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 Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 10:06 pm
Evan Stetson had taken art classes for a week, and all he had gotten out of it by the time he decided to drop them and pursue a career in writing was the ability to fold napkins into animal shapes. He was doing that now, sitting with his son at the counter of the corner café and attempting to kill time as David decided what to order.
"You're gonna have to decide someday, Dave," he pointed out mildly, picking up another napkin from the dispenser sitting between them.
"Fine then, do us a giraffe," replied the boy from his own stool, busy frowning up at the menu.
"You know what I mean, Buddy." Evan said exasperatedly, though he began to fold the giraffe anyway. "It's not even like it's a big menu."
David shot him a look, and spent a few more moments pretending to think about it so it wouldn't seem like he was giving in, and finally said "BLT, then?"
"Hallelujah, the time to order hath come," Evan retorted, which got him a funny face from David as he slid off his chair and over to the register. "A BLT on wheat bread, an iced tea, a black coffee, and a pastrami sandwich on rye, if you please." Grabbing his wallet, he paid and brought the order back on a tray. "Tea for you, sandwich for you, coffee for me, sandwich for me. Dig in."
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 10:37 pm
Maggie walked in, her hand attempting to hold onto the intangible one of of the small child she lead in. The blue-green girl's light skin swirled around, and her feet seemed to disappear and reform with each step she took.
They walked behind Evan and David, and took a seat a few places away from the pair. The older woman was dressed more low-key today, wearing a black vest over a frilly gray shirt, a short black skirt and a large red bow at her neck to top it off. Caissa had been happy to see this, preferring the woman in almost normal clothing, instead of the crazy princess-y dresses that she seemed to don often.
"What do you want?" she asked her adoptive daughter.
The swirling skin seemed to move faster, almost angrily.
"I know you're still little, but you'll have to make some noise sometime," she said.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:50 pm
David was the first to look at the intangible girl, and eventually, Evan looked up over the giraffe he was folding in between bites of sandwich to see what had caught the kid's attention.
"An interesting thing," he commented to David. "Glad you're a bit more solid than that- I can only imagine that bathtime is a heck of an undertaking."
Other than the fact that Evan had seen David come out of a pod with a picture of an alien in it, it was hard to believe that his son had come from outer space. For all intents and purposes, he looked completely human, albeit a human wearing eyeliner that couldn't be scrubbed off with mere soap. However, the kid he was looking at was clearly not human. He eyed her curiously, but from afar. Evan was a peoplewatcher, but he wasn't exactly a conversationalist unless he was talking through his column for the newspaper.
However, David was somewhat more upfront than Evan. Hopping down from his stool and ignoring Evan's insistent 'no', he went over to the girl and asked "How d'you walk with those feet, anyway?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 9:42 pm
The waiter had set a large piece of cake down in front of the two girls, and Caissa started to dig in (Maggie was still baffled as to how eating and digestion actually worked in the strange girl...but she felt she'd probably never get an answer on it).
Maggie glanced over her shoulder, as David spoke, and looked back at Caissa, who was pointedly ignoring him and shoveling the cake into her mouth. Eying it longingly (confetti cake with raspberry filling and butter cream frosting!) as it seemed to almost vanish before her eyes, she elbowed Caissa (her elbow, naturally, passing right through the girl's shoulder). It worked anyway, the girl looked down at David.
She huffed. Or rather, she made the motions of a huff, but no sound seemed to come out. She put the fork down, and pushed off from the chair, gently floating (or beaming?) down to the ground. Her foot formed solidly as she touched down, and she pushed forward, propelling her floating body in the direction she wanted to go, and as she half-stepped, half-floated forward, her foot disappeared and the other formed as it touched lightly.
Assuming this was a sufficient answer, she made her way back to her cake.
Which was already gone.
Caissa whirled on David, narrowing her barely visible eyes. This was obviously HIS fault.
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 8:58 pm
Sensing hostility, David raised his hands and said, "Wasn't me," quickly as he could. Though he was more of a people person than Evan had ever been, the odd pair had a mutual fear of confrontation. "Cake in't that great, anyway." His hands were rummaging around in his pockets while he spoke now.
"I bet that..."
"You'd rather 'ave a cat, right?" The dapper looking boy pulled a folded napkin out of his jacket, throwing a grin at Caissa along with the token peace offering. "S'all I got, sorry. Don't often carry cakes around, what with it gettin' kind of messy."
Evan raised an eyebrow as he chewed his sandwich. Either teaching his son how to fold paper napkin animals had actually turned out to be a useful life skill, or David was about to get ragged on by an angry, gaseous baby. Both of the options seemed equally diverting, and he glanced over at the girl's parent to see if she was noticing the unfolding drama too.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 10:14 pm
Caissa kept her eyes narrowed. HE may not have eaten her cake, but HE distracted her so that her evil guardian could sneak in and get it! Her eyes suddenly widened and her hands went up in front of her mouth.
CAKE WASN'T THAT GOOD?!? What kind of stupid was this boy?
As he procured a strange folded napkin from his jacket, she blinked her eyes, curiously. Well...that was kind of cool. But she wasn't about to let that cake-distracting-jerk get away that easily.
She made a slight cooing sound, solidifying her vocal cords just long enough to make it, then took it from his hands.
...
And unfolded it and wiped her mouth.
Maggie didn't see anything that was transpiring, as she had wandered up to the counter, ordering herself another piece of cake (which she was already eating as she started to walk back to the table).
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