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Entry tags:
float until I learn how to swim
Who: Xas & Wolfgang; Xas & Benji
What: Friends! Tentacles!
Where: Various.
When: The first week of Shadri.
Notes: Not an open post solely because I am too lazy for a summary thing. But if you, too, would like your character to betouchedharassed by an angel, drop me a line and we will make it happen.
Warnings: Pending.
Wolfgang — a bar in Badside
But that's not likely. Xas has a long attention span.
He heads back toward him with drink (tequila, neat, but not much of it) in hand, pausing once halfway there to tilt his head and frown when the music's skittering beat shifts into something even less rhythmic. "I don't understand this music," he tells Wolfgang in Arabic while he slips into the space beside him. His tone is more contemplative than complaining, though, and he immediately focuses, smiles, and switches back to English, so as not to deprive any eavesdroppers of this: "I've been ordered to find out if you're available."
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It's good to get out of the house; he used to go drinking nearly every night, back when he couldn't — or didn't want to — sleep, but the last couple of weeks he's barely been out. He's fairly convinced that if he just tries hard enough, he can make himself feel better. The bootstraps method of health care is a lot cheaper than actually seeing a doctor.
So every time he manages something normal like this, going out drinking with an acquaintance, he views it as a small triumph. He's not sick. He's functioning, he can do normal things everyone else does. That means he's fine. He takes a drink of what is his third or fourth beer, then pauses. After a moment: "Available for what?"
He can be a bit dim, bless his heart.
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At Wolfgang's question he tilts his head for a moment, considering it - or, more accurately, considering the fact that he asked it - and then puts his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand and smiles like Wolfgang has given him a present. "Sex," he says.
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He makes the bad executive decision of taking a drink in between there, so his reaction ends up like something out of a cartoon. He spits it out and chokes on it at the same time as his face goes a shade of red generally not found in nature. He has to pound on his chest to clear his lungs of beer. "What? No!" That he is actually scandalised by that sure is... something.
Sometimes it is hard to believe that Wolfgang is actually a human being and not some kind of space alien.
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He isn't at all sorry.
Benji — the streets in Brock Marsh
It's not the most graceful landing: the backpack almost unbalances him, and he brushes into a mildly startled woman while trying to right himself. "Sorry," he says - not sorry at all, especially since he's hardly the most dangerous thing that could fall out of the sky here, but it's what people say - and weaves ahead through the light crowd to catch up with Benji.
He doesn't have terribly far to go, and he doesn't try to be sneaky about falling into step beside her, windswept and pleased with himself. "Hello," he says. "Are you in a hurry?" He does have some manners.
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She is in suede and denim and cotton, wardrobe as muted and ordinary as ever. A brown leather messenger bag bumps against her hip, and she is more or less a million miles away by the time Xas suddenly appears at her side, windswept and interesting. Benji starts, dignity not depicted here, and lets out a huff of a laugh.
"Hello," she replies, slowing without stopping. "Not really. Returning some books. Where did you come from?"
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"Libraries remind me of home," he adds, stepping around a sprig of something green and purple that's growing up through the sidewalk. "My brother had a bargain with God, to receive the eleventh copy of everything. We had books everywhere. But I haven't tried - did you have to give them an address?" He'd only just acquired his first library card, before he came to Baedal, and now he's back to not living anywhere. Or to living everywhere, he'd prefer to think.
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She nods, once. "Apparently. I guess so they can send around lone sharks to come collect if you don't return anything." She's joking, but also unsure of what does happen if you're late with them. (A fee, spoiler alert.) "Why the eleventh? Or is that a stupid question?"
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The next part makes him wrinkle his nose, amused but also disappointed. If they need an address, he won't be borrowing from the library himself anytime soon. Then he shakes his head: it isn't a stupid question. "It wasn't for any specific reason. I suppose he thought anything people bothered to copy ten times must be something worth reading." A quick grin. "This was before you - " Humans, he means. " - came up with printing presses, of course."
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The offer of books has its appeal. Wolfgang, anyway, is nerdier than her; they could have a library! But-- "I couldn't take your books! You should keep them. Or sell them, I suppose. But if you need a permanent address," because the assumption that Xas might not have one is easy for her to make, as having one at all is a new novelty, "you could just write down mine." Either Benji really isn't good at libraries, or she trusts Xas to be.
Both, mainly.
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"Okay. Thank you," he says once he's resettled, without pretending to have to think about it or to be to proud, then smiles. "But if you give me your address, you won't be able to stop me from leaving books at your door."
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Ping. Or whatever sound or indication Xas's CiD makes, should he gave it on him, that a message is received.
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