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 Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 2:37 am
Serah glanced at her phone with a disinterested gaze, expecting the call to be her brother. He had called ten times already, asking Serah various things. But the number she expected least popped up (or more like, the image of the dragonball!) and she fumbled for the phone on the ground, trying to reach it from her bed.
CRASH. BOOM. KLANK. (there went the pile of bunny plushies! OH NO, NOT HER --- oh. that limited edition bunny robot was going to need to be replaced.)
With a hasty press of the button, a pained "hello?" could be heard on Serah's end of the line, cursing at the mess she had brought painfully on top of herself. Nobody from the negaverse called-- Except Ladon. So when she got that call from Tobias, Serah might have been a little more flustered than usual.
Did she get in trouble?
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 2:48 am
OH CRAP SHE ACTUALLY PICKED UP.
"Um... yes, can I speak to Sara - no wait, Ser- oh crap-" There was the sound of what sounded like someone fumbling with a phone receiver - and failing - to hang it up. Five seconds passed before Toby finally decided that there really was no way to delete a phone call, and that he should probably just come clean. Or whatever the term was.
"Um, yes. Hi. This is Toby you know from... your other school." Clearly he didn't quite understand how 'caller ID' worked either. "I would like to ah... apologise for what happened last night, I didn't mean to dissect your chest.... stuff." It was beginning to get evident that he really did not use a phone much, at all. Ever. "Yeah um, just meet me okay, tomorrow, 6pm, at Caffe Artigiano, I'll try and make it up for you. Ok bye."
And then he hung up, just like that, without even waiting for her response, giving the public phone one last disgruntled kick. Why on earth didn't it have undo buttons?
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 3:19 am
Clearly, he didn't know his way around the phone-- or inviting a girl out. After the male nervously hang up, Serah held the phone in front of her, unable to stifle her laughs over the horridly planned phone call. She shook her head, still chuckling over the incident when her brother walked into the room with a bag of groceries.
A day later, Serah only had a little difficulty finding the cafe, led to a seat near the balcony. (Thankfully, since their conversation might be a little sensitive.) Serah was dressed up in a casual white dress adorned with a pink bunny-hooded jacket. Her hair was tied back slightly to thin the style out, the outfit topped off with pink heels.
Typically, Serah.
Where was the prince for the night? Or better suited-- the "frog?" He wasn't quite a prince yet, Serah remarked to herself with mirth. By anybody's standards, Tobias wouldn't yet --if ever-- be considered a princely prince. Perhaps, a prince gone wrong.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 1:11 am
As the waiter left, he sat there for a good minute. In fact, Toby behaved for a good three minutes until he couldn't take it anymore, and his fingers twitched. His leg shook, his feet ached, and he really, just needed to stretch. This balcony view was amazing though, one could see the whole Destiny City skylight from there. He squinted and leaned further against the railing - why wasn't that his school? Why in fact, if he didn't know any better-
- And that was when his footing slipped on the napkin that had fallen from his lap as the teen slammed against the stone railing, toppling over it. Only his somewhat-fast reflexes saved him as he grabbed with his other hand onto the railing pillar for dear life, his body dangling freely, the wind whooshing past him. This is approximately when he heard the footsteps, rather light ones. From his hanging vantage point, he could see a flash of white and what looked like bunny ears. Definitely Serah.
"Hi," For someone who was hanging for their life, he sure seemed rather calm. Maybe it was because sadly, life threatening things just didn't scare him the same way anymore. "I ah, have a problem. Um, can you help me?"
Yeah, it was just a small problem, really.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 12:21 pm
When Serah first walked onto the balcony, she didn't expect the entire area to be empty. Where was Tobias? Her first initial thought was that he either has ran or gone off to the bathroom. What she did not expect was a voice below her. Brown eyes trailed to the ground, seeing a tan hand clutched onto the railing.
"I thought you had a mountainload of problems. But this one takes the cake." Serandite managed to huff out the words, hoping that a waiter or a waitress did not come across this scene. (Hell, they probably thought Serah pushed him over. If this was any other situation, Serah actually might have. She should have.) How did he even--- did she even want to know how he might have gotten in that situation?
Again, Tobias proved the point of possibility in impossibilities to the point of probable stupidity.
Soon, the pink haired girl was more worn out in the very first five minutes of their dinner than a senshi battle. Tobias was extremely heavy! Even more so, for a girl of Serah's small frame.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 8:24 pm
There were two miracles happening simultaneously at this moment. The first being that Toby had not actually dropped the gift bag he had hanging in the other hand - the dangling one obviously - the second being that Serah had actually managed to pull him up, all one-hundred-and-twenty-five pounds of him up and over the railing back onto terra firma.
While it was obvious why Serah looked worn out, it was probably best not to ask why Toby looked kind of like he had lost a fight with a restaurant napkin. Or maybe entirely like he had lost a fight with a restaurant napkin. Thank god for small favours; the waiting standing at the far end of the balcony simply came in, looked at the two, and promptly strolled back out.
The teen looked up, and doing the most gentlemanly thing he could think of, grabbed his napkin nervously, and sat back on his chair, waiting expectantly for Serah to do the same, or the tea to pour itself, either or. He cleared his throat. "So uh... how.. are... things." The vague wave of his arms on the word 'things' happily knocked over the unlit candlestick.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 2:08 am
"Just great." She blew the hair out of her face, standing up shortly after Toby, rearranging the fallen candlestick. It was probably the male's job (or was it the waiter's?) to pour the tea but seeing as Toby wasn't doing so, Serah took the initiative to do it instead.
She lifted the cup of tea to place it in front of Toby, giving him a warning before the cup's bottom met the surface of the table. "Don't knock the tea over. Hot tea may be worse than falling off the balcony." She warned, finally taking a sat on the opposite end.
"I'll put your excellent entrance and phone skills aside for now. How are .. 'things' with you Toby?" Serah propped her elbows up on the table, chin in hands, tipping her head to give Toby a curious smile. The menu was on the side and was left open by Serah's elbow, displaying prices, food items and pictures.
It could be looked back at in a few minutes.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 1:09 pm
Toby had an issue.
An issue that was caused by spending all of last night playing a certain online game while lying sideways on his bed. Said issue that was mainly a very awkward pain located on his lower calf region, otherwise known as a leg cramp.
Unfortunately he was not very good, ever, at disgusting all his internal struggles, and made a face at Serah that looked something like he was
a) either constipated or
b) like he really needed to use the washroom or
c) as if he was grimacing in some sort of unexplained mental anguish.
"Things...."The teenager repeated, the psychological torture of endless nights of slaughter and bloodshed via online games clear on his face. "Yes.. well... I..." Pure psychological torture. At some point he might have tried to make a pass at grabbing the tea while leaning over to try and get some feeling back in his leg. "I... um..." In a sheer attempt to change the subject, he looked left and right, rather un-surreptitiously, and pulled out from behind him a paper bag, coloured pink and black, inhabited by what seemed like an entire army of equally pink tissues. "I came here to get you this, cuz uhhh... happy birthday?"
It was worth a shot short of 'Happy I Apologize For Calling You Flat Day'
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 3:25 pm
Okay, even for Tobias, Serah thought thathe was acting rather .. off. She thought she might have seen all the expressions Tobias had to offer before but this one was just off the charts. She glanced at the teacup, that Toby missed, wondering if she should have pushed that cup towards him.
Now, Serah was pondering several scenarios that could be the cause of Toby's desperate and struggling expression.
a) Toby had done something horribly wrong and wanted Serah to cover it up.
b) Toby was about to fall off his chair due to his inability to sit, apparently.
c) Someone had punched him in the nuts five minutes earlier before she came and man, Serah wished it was her.
But even those scenarios didn't match up with the next action-- Toby was giving Serah a gift!? She didn't even think the male knew her birthday-- unless this was a really late present or a really early one for next year. Taking the gift across the table cautiously, she wondered if he'd asked for a gift wrap bag or if he did it himself. "U-Um .. Thanks Toby!" She said cheerfully, seating the bag beside her on the seat. "I wasn't aware you even knew my birthday--- Was it that painful handing me a gift? I know that we had issues but I didn't think our issues were THAT bad?" Serah ventured to say, tentatively, wondering if she had underestimated her actions.
Okay, likeliest scenario? A. Bxcept, it might have been Serah that had done something wrong. She tried to recall any incidents that came to mind-- Honestly, in her mind, Toby was more at fault than she was.
Perhaps, she was looking at this all wrong.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 3:36 pm
Reflexively he moved his head backwards, as if expecting some sort of backhanded slap, or swipe, or really, just a punch in the face. Nothing... wait... so this giving things to girls was really working? Score - if he had known it would be that easy to placate them, and ergo, finally ease the tension in their relationship-
- the friendly relationship between two friendly friends that is -
- Toby should have done that a long time ago. Apparently honesty was not always the best policy. This was good, this was very good. The teenager finally relaxed enough to lean over, wondering if she would enjoy the ah, what had the store called it - Artifacts to Help Make Chests Larger For Flat Chested Girls - as much as the store clerk had reassured him that it would. Said store clerk had also giggled horrifically at the single flustered teenage boy occupying La Senza, but that was another story that would probably have been easier and less arduous if he had just fought off ten senshi at once. He tried his best to give a relaxed smile, once again making a failed effort at picking up the tea cup. "So.... are you going to open it?"
Considering the effort, he seriously hoped she liked it. Seriously.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 5:49 pm
Serah glanced at the gift. Then up at Toby. Back down at the gift. Back up. She tried to mentally stem her suspicion-- after all, Serah believed she liked to think the best of people! Obviously, the fellow captain was only trying to .. Well, he was probably just trying to better their relationship.
She slowly folded the tissue paper into a square, tucking it on the side. She liked the tissue paper-- at least, she would keep that much. But when she picked up the article from the bag, the clock ticked for several seconds in utter silence.
Seconds still ticking by.
Serah was making a genuine effort to sincerely understand the inner-workings of Toby's mind here. She was trying her absolute best to be open-minded and believe that Toby merely wanted to help her. But the expression she had when she stared down was something like this:
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Now she knew what this dinner and gift was about. Dropping the "gift" back into the bag, Serah face-palmed on the table. She had to remind herself of the bigger picture-- Obviously, Toby went into somewhere very fancy to get this. By this point, Serah had given up hope on the male and decided that there was no future for this male's future girlfriend. If he ever had one. She sighed to the side, coughing, as if to cover up the grimace of disgust she had been just wearing before.
"It's really thoughtful of you. Ill make sure to wear it on our next outing and you can tell me if it makes a difference." Serah's restrained smile and instinct to pull Toby by the ear .. Well, she was trying seriously in her own way too.
".. Shall we order?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 8:44 pm
For a second, Toby thought Serah was going through all the stages of grief. Denial, avoidance, finally cycling to acceptance with her last comment. Or it was possible, the larger portion of his brain said, that she was just extremely moved by his selfless actions. Gifts did not just fly out of the sky these days.
He watched with an equal amount of confusion as Serah smacked her face against the table. Was she in pain? Or was she simply just at a loss of words? Did he wait a little TOO early to buy her an article of clothing that most likely would not fit on her for the next few years?
With the plethora of apprehensive questions in mind, Toby was more than happy to grasp Serah's request. He was sure she would appreciate the gift in years to come. Years.
"Ordering." Trying his best to hide his own shame - oh why didn't he think of buying the training bra a few years later!? - he skimmed the menu. Everything was in French, that was odd. "Um.. I'll have a..." - he stared at the lowest priced thing on the list, which really involved a very difficult process of number selection - "Chardonnay 2010?" He squinted. "What does glass and bottle mean, is that what the food is served on?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 5:46 pm
"Hm. A Chardonnay ... " Serah repeated after him mindlessly, the word only registering after a very long moment later. When she finally did register Toby's meaning, she blinked a little blankly, before a very inappropriate seed of thoughts and ideas planted itself into her brain and came straight out of her mouth before she could stop it. (Not that she wanted to.)
"Served in , not on. It's a delicacy-- it's like liquid food in a glass or bottle. Your choice. Only thing is, you can't drink it until you're twenty one. Mainly because if you swallow and choke on it, the state's not liable for you. If you try it now, trust me, it's ot a pretty sight to end up in jail just for astronaut food." She explained, wondering why the most ridiculous things came to mind. Extremely.
Serah didn't know what she was saying anymore. Clearly.
It was going to be a loooooong night. With a lot of dessert.
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