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 Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 10:11 pm
((Shut up I can't title things. xx))
Mikhail had had a bad day, and bad days called for stuff like ice cream. The ice cream at home hand ended up in the back of the freezer, and once things ended up there...well, they stayed there for a little too long. Once delicious and minty, it had morphed into a gummy, freezer-burned mess unfit for consumption. The only thing left to do had been to go out and get something a little less narky. Rather than go to the store and get a whole new carton, since it was bound to meet the same fate a few months down the line, he went for the nearest ice cream shop instead.
Now settled outside with a cup of ice cream - cones were horrible and messy - he sucked on the plastic spoon and happily thought about nothing at all.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 10:35 pm
Television commercials. They were the bane of his lazy as hell existance. Laying on his beaten up couch, one foot up on the arm of it, totally relaxed and comfortable. Then a damned commercial came on with ice cream and god damn, he just had to have it. Often driven by his stomach into movement. Up and out of his house, never bothering to put on anything more than torn up pants, sluggishly moving through the city.
There. Icecream. Perfect. Didn't even look around or check the perimeter or any of that crap, went right to the cashier and got himself a nice cone of chocolate icecream. Somebody told him chocolate was bad for cats once. He'd never really cared about doing what was good for his health anyways. As he turned around, however, his eyes fell on a recognizable face.
Oh damnit. He just wanted some icecream. Stood where he was, biting into the side of the cone with no concern for licking or spoons or whatever it was they had on the instructions. Didn't think they even came with instructions. Said nothing. Just chomped.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 10:45 pm
Even if you were zoned out, it was kind of hard to miss Morty. He was all big and...Morty-like, after all. Mik just sort of stared for a minute, wondering what the hell was up with his luck today. He'd managed to go the better part of a year without seeing any other Fa'e, and now it was four in one day.
...still, at least it was just Morty, and as far as he knew Morty was neither female nor crazy. Weird, yes, but not so bad in the scheme of things.
Hardly feeling sociable, Mik made some vague sound of acknowledgement and kept eating.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 11:02 pm
Mortimer sighed out heavily, teeth biting into the icecream cone. No point in pretending they didn't see eachother. It was immature and. Well. Didn't care about being mature or anything, but he hadn't seen anyone for a long time. Chocolate was unhealthy, but, so was being a hermit. Probably. So he grabbed the chair across from Mikhail and pulled it out, sitting on the edge of it. Wings sort of awkwardly skewed on one side, tail a lump on the ground.
Bit the rest of his icecream, leaving only the cone behind, which was in two pieces now. "Mmn." All he said, if that could even be considered speaking. Bit off pieces of the delicious waffle cone, wasn't one of those bastards who threw it away. That was just a shameful waste of very delicious foodstuffs. Shameful.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 11:09 pm
"Hey," he responded, no more enthusiastic than the older Fa'e, and watched him eat. What a weird way to eat ice cream. Mik stuck with his spoon, scraping at the bottom of the styrofoam cup to get at the last of the green deliciousness.
Boring, maybe, but there was something to be said for uneventful encounters.
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