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 Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 4:46 pm
Nasir always hopped the last step that lead up to Millie's porch and to her front door. It hadn't been that long but today he was actually visiting because he wanted to stop by, not because Borr was having him bring something over. He was balancing a tray on his arm as he knocked on the door. Not that he was sure whether or not he was going to run into Millie's nurse or, perhaps, Millie herself. After all, he was one of her sweet enablers.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 6:27 pm
A short muscular man with close cropped hair opened the door, eyes only resting on Nasir a second before he smiled, "Nasir!" Jesus presented his hand for a brohug-shake before he already began looking expectantly for snacks. Millie's 'live-in nurse' was more of a caretaker for the house who also happened to be qualified to be a nurse. "She's in the living room." The house was very clean and orderly, always very calm as if nothing in the world could break the tranquility. Even in the middle of a storm, rain battering down the windows, Millie's house had a knack for seeming safe and bright inside. Her decor was heavy on florals, clashing in some cases, and there seemed to be a preference for beavers. Stuffed beavers, glass beavers, biker beavers in sunglasses and plushie beavers lined up along the back of the sofa. There were almost no pictures in the house except for one on top of the TV- Herself, her husband, Darlene and Borr at their wedding. If Jesus was short, Millie was smaller but there she sat in her well worn recliner with her white hair in a braid and a t-shirt that said 'Dam Girl' with a beaver sporting heart eyes. She glanced up at Nasir with clear grey eyes and smirked at him, "I hope you brought my wine, Nasir..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 7:05 pm
Nasir managed the brohug-shake and then was plucking a to-go container off of the tray. "The Jesus special hot wings and a dessert for you." The dessert was always a surprise but when the young cook had mentioned he made special wing sauces for people he had not been kidding (even if, technically, Jesus wasn't an employees of Darlene's). With a nod of thanks, he was heading towards the living. Right as his mouth opened to say hi to Millie he paused and blinked. Nasir was scrambling in a moment, the tray of goodies set down onto the coffee table and the young man turning tail and disappearing back out of the house. Mostly because he had left the wine in the car and had absolutely forgotten about it when he had gotten out. The young man reappeared a moment later, face a little flushed, and Millie's wine in hand. Nasir took a breath, stood up properly, smiled and finally spoke. "Hi, Millie. I absolutely did not forget your wine."
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2016 9:32 am
Jesus took his wings and dessert with a little grin and disappeared into the kitchen, mostly because in this house you were only allowed to eat in designated eating areas- which was to say the kitchen or dining room. Millie popped up with a grin and moved to give Nasir a hug as she took the bottle from him. For her age she was surprisingly spry and sometimes could surprise with her quickness and the strength of her hugs. Sometimes it was a wonder she wasn't fully maintained by willpower alone. "Good boy." He got a kiss on the cheek, "But I didn't think Borr was sending anyone today. Or is this a social visit?" Millie motioned to the sofa for him to sit down and turned off her stories (she loves soap operas). "Where's Wil?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2016 8:00 pm
Nasir was smiling widely, hugging Millie in return. Her hugs always seemed to be stronger than he expected (but being hugged by Borr trained him well). He let her go and shook his head in agreement. "No, Borr wasn't sending anyone today, I just made some of your favorite snack today and told him I was going to stop by." He was taking a seat a moment later, the flush on his face fading, and he ducked his head down a bit at the mention of Wil. Millie always knows. "He's actually doing some art installations in the park," Nasir was chuckling, "Scott got him a permit and everything so there's no issue with the police this time."
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2016 8:17 pm
Millie nodded knowingly then, "Oh yes he's doing his army men. I saw it on instagram." Not Wil's, just some random picture tagged in Ashdown that had come up on her feed. She was pretty savvy with the internet. It was the modern form of spying on your neighbors. "You know he got those from Mrs. Anderson's house sale." She moved to the sofa instead of her chair and patted the cushion next to her. One of the plush beavers on top would slide down and hit him in the head when he sat. It always happened. "She passed in January in her sleep, rest her soul, still had all of her son's toys and things they left when they moved out years ago." Her hands clapped and rubbed together, her skin thing and aged. Millie was deceptively frail in appearance. "Now- Raspberry popovers?" her brows lifted hopefully.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2016 8:34 pm
Millie always seemed to know about all the instagram photos before anyone else he knew and that was the one thing Nasir did his best to keep up with (tumblr was a lost cause and a black hole). "Not just army men but apparently that's the most popular one? There's several more going up." He was pushing his glasses up on his nose, still having to get used to them, and then pulling a clip - turtles today - from his hair to fix it back in place. When the cushion was patted, Nasir moved obediently. Millie honestly reminded him of his own grandmother, someone he genuinely missed, and it was always nice to visit her. It was sometimes hard to reconcile her age with her behavior. Which was about the moment he was hit in the head with a plush beaver and it bounced into his lap while he chuckled. It distracted him from talking about Mrs. Anderson. "Every time," another laugh, 'and, of course raspberry popovers." He leaned over and popped the top of the tray. They were warm and fresh and smelled delicious.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 6:44 pm
The sight of the popovers had the aged woman grinning and clapping her hand on Nasir's knee a moment, "Good boy." She picked one up delicately, and gave the young man a conspiratorial look. It was Jesus's decree that no eating would take place in the living room since he had to clean it. Millie of course could eat in her own living room if she wanted to but instead preferred feeling like she was breaking little rules. Don't rat her out Nasir. "You have one too." Then she took a bite, chewed and made a tiny noise of enjoyment that ended up earning Nasir a smile. She didn't speak again until the popover was fully devoured (wow fast) and Millie had brushed herself of crumbs. They were covered back up as if she were hiding the evidence.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2016 6:08 pm
Nasir would never tell. It probably also helped that he would clean up whatever mess that was made which was more than could be said for some of the people that came by and visited. He never really did eat the things he brought to others unless he was told to - and Millie always told him to - so he reached out and tore off a small piece himself to eat. Then another and another and by the time Millie finished hers he had eaten all of his. The young man gave her a wink at hiding the evidence. "They get the Millie seal of approval?" he asked, because she did smile but Millie was as full of smiles as Nasir was (and Borr).
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2016 7:36 pm
MIllie further looked for crumbs before grinning her tiny pleased grin up at him, "As always. Have you ever made anything I don't like?" Jesus chose that minute to peek in, "Need anything?" "We're fine I think. Nasir would you like a drink?" She patted his knee again, "And then you tell me what's going on. All the dirt." Because he couldn't come by socially and not have conversation for her. It was a rule.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2016 6:45 pm
"Water, Jesus, if you don't mind." Which Millie's hand patting his knee kept Nasir from getting up and getting it himself. Like she knew. Probably did. "Ah, what kind of dirt do you want to know? Oh, ohhhhhh. I got good dirt for you," he whispered, "the best kind of dirt." It was relationship dirt.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 6:40 am
"Oh.. yesss.." Millie seemed to wriggle in her chair and in a few moments Jesus brought out a tray with two glasses of water (because he insisted the older woman wasn't hydrated enough) and there were some mid-day pills for her also. "No food in the living room you two-" The man narrowed his eyes at them and swept the pastry box away, suspiciously scouting for crumbs. "Tell me the dirt Nasir." Millie's brows bobbed.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2016 9:26 pm
There were no crumbs. Millie and Nasir were thorough. "Well," he said after he got himself a drink of water, "Professor Mixlin and Detective Mercer were in the bar for their usual game last Saturday." Which really wasn't that unusual they were always there if there was a soccer game on. "... you won't believe it but ..." Nasir took a breath. " The detective had a ring on his hand." Dhan and himself had been totally floored at the sight of the detective with a ring on his finger. They always knew those two were married!
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 8:17 am
The old woman clasped her hands, "Well it's about damn time. But didn't the other one have a ring?" Usually two people wore rings, not one, but she was familiar enough with both men to know they wouldn't be outwardly advertising their business. Still- was that really a surprise? "Anyone else? I'm sure some sorry sods have been in there crying to Borr. He hasn't called me yet this week-" When he'd get his weekly interrogation.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2016 11:57 pm
"Ah ... well. I thought the ring on the professors finger looked a bit different than usual? He's got one of those pinky rings." Nasir wiggled his pinky in example. "Don't know if that means anything because he's not wearing one on his ring finger ..." Not that that really meant anything. Nasir had been given bracelets for each year himself (and spun them on his wrist without thought). "Just the usual crowd, nothing big. Everyone is still coming down from graduation last month." The young man stopped and rubbed at his bicep, a new habit after what had happened at Blackfriar's. There was a peek of the scars just visible below his sleeve.
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