego and I from having coronaries, hm?"
course, if Tris had gotten wind of what happened to him
he's sure he'd be burying the Kin right about now
that's when he finally looks up
a bit of that ol' familiar grin peeking through
he's damn sure Tris didn't say fuckin' only once(tristan)
The growl gets a soft caress, and then he nods with something of a sheepish grin. “I censored twice.. the last one just kinda slipped. “ And yeah - if he had heard, if he knew more then he knows now in this aftermath and everyone’s patched up (except for those shadows. There was something more, and he knows it.) He’d have been the first to James’ side - after Rune, of course, and there would be hell to pay somewhere.
His grin answers that familiar one, and he nods.. “Yessir - I’ll be washing m’mouth out with…” Sly glance at the Latino Walker “….soap… and behave m’self.” And it was only like.. 3 times. Or so. And a few censored ones. And then afterwards with the tight wrapping job done by Decker… and. Well. Yeah. “You live and learn…” or don’t and die.
(diego)
he has to laugh at the look he cant help it. i am not soap. "where is the fun in behaving" an answering grin for his own. although he is very worried about the kin he doesnt want to have to be a hero and if Tristan goes running off to the rescue (like the knight in shinning armour he is) then Diego will follow. your going to drag us all down to hell you are.(james)
soap.
riiiiiight.
the Ahroun sure believes that one
must be those new ergonomic bars, or something"Well. I'm glad you're allright, now... and glad as hell Dire showed up."
who'da thunk he'd ever be grateful to the Skald?
and there's a look, there
that admonishing one that says what he won't infront of Diego
that whole 'you better watch your fuckin' mouth next time cause I'm not get my ass into trouble just to save yours cause you were cocky, you're a Gnawer, use your bigger head when it's appropriate' lecture cast into a simple, breif look
just cause it's one of those looks that just has to be...er.... said
by then he's already starting towards the door"Gotta get back before the weather gets too bad, just wanted to check on you since I wasn't around before. Thanks for dinner Di....uh.... Mr. Soap." smirked, winked, seems there is a sense of humor beneath all those shadows "Night you two."
(tristan)
He knows, he knows. It might have been avoided, partially - but then again? James didn’t see the guys eyes. He didn’t feel the guy either, and some things really can’t be avoided and this, he thinks, was one of them. But he doesn’t say that, not even with that patented look thing the two of them have going on. There’s just a nod (I know. I will. And I got your back too, you cocky somebitch so be careful lest we both freak out Diego..) and slight grin. (Aw shucks dad..)
All without a word.
He nods, and that grin continues to play around his lips, before breaking into outright laughter at James’ parting shot… “Night James, you be careful out there, huh?” In the sleet, in the rain, in general, watch the rats, etc, etc.
(diego)
he had gottenup to start washing dishes. as once more looks are exchanged. he likes missing looks. but the conversation is not missed. Mr soap one very wet soapy spnonge hits the door just as he leaves, was obviously meant to hit him.(james)
there's a nod mixed in with a smile, just before the door closes
(yea, yea, yea, mother.... I'll be careful.... )
he heard the water begin to run as he was heading out
then heard the tell-tale SPLAT! of something hitting the doorall they can hear is that sudden burst of laughter before bootsteps echo down the hall
Posted by james at March 05, 2003 12:00 AM
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