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 Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 10:18 pm
Ooh, ouch. Well, fine, be that way. "Hey, someone's got to do it," he said with a shrug, leaning back in his seat. Really, didn't get too offended at the comment. It was a kinda crappy job to have, he'll be the first to admit it. Seeing as he's the one that ends up with the whole aching feet and back and head and legs and arms and everything. "But at least I'm getting paid."
And hey. If she didn't want to talk to him anymore, he wasn't making her stay or anything. And if she wanted him to be a viking, she might want to change her mind, as he would take it rather literally and carry her off to be a sacrifice or loot or something or another.
"Yyyep." The last of the coffee was drained in one large gulp. "Would get it before the dinner rush if you don't want to wait forever, though."
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 10:35 pm
Guinevere had never heard of hard labour in her life. Since it was so foreign to her, she felt perfectly comfortable being smugly superior to Lind. She was sure that she was never going to have to hold a nine to five job.
She didn't know much about vikings, just that she had liked Lind better when they were both little and accompanied by Kemuri. If that was what Vikings did, well, that wasn't too bad. Whatever Vikings did, she bet they weren't sarcastic about it. However, if he got any sudden ideas about carrying her off, she was... She was...
Well, she was going to be very snippy about it.
Getting up, she said "Right. I'll be walking you to work, then! Wouldn't want to make you late." She held out her hand like a mother would to a child that didn't want to leave the supermarket. "After all, you're done your coffee now, right?"
So was she! How convenient!
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 10:53 pm
One of these days, she will learn. And then Lind will laugh. Because it's never nice to make fun of someone. Leaves you open to being made fun of back. And many people seemed to like him better when he was a kid. He hadn't learned sarcasm yet, then, so that might've been it. Puberty'll do that to a kid.
And no. Anything but being snippy. He'll do anything. Just not the snippiness. Oh the horror, the humanity.
...he might find it hilarious, actually.
"Er..." He still had like....forty five minutes left before his shift started. But he's just going to go out on a branch and say that that really doesn't matter in this situation. "Al....right." Though he draws the line at being led around by the hand. He's not five, he won't run off. Promise. So up it was, tossing the cup into the trash as he grabbed the bundle of clothes his elbow had been leaning on.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 11:02 pm
"Good!" she said, nodding, and nearly nodding off as she did so. Knees wobbling, she clenched her fists. She had to pull herself together!
"Right, let's go." Attempting to grab his hand anyway and utterly failing to manage to get it from him, she gave up and stepped out into the night in confidence that he was going to follow.
She looked around once she got outside, still swaying slightly.
Pause.
"...Where do you work?" she asked helplessly.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 11:25 pm
Lind watched Guin as she wobbled and swayed, trailing after her. Wobble. Good lord. "Do you, uh...want me to take you home or something?"he asked, nudging her in the right direction of the restaurant. It was only a few doors down from the cafe, so it only took a few moments to get there.
"Er, anyways, you can wait here and look over the menu," he said, nodding at the seats in the entryway of the restaurant. "I have to get changed, but I'll be back in a few to take your order."
And back shortly he was, having changed out of the rather grungy clothes he had been in and into ones that were even bordering on fancy. What a change, what a change. He scraped his hair back into a ponytail as he made is way back to Guin, fishing his dupe pad and a pen out of one of the pockets of his apron. "Have you decided yet?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 11:47 pm
"N-no!' Guinevere said hastily. "I'm fine, okay?"
She hadn't slept for a little less than a week.
She sat down at a table, hesitantly picking up the menu and squinting at it, lower lip pouting outwards as she did so. Occasionally, her head rolled forward and her eyes fell shut, but she snapped back, blinking.
She blinked even more as Lind, was that Lind, he looked nearly respectable, came out. "Uh..." she said, still trying to register the change and make the person in front of her line up with Lind in her mind.
"...What do you think is best?" she asked finally, looking back at the menu.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 11:59 pm
Almost respectable? Well, pssh, are you kidding me? The job required nothing less than downright respectableness. Nice shoes and tie and everything. Lind stared at her for a moment, watching her try and stay awake before he scribbled something down on the pad. "This just for you, or are you getting something for someone else?"
"And after I put this is, I am going to get my car and take you hope when your food's done, because hell if you're falling asleep in your food and making a mess in my station." he said with an air of finality to it. And hey, if she said no, then he'd just have to carry her to the car, snippiness be damned.
...Also because he really didn't have to be here for another half an hour or so.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 12:07 am
"Not just for me, for someone else, too," she added, thinking of her mother.
At his next statement, she attempted to stand up and protest, but her shaky legs informed her that it was really better for her to sit down and protest, all things considered. Looking around embarrassedly at the people in the restaurant to see if they'd heard his threat, Guinevere hissed "It's takeout," under her breath so as to avoid unwanted attention. "I can't mess up your station because I'm not eating my food here. I certainly appreciate your obviously deep rooted concern, but like I said before, I am totally, and completely fine!"
It looked like poor Lind was getting the snippiness already whether he picked her up or not.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 12:16 am
Something else was scribbled down on the pad. "Alright then, it'll be a few minutes, so you can either wait in here, or come with me after I put it in." he said before turning around and walking to the computer before she could say anything back. totally and completely fine. Sure. We'll go with that.
After wrestling with the computer for a moment, he took off his apron and wadded it under his arm, pausing briefly by Guin on his way out. "And you're getting free delivery, so stop complaining." He took a few steps towards the door before turning back. "Are you going to wait in here?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 12:24 am
Guinevere opened her mouth to argue, but he was using her own trick on her, sweeping her up in the flow of events, and she was too tired to put up much of a fight.
"At least let me pay you for driving me home." she insisted wearily, reaching out to grab hold of his arm and follow him.
"I'll get you for this, you know," she mumbled, but as her sleepiness caught up with her, it was pretty unconvincing.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 7:36 am
"Nope!" he said cheerfully, pulling her along towards the car. Which she'll probably hate, as it's....well. It's not pretty. But it works! Which is the important thing, right? But still, it was an ugly truck, he'll be the first to admit it.
"By what, falling asleep on me?" Horrible fate. Hoooooorrible. And so the car came into view, and he managed to detach Guin from his arm so he could get in it and start it and not crash because he couldn't use one arm. Not crashing was good.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 8:57 am
Guinevere's eyes shut as soon as she got in the car with Aethelind, but snapped open as the nightmare began to start minutes later. It was funny, that, because it didn't even wait for her to be properly sleeping, but what it definitely meant was that she couldn't fall asleep on Lind even if she wanted to. (And she sort of didn't.)
As the car pulled up to her house, she mustered her faculties to say "Thank you very much," and put money on her seat and stumble away very quickly. Halfway home, a red haired woman rushed out onto the lawn to help her despite Guinevere waving her away. The red haired woman gave Lind a drawn little smile and a wave and helped her daughter back inside.
According to the twenty dollars on the passenger seat, Guinevere had gotten him back.
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