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capeandcowllogs2013-08-18 01:26 am
cawky) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-08-18 01:26 am
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WHO: Davesprite + Rin Tohsaka
WHERE: A street somewhere
WHEN: Evening Hours
WARNINGS: Dumb teens
SUMMARY: Another day, another job interview Davesprite fails at
FORMAT: Quick
[Davesprite often boasted about being good at things, but the general truth of the matter was that he was not very good at most things. Job interviews seemed to be one of those things he couldn't quite grasp, no matter how we'll he cleaned up. He looks a lot older than he is in his snappy white suit (complete with tailcoat) and new orange bowtie thanks to his height, though his everpresent sunglasses quickly ruin the effect. He's very clearly taking a walk of shame, a crumpled newspaper in his hand, eyes on the ground, and one hand running nervously through plantinum blonde hair.
Rose would never say anything to compound his usual feelings of inadequacy, but his lack of employment was suddenly getting to him -- not because he really cared about having one, but because he apparently couldn't get one if he tried. He had taken out his frustration on a few unsuspecting inboxes on the way, but it hadn't helped much. It would just give Kanaya another reason to fuss and Rose another reason to say "Don't worry".
The more time he spent in the city, the more he was being forced to grow up. It was getting old fast.]
WHERE: A street somewhere
WHEN: Evening Hours
WARNINGS: Dumb teens
SUMMARY: Another day, another job interview Davesprite fails at
FORMAT: Quick
[Davesprite often boasted about being good at things, but the general truth of the matter was that he was not very good at most things. Job interviews seemed to be one of those things he couldn't quite grasp, no matter how we'll he cleaned up. He looks a lot older than he is in his snappy white suit (complete with tailcoat) and new orange bowtie thanks to his height, though his everpresent sunglasses quickly ruin the effect. He's very clearly taking a walk of shame, a crumpled newspaper in his hand, eyes on the ground, and one hand running nervously through plantinum blonde hair.
Rose would never say anything to compound his usual feelings of inadequacy, but his lack of employment was suddenly getting to him -- not because he really cared about having one, but because he apparently couldn't get one if he tried. He had taken out his frustration on a few unsuspecting inboxes on the way, but it hadn't helped much. It would just give Kanaya another reason to fuss and Rose another reason to say "Don't worry".
The more time he spent in the city, the more he was being forced to grow up. It was getting old fast.]
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You can't fly.
[Smooth.]
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[ She's got him there. ] Anyway, I don't need to fly if I can make myself as light as a feather. I could just grab a hold of your back and you'd never notice.