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 Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 7:03 pm
Quinn frowned at him. "It is mostly cheese," He said, "And pasta. I can do cheesy things. And pasta's easy." He put some water to boil on the oven, and sprinkled some salt inside, humming happily.
"So," Quinn said, "Something Seamus told me the other day got me thinking. I've only been out of the city once. Let's go camping, one night, to the desert!" He leaned against the counter while he waited for the water to boil.
"We can bring Sydni, too! And Murphy and Seamus! It'd be like a party campout! We'd have to wait for Seamus to get out of the hospital, though. So that gives us time to plan. I'm making that your job, because you're probably a good planner. You plan. Here," He said, pantomiming passing a torch to Vale, "I give you the planning duties! Go forth, and fulfill them!" The water was boiling, so he dumped in some elbow macaroni haphazardly.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 7:46 pm
"No," Valeriu immediately, and quickly, cut him off. He pantomimed throwing that torch right out of his hands and out the window. "No. Not again. Never again."
Agitated, he lifted himself onto a chair, curling up in it sourly.
"I've already done that. V'ith the Carnegies. It v'as horrible. Terrible. I can never forget, never. I v'as so small then, so stupid!" He shuddered, and curled up tighter. "No, no, no. I am v'iser now. I know now. Camping and Carnegies means terrible things. Beyond your v'orse imaginations."
His voice dropped to a whisper.
"The things they know how to do--"
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 11:09 am
"Fine, then not the carnegies! Faylen, and Writ, or something. Maybe Fish, if he gets over Dwayne dying." He looked at Vale, seriously. "Fish's boyfriend died. I was there. I watched it. True story. I killed a bunch of black suits, though. That was pretty awesome." He went back to cooking.
The noodles were now ready to be poured into the water, and he did so, stirring them about so they wouldn't burn on the bottom.
"What exactly do they know how to do?" Quinn asked, interested.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 11:24 am
His features turned sharp, and he obstinately threw his legs over the side of the chair and crossed his arms over his chest, resting his back against the other side.
"I v'ould not go camping v'ith any of them. Not right now." Not when his body was so badly beaten that there was a possibility he would lose another fight. Everything hurt right now, and pain slowed him down as much as he tried to slog through it. "Especially," he spat, "Ciro's murderer."
His mood had darkened, matching the subtle and hateful glow in his eye.
"That's a shame. That's a damn shame. But kinda funny that he had a boyfriend, v'hen he came to our clubhouse throwing around insults about me and Ciro. Just because I do laundry, and clean, and make good food, and had to treat Ciro like I v'as his damn mother to get him to do anything--" He was on a roll, now, tail lashing angrily as he brewed in the chair. "And v'hen Ciro tried to defend me, v'hat he do? He killed him."
He frowned, and curled into the chair, and wished he had his partner-in-crime back.
"I hope Fish loses everything and everyone he cares about," he stated, haughtily. "And then I v'ill kill him. Slowly. Painfully."
He grunted, sourly, and buried his face in the back corner of the chair seat, legs still splayed haphazardly over the arm and tail fluffed unhappily.
Grumpy kitty.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 5:42 pm
Quinn frowned.
Oh yeah. That.
He shrugged. "Fine! No camping. You win, mister party pooper." He stirred the macaroni some more, if only to give him something to do.
"You do that," Said Quinn, nodding to Vale. "Just don't let him touch your arm. And also, he has these little water orby things that float around his head, so don't let him kill you with those. Oh, and that trident is pretty nasty, too." The macaroni would be done soon, so he pulled the strainer out and set it in the sink.
"Fish is usually nice to me," He muttered, "But, in a mean way. Like, I think he likes me deep down, but he tries his best to hate me."
He shrugged.
"Besides, he knew me more when I was young. And irrational, and flighty." He nodded, sagely. "All the things I have grown out of, now. For I am a mature, productive member of society!" He held up the wooden spoon he had been using to stir the macaroni powerfully, then looked back at Vale.
"You still sure about that Tepin thing?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 6:04 pm
He grumbled into the cushion of the chair, but kept the information in mind. It was always good to have an idea of what you were up against.
An added snort made it clear exactly how mature and productive Valeriu thought Quinn was, rolling back over to watch him stir the macaroni. Oh yes. Very powerful.
Not.
"I-" He thought of Tepin, going after Quinn with the gun. A gun, of all things - in a public place. Even he had to admit that that was insane. And she hadn't, she hadn't told him. All of the truth. "I am never sure," he admitted, hesitantly. "Not about much of anything, anymore."
He shrugged, and slunk down lower in the chair.
"She loves me." And he cared about her, honestly he did. But it was new; he didn't know whether his care would grow or not. This was what dating was, right? Not knowing. Not being sure. Just leaping blindly off a cliff, after a spark of attraction. Not knowing where it ends.
He didn't want to hurt her. And he wanted to try, at least.
"I'd be a fool to dismiss that."
He didn't want to lose what he had.
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