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mayfield_logs2012-02-12 08:29 pm
commentboxtroll) wrote in mayfield_logs2012-02-12 08:29 pm
Entry tags:
gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love
Who: Caesar, Virginia, and Balin.
What: Horrible flowers, Caesar's now yandere for Virginia, and Balin obviously needs to get lost.
Where: 847 Goldberg St.
When: 13th through the 15th
Warnings: none, 'cause Caesar is a scrub who ain't getting no love? idk, maybe someone will punch him.
[Lo and behold, on the morning of the thirteenth, there is a mysterious vase of flowers on the kitchen table of 847 Goldberg Street. That is more than enough to put Caesar on guard. For once, he's the first to be up, though that's more attributed to his sudden change of heart about sleeping in his own room (he's taken over the couch instead) and, well, it isn't quite as comfortable as a bed.
He's kept away from the vase while setting the coffee pot to brew and finding something for an early breakfast, but they've proven to be boring so far. Nothing suddenly exploding out of the vase, they aren't growing into terrible crushing vines, they're just sitting there, looking pretty.
Maybe someone else actually brought them here after all?
Cup of coffee in one hand, he steps over to the table and leans closer for a look. Those yellow ones smell... hmm...]
Hey, did anyone--! [Oh. He spots the card and his yell to ask if anyone had brought them in dies mid-sentence. He'll read that instead, but it only makes things stranger.] ...from my what?
What: Horrible flowers, Caesar's now yandere for Virginia, and Balin obviously needs to get lost.
Where: 847 Goldberg St.
When: 13th through the 15th
Warnings: none, 'cause Caesar is a scrub who ain't getting no love? idk, maybe someone will punch him.
[Lo and behold, on the morning of the thirteenth, there is a mysterious vase of flowers on the kitchen table of 847 Goldberg Street. That is more than enough to put Caesar on guard. For once, he's the first to be up, though that's more attributed to his sudden change of heart about sleeping in his own room (he's taken over the couch instead) and, well, it isn't quite as comfortable as a bed.
He's kept away from the vase while setting the coffee pot to brew and finding something for an early breakfast, but they've proven to be boring so far. Nothing suddenly exploding out of the vase, they aren't growing into terrible crushing vines, they're just sitting there, looking pretty.
Maybe someone else actually brought them here after all?
Cup of coffee in one hand, he steps over to the table and leans closer for a look. Those yellow ones smell... hmm...]
Hey, did anyone--! [Oh. He spots the card and his yell to ask if anyone had brought them in dies mid-sentence. He'll read that instead, but it only makes things stranger.] ...from my what?
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[Kind of. H-hey, he can make stuff! Like eggs. Toast. Pancakes won't be that hard!]
Now go on, out.
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'Kay, knock yourself out'en.
[Just, you know ... not literally. Balin turns and heads out to the living room, shaking his head subtly at just how weird today's started off.]