silent film stars stuck in talking cinema life

[culver]

WHO: Nill & Davesprite.
WHERE: Da park.
WHEN: Sunday afternoon.
WARNINGS: Nada.
SUMMARY: Meeting and things.
FORMAT: Quickie.

[The past couple of weeks had not been easy. Damian's port-out had hit Nill harder than she wanted to admit, even to Kate. He had been the tough constant in her life for two years. Losing him to the porter's whims had left a bitter feeling in her heart, and acting as if it hadn't was more difficult than she'd imagined. She had started taking the long way back to the apartment from work, and now that it was warmer outside, that path had started leading her through a park.

Even though it's nice enough outside for shorts, jeans and sneakers are required at the shoppe, though she's shed her usual wing-hiding cardigan to enjoy the sun on her shoulders and wings. After a few minutes of wandering, Nill pushes her bangs from her eyes and looks up to be greeted by a familiar mop of blonde hair. Automatically, she smiles and adjusts her course towards him. Her wings stretch, and she gently taps Davesprite's shoulder, looking curiously at the newspaper on the table in front of him, all marked up.]

Comments

[cawky]

S'nough for me.

[He grins, as if a huge weight had just been lifted off his shoulders. Granted, there was still the matter of the fact that he felt the need to prove to Kanaya that he could do it...but the guilt from leaving Rose to take care of everything was gone.]

Haven't touched it since I got here anyway.

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[And she can't help but smile as well. It's good to see him like that, after all the months of sulking. Hell, it's good to see him at all, really. She hadn't made an appearance at that house in quite a while, even if it made her sad to stay away. She lifts her thumb and gives his wrist a slight squeeze.]

Then you have a lot saved up. I am glad I told you.

[cawky]

Nah, I totally knew that. I was just saving it for a rainy day.

[Davesprite, its sunny and hot.]

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[Rolls her eyes. That was sort of lame, even for him.]

What will you do with it?

[cawky]

Buying a golden toilet sounds like an awesome idea. Or a pair of grills. That one is less cool than a golden toilet.

[He rubs the back of his neck.]

Or I might just give it to Rose.

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[A golden toilet seat. Somehow, she is less surprised than she anticipated. The last part, though...]

Would she take it?

[cawky]

Well, we have like. Taxes and shit I guess. For the house.

[Despite being the oldest he is clearly the least adult when it comes to money.]

[culver]

Then I am sure she would be grateful.

[cawky]

I still think the golden toilet is a good idea.

[culver]

She might like that less. But it sounds funny.

[cawky]

Less for Rose, more for me. I can admire it when I'm doin' my business. Perks of being a dude.

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[Davesprite why did you suddenly make this conversation about your dick.]

Maybe the taxes would be better.

[cawky]

[Are you really asking that question to a Strider?]

I bet I can do both.

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[... No.]

Would you really?

[cawky]

Why not? I could totally afford it.

[What else would he do, buy another cat? Fuck that.]

[culver]

What about saving it?

[cawky]

[Give him a second to think about it.]

Golden Toilet Seat sounds way more fun.

[culver]

[Eyeroll.]

I do not see how a toilet seat can be fun but okay.