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 Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 12:56 am
The guy’s antics got a smirk out of Gaius who largely just listened for the most part, offering his help where it was needed and largely being his usual over-protective self.
“Yeah, what kind of vacation is this? Where are the grass-wearing hula dancers and little tropical drinks and stuff? I demand a coconut drink!”
He laughed, at least for a moment. However, his mind went from vacation to work, and remembering the non-existent job he’d been hired for and the truth Sabin had slapped in his face. So long, he’d been hoping to make it, to be a successful architect… His face fell, and he continued on with Liamh silently.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 1:09 am
"Fire dancers," Liamh added to Gaius' comments. "I demand fire dancers, dammit. And i'm getting one of those umbrella drinks. A whole armload of them. I want a Mai Tai. And a Blue Hawaii. And strawberry daquiri. And as many margueritas as i can drink!" he scowled, trudging along at a marching pace. "Good and soused, that's what i need to get. I'll just pickle myself. See what they think of that, huh." he turned and shook his fist in what he thought was the general direction of the laboratories. "HOW'S YOUR GARDEN GROW NOW, MARY?" he went back to grumbling under his breath. "Cockleshells my skinny arse..."
As they neared his duplex, he stared up at it. "Hey, Gaius...?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 1:12 am
Liamh's dialogue just got weirder as they went... maybe some of those roots were messing with his brain? Gaius shuddered at the thought of brain-vines.
At the inquiry, Gaius looked down at the guy quizzically. "Yeah?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 1:24 am
Liamh shuffled his weight off of Gaius' support and leaned on the rail of his stairs. ".... thanks, by the way." he said more quietly. "I shouldn't have barged in, but.... look, whatever was bothering you, don't beat yourself up too long.... you've got friends, okay? A lot of 'em."
He turned and faced the stairs, testing his leg on one of the steps. "And I wanna see those crappy blueprints," he called over his shoulder. "I need a reason to get up in the morning... Well, actually, i don't," he quipped, glancing over his shoulder with an apologetic smile, made more of a grimace by the gaping skin. "Big day already..." He shook his head sadly, thinking of the dread he was feeling facing the rest of the people he knew, the way he looked. He didn't want to face a mirror any time soon, but he knew he'd have to. "Anyway, whatever. See ya, Orlando."
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 1:51 am
Gaius shook his head. “Hey, no need to apologize… though it’s appreciated. It wasn’t your fault after all. And…” He glanced away, avoiding Liamh’s eyes. “Thanks. It’s… nice to know.”
He hunkered a bit, feeling guilty. “Ah, right, the blueprints… I’ll… see what I can do. I think we all need something to get us through each day…” Turning away, Gaius sighed and spoke, more to himself, “…I just wish I knew what it was.”
Casting a glance back Liamh’s direction, he saw that the guy was managing okay on his own. With that reassurance, he managed a small smirk as a thought came to him. He called back as he started the walk back to his duplex, “Right. Same to you too, Treebeard!”
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 2:04 am
Liamh stopped in his slow, wobbly tracks, and turned his head. "Tree-b... HEY!" he scowled. He would have shaken a fist over his head, were his free 'hand' not wrapped up in the towel. He shook his head and grumbled to himself, summoning the energy to drag himself up the rest of the stairs one step at a time. Good lord, he was beat.... or would it be bushed?
Hand on the doorknob, he tried not to think of any more puns to go with that.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 7:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 7:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 1:01 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 8:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 8:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 9:32 pm
Late Christmas Eve, Gaius slipped out of his duplex. Donned in his usual work jeans, now getting quite frayed, and the only scarf he’d brought with him from Pennsylvania, Gaius smiled slyly to himself. He’d called off work for the day, being Christmas Eve and all. The theater hadn’t been the only thing keeping Gaius’ hands busy the past month. Now, he had some festivity to spread…
It’d take several trips, seeing as how bulky the stuff was… Gaius glanced back at the pile. There was only one gift amongst them that wasn’t such a ‘nice’ gift. He chewed on his lip. Should he really be doing that? He could just leave it out… After all the trouble caused by their encounters, did he really need to stir up any more? But no, he wanted to send a message… To remind him he did remember what he’d attempted when Gaius, in trust, had turned his back.
Picking up the first of the load, Gaius trotted off into the night.
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 6:06 am
On Christmas Morning, you think you hear a scratching at the front of Bobby's door. When you do go to check, you find tethered to your door handle a happy, squirming Australian Shepherd dog.  It looks young, but definitely not a puppy, and has not been fixed. It is wearing a collar and an ear tag. On the collar is a metal tag engraved with the name Vixen. In the clip holder besides your door, there is a manila envelope with a photocopied page inside: Lineart by EvionVixen, coloring by EvionVixen
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 6:58 pm
On his doorstop is an empty bottle of rum, resealed and containing a rolled up piece of paper. Gaius may have to break the bottle to get the note out.  Merry Christmas.
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