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Post by ∞ Miki Toizden on Nov 8, 2009 1:07:41 GMT -5
ooc: sick=no fancy stuff :( sorry it's so short. 'Why is it so big?' Miki thought, poking at the abnormally large cookie that sat in front of her. She knew it was late, but she didn't think that time should affect cookie sizes. It was her nineteenth birthday today, and since her family decided they were going to go on a vacation ever so conviently on her birthday, she had to spend it alone. Not that she minded all that much; she was used to being by herself. Since she had virtually no friends, one had to get used to it at some point.
At least her little sister Karin had given her a small acknowledgement for her birthday; a party hat that read: Happy Fucking Birthday! She had promised Karin she'd wear it, and she did, but once she reached the diner and picked a booth, she shoved it into the spot next to her where no one could see. Miki seemed to think she attracted much less attention without it on.
Miki decided to go to the Why Not Diner to treat herself to a little snack for her birthday, and of course, cookies are Miki's favorite. What she didn't expect was how big it would be. It took up nearly the whole plate! That's what lead up to this point of Miki gawking at the cookie like it had a face or something. Catiously, she poked it and closed her eyes. 'One, two, three... Well, nothing exploded...' She opened an eye. 'I suppose it's okay.' Gently, she broke a small piece off and slipped it into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. 'Wow, it's pretty good!'
A few loose curls fell in her face as she looked around the diner, chocolate eyes taking everything in. Her cheeks were still a little flushed from being out in the cold.'Hardly anyone here, but I guess that is to be expected. It's really late. Or, uhm, early.' she thought. Her cheeks were a little flushed from being out in the cold.
It had gotten really dark and the moon casts shadows on everything outside. The weather had also gotten awfully cold, making Miki wish she brought a warmer hoodie to wear.
Letting out a deep sigh, she leaned her head into her left hand and stared into space. “Happy birthday to me.” [/color] ------------------------------------------------- Miki's Outfit }
Enjoi Ganster-ish Tee, small
Billabong Girls Chantilly Flock Sherpa Charcoal Hoodie, small
Luxirie Pretty Girl Boot Cut Denim Jeans, medium
Lakai Teleford Wild Things LTD Black Shoe, size 6
Happy Fucking Birthday Hat |
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Post by Eiji Almasy. on Nov 8, 2009 23:37:36 GMT -5
On the night of November 7th and the morning of November 8th, Eiji Almasy had been tasked with the mission of getting more milk, as they'd run out while mixing Baileys with whatever they could get their hands on.
It was almost, though not really, his birthday and the foul mood he'd been in for the past few months had dissipated, pretty much entirely. He'd participated in the televised Stage Fright, spent a killer week in Vegas after, hadn't exactly enrolled for the first semester (or the second) and had just returned from a small vacation to Cuba; things had changed, or were returning to normal, in pretty much every aspect. Though it seemed he still wasn't doing anything with his life, he tried to look at it in a different light; at least he was having fun again.
To minimize the risk of getting sidetracked, he'd been sent alone but that was over an hours and 26 wrong turns ago. Numerous phone calls had been made but attempting to navigate through Seattle with just his cell ('how do you spell Terrace?') proved to be a failure. He'd missed the last few 7Eleven's, opting to walk to Charlotte's diner even though Tristan was with the others, a fact he'd forgotten until he walked underneath the chiming door.
"Crap," he swore, loudly with an extra emphasis on the 'p' when he realized that he was hungry, on top of his battery being in the red. He didn't have any quarters for the pay-phone and he doubted any of the late night employees would let him in the back to make a call. He wished he was a little bit more kept together, convincing and sober, goddamnit, to try and talk them into believing that he was very, very good friends with Tristan and that Charlotte liked him best of all her son's friends. He wanted a cab, he wanted pancakes; he wondered if they took MasterCard®.
"Hellooo?" he called, about to sit on a stool and then deciding otherwise, slapping his palms on the bench top and getting absolutely no attention-seeking sound from it.
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Post by ∞ Miki Toizden on Nov 9, 2009 23:05:45 GMT -5
“Huh?” Miki murmured, glancing up at the sound of the diner door opening, only to be met with a familiar face. 'Why is he here so...early?' she thought. For whatever reason, she highly doubted he took random strolls through the night in search of snacks. In fact, from what Miki pieced together in her mind, she didn't believe he was one to just relax outside at all.
Without really thinking about it much, she called out to him and waved lightly. “Eiji,” Her voice seemed so loud to her in the silent diner, even though it was fairly quiet. She stood up after a moment and stretched, then proceeded to join him at the counter. “You must be pretty hungry to come here this early!” Miki joked with a small smile accompaning it.
'Hmm.. No one at the counter?' she thought, raising a brow. 'There has to be someone. I just swear they were there a minute ago.'
Miki turned to look over at Eiji and did her little half-smile, hoping to get his attention somehow. “So, are you here because of your monsterous hunger or did you just wanna rob-and-get-out? Haha.” [/color] ------------------------------------------------- Miki's Outfit }
Enjoi Ganster-ish Tee, small
Billabong Girls Chantilly Flock Sherpa Charcoal Hoodie, small
Luxirie Pretty Girl Boot Cut Denim Jeans, medium
Lakai Teleford Wild Things LTD Black Shoe, size 6
Happy Fucking Birthday Hat |
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Post by Eiji Almasy. on Nov 9, 2009 23:56:47 GMT -5
"Oh hey Miki. Mickey. Miki," he said from his place beside the counter, seemingly tone deaf from the way he didn't bother to check the level of his voice. He waved back at her, a singular motion in the air that distracted him a little before he was back looking in her direction.
"You have a very strange name, you know? Like mine. You're Japanese, right?"
He smiled, for no particular reason, and even with the slight distance between them, it was palpable. He leaned his elbow on the counter top and rested his head in his palm for a moment, and then pushed off the surface before lethargy could settle on his shoulders; he had to keep moving, he remembered.
"M'not hungry," he answered, nearing her booth, pausing for less than a second, trying to consider whether sitting on a cushioned seat was the best course of action to take.
"Don't need any money either, don't worry. I'm here for milk, but I got lost, near..a park? I need a cab and my cell's dying."
It was a run-on kind of sentence, but he was far from caring, folding his arms on the table and placing his chin on them, ignoring the part of him that was trying to say that he'd been on his feet for ages, since nearly half a city over. He wasn't tired, or sleepy, he decided; that was all the Baileys talking and maybe those stupid Chinese wings he'd had before dinner time.
"What's that?" he asked, a little too nonchalant, nodding toward the plate of cookie.
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Post by ∞ Miki Toizden on Nov 10, 2009 16:40:41 GMT -5
ooc: I know it’s pretty bad. For some reason, being sick has taken away my writing abilities and I had the hardest time trying to figure out how to write this. It doesn’t have much of a smooth flow to me, but you know. What can you do? :P She giggled and gave him a thumbs up. “Yeah, I am. Isn’t Eiji a Japanese name, too?” Doing a once-over of him, Miki added, “Although, you don’t have a defined Japanese appearance.
Eiji’s smile caught her off guard and caused her to take a sharp intake of oxygen; Miki never saw him really smile. It was an aurora, unique and rare. “I, um…you should smile more, you know? You have a really nice smile.” Miki couldn’t understand why, but she felt nervous around him.
He seemed out of it and Miki eyed him with curiosity. “Are you sure about that?” she questioned, raising a brow. “How much battery does your phone have left?” Her brown eyes stayed fixated on him.
“That, my friend,” she said, gesturing to the oversized cookie, “is the biggest birthday present I have ever eaten.” Miki grinned and walked over to the seat and patted it. It was her way of beckoning him over. “It’d be better than standing.”
Miki took and seat and continued her task of breaking a small piece out and popping it into her mouth. She chewed it thoughtfully, looked over at the clock that hung on the opposite side of the room, and then looked over at Eiji. “So, what’s the milk for? Are you a cereal killer?” |
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Post by Eiji Almasy. on Nov 10, 2009 23:03:37 GMT -5
He couldn't tell for himself, because surprisingly, he hadn't looked into a reflective surface for the past two hours, and neither had he been stopped by police for any kind of reason; but his eyes were kind of glazed over which, he would decide later, was considerably better than having red eyes in the company of someone like Miki, or anyone he wasn't overly familiar with.
Eiji pushed himself off the table's surface, leaning completely against the booth's backrest, arms over the top as he looked at Miki, thoughtful or possibly just confused.
"My dad's too English. Well, he's mostly French, but he lived with my grand-Aunt in England when he was younger. And he plays rugby, and doesn't shave sometimes. Only my mother's half Japanese, so I was never going to look like, uhm. Like, a J-star. A J-rockstar."
He made a face, like he knew he didn't know what he was talking about and looked off to the side, hoping to see someone he knew behind the counter. There was someone in attendance now, but he frowned; he was sure he hadn't seen them before, and that only proved to be more complicated.
"What?" he replied, with a tone that was all together inelegant and without manners; in a different situation, he would have almost been embarrassed of himself. He'd forgotten what she'd said already.
"Sure about what?" he repeated, refraining from scratching his head. Instead, he slumped a little, which wasn't much at all, and continued keeping the quirk at the corner of his mouth.
"If I make a call, it could die. I don't even know if it'll go through. So I've got to choose between the directory for a cab, a cab, or my girlfriend. Sucks."
Restlessness ate at him, and his knee began to bounce rhythmically, and he leaned forward again, this time, his elbows on the table and his chest pressed against the edge; he looked like he needed to pee, but his head was feeling heavy now and he needed more compulsions to stay alert.
"We're mixing Baileys, ran out of milk," he said staring at her, not curt but dutiful still, albeit antsy; "it's your birthday?"
it's okay bby don't worry about it :) all your replies are wonderful; except that he's already seated down, so my reply might look weird -.-
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Post by ∞ Miki Toizden on Nov 15, 2009 12:47:57 GMT -5
'Is it normal for people to look like they are going to fall over or something?' Miki thought to herself, eyeing him curiously. Why was it every time she saw him, he looked restless; tired?
"My dad's too English. Well, he's mostly French, but he lived with my grand-Aunt in England when he was younger. And he plays rugby, and doesn't shave sometimes. Only my mother's half Japanese, so I was never going to look like, uhm. Like, a J-star. A J-rockstar."
“I see,” she murmured, raising a brow when he mentioned not looking like a J-star. She wondered whether that was aimed at her, but she just shoved the idea into the back of her head for later.
After a moment, she started again, “He doesn't?” Then she proceeded to giggle. “My dad doesn't either, but that's only on weekends. He says if he doesn't shave on the weekdays, he'll look too handsome.” Thinking of her father made her smile; even though they could be a pain she missed them a lot.
"What?" "Sure about what?"
Eyebrow raised. Smirk. “Not being hungry?” she repeated. Perhaps he had a lot on his mind and hadn't heard her. Miki popped another piece into her mouth. Swalllowing, she added, “You could have some, you know. It's surely big enough,”
Either the vibration on the table was her new phone that her mom insisted on getting her when she 'lost' hers, or it was his leg.
Yup. Definite leg action.
“You okay, Eiji?” she asked in a slightly concerned tone of voice. Whatever a Bailey was, it must have made people have to pee bad. Or perhaps it gave people cramps?
“A Bailey...?” Miki repeated slowly; it sounded like a question. In a way, it was. She might be nineteen, but in all her life, she hadn't drank one thing with alcohol in it besides medicine. Sad, right? Miki happens to be a very deprived Djinn J-star.
She fingered the phone that was in her pocket. If she told him he could use his phone, he would use it and just leave. If she told him she didn't, he might stay longer. But...it would make him unhappy, wouldn't it? Her eyebrows were strewn together in frustration as she thought to herself, trying to figure out what to do. Eiji probably thought she looked like she was having a mental breakdown or something.
Miki lived to make people happy. She wasn't how she used to be before; very outgoing and do what she wanted. Her old self was much stronger than her now self.
But, this whole dilemma revolved around the fact she had a unnatural urge to know him. To really know him. She didn't know why, but it was just how she felt. She found him so interesting. He seemed complicated and stressed, but kind and fun all at the same time. Was that even possible?
Her old self won; her phone stayed in her pocket.
“I could always walk you back,” she offered. Her head was buzzing. “you know, so it wouldn't be as boring as walking by yourself or trying to find a ride. Unless you like being alone?” It was a stupid question, she knew. Most people like being alone time to time, and he didn't look like he was craving human attention.
Resting her chin in her hands she looked up at him and said the most random thing - “What is your favorite food to eat when your sick?” [/color] ------------------------------------------------- I missed you! :D Miki's Outfit }
Enjoi Ganster-ish Tee, small
Billabong Girls Chantilly Flock Sherpa Charcoal Hoodie, small
Luxirie Pretty Girl Boot Cut Denim Jeans, medium
Lakai Teleford Wild Things LTD Black Shoe, size 6
Happy Fucking Birthday Hat
cell phone ! :
sony ericsson c509a, combination salad vegetable cell phone charm (peas in a pod=edamame relationship) -the charm is on phone but is probably hanging out of her jacket pocket. |
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Post by Eiji Almasy. on Nov 15, 2009 21:13:55 GMT -5
Oookay, maybe it wasn't her birthday. He wasn't sure if she was avoiding the question intentionally or not, but frankly, he wasn't of any mind to properly consider the possibility. Too quickly, he forgot about it all together, and started looking at the cookie again. He wondered if they were like cookies from Subway, soft all round, even though he'd had cookies from the diner before. Although, when she started talking about her father, he at least had the courtesy to look at her; oddly silent and intent, looking more like himself than in the past moments. He nodded slightly, and gave a faint grin; she looked happier talking about her old man.
At her offer for a bit of the cookie, he paused, knee stilling for a moment before starting up again.
"I- No, it's okay," he declined, attempting to begin by some sort of explanation and then deciding otherwise almost instantly. He couldn't eat from her plate, it was too rude and too unfamiliar, and he had two perfectly snobby assholes as friends and roommates to constantly pick at him for social etiquette. Unless he was dying of starvation, he wouldn't accept a single part of her cookie.
"I'm great," he answered her, grinning as if to prove himself correct, "I just need to keep moving otherwise I'll fall asleep. I'd been drinking a bit, you know, and I'm kind of tired and it's late soo...Baileys is an Irish Whiskey and cream. You can drink it straight up or mix is with dairy products, except for butter and yogurt. That would be disgusting."
His monologue, which wasn't really a monologue at all, made him blur out the expression on her face; he did that sometimes, which was almost always a direct prelude to passing out. Fortunately, this seemed to be the one out of fifteen times that he stayed awake.
Eiji slowed his body down a notch so he could rest his head against his curled hand; the picture of casual languor, his face a mask of light incredulity.
"Are you serious? I've been walking from the other side of the bridge;" he was exaggerating but that didn't matter, "I'm not going anywhere unless it's in a car."
He let the lull occur, flicking off a speck of invisible dust from his arm before glancing back up at her, shrugging.
"It's a food establishment. You can stay if you want to," he told her, "and, I don't really eat when I'm sick. Elliot will make me drink soup though."
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Post by ∞ Miki Toizden on Jul 7, 2010 22:30:28 GMT -5
The most notable thing about Miki was how open she was. Not that she was voluntarily open; she just simply found it difficult to hide her feelings. So instead of trying to read her body language, for instance, you could simply look at her face. The truth would almost always be plastered all over it.
Her downside was her curiosity. Miki wanted to know everything. She loved to learn, and was interested in just about anything. That meant that she was easily distracted, because time doesn't stop. Since her brain simply cannot process every little thing her senses sense, some things unfortunately get cut out.
Maybe that's why she didn't hear him when he questioned if it was her birthday.*
However, she did hear him decline her offer for some cookie and her smile fell down. She wasn't frowning, but she wasn't smiling either. It was somewhere in between. Miki wasn't sure if he was declinging because he really didn't want any, or he thought it might be rude. She tried to lean more towards the being rude one. The world needed more polite people, rather then angry old people who scream at cafe employees. The memory made her smile, just a little.
It was like those people you see who have an inside joke and you're out of the loop. In this case, Eiji was far out of the loop. Miki liked squares better than loops anyway.
"You know, you can have some. I know I probably won't finish it anyway. Sweets aren't really my thing. They just look nice. And smell good," As if to back herself up, she leaned down hesitantly and took a gentle whiff of it. She hoped he didn't think sniffing food was gross. 'but by all means, I won't force you."
Stifling a yawn, she stretched her arms above her head. She knew she felt a little tired herself, but seeing as Eiji looked like he could very well fall asleep on the table, she wasn't going to encourage it. Instead, she focused on him. During which time, she came up with three conclusions:
1. She never wanted to EVER consume a bailey. (even though she knew her curiosity would win anyway)
2. Tomorrow morning she would go buy some enrgy drinks. Or supplements. You know, just in case.
3. His hair was more of an organized chaos than anything else. (but mild sex hair came in at a close second)
Miki didn't have a car. Or a bike. Or a scooter. Or any transportation device. What she did have were her legs, and she was quite good at using them. But that was the thing. Even if she was tired, she could still keep going. She was a Djinn afterall. But he couldn't know that. Eiji couldn't know that. It was a weapon that could be used against her, so she had to keep it safe.
But she could help him. She knew she could. They could be wherever they wanted in less then five seconds. But she couldn't. However, that didn't stop t knowledge from nagging at her from the back of her brain. Miki reached her hand up for rub her forehead nonchalantly, confirming her brewing headache suspicions.
Food establishments were somewhat new to Miki. She always cooked herself. So why would she ever have to go out to eat? To socialize, mostly. That's what she told her younger sister, anyway.
But who would want to stay in a restaurant? Is it open all the time or something? They must get paid much more than minimum wage. She frowned.
"Elliot?" she repeated, quirking a brow. Her frown turned into a line. The name didn't sound familiar. Probably because she fed people soup when they were sick. Miki didn't like soup to begin with, unless it was from Japan. The canned nonsense they have everywhere else in the world was ridiculous. If anything, Miki believed that was why Eiji felt so bad. That soup was probably poisonous. *But in reality it was because Amber completed missed it and didn't realize until a character slapped her in the face with it. :o |
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Post by Eiji Almasy. on Jul 9, 2010 11:15:22 GMT -5
Eiji wasn't so stupid that he couldn't notice how her expression fell when he declined her offer for some of her cookie. He stared at her crookedly, from where his head was practically laying down on the table, in a curious and rather sober way for what must have been longer than was comfortable. She was too expressive, he thought, which wouldn't have been a bad thing at all except that he had made reading people more than a mere habit, what with living with the people he lived with and being friends with the kind of people he was friends with, who were all so secretive and perceptive also. He paused for a moment, not noticeably, and thought that maybe the problem was that she made it too easy. He wanted a challenge, he wanted intrigue and drama, and too easily, he forgot what he was first thinking about, until she smelt the cookie.
What was she doing?
"It's okay," he declined again, trying not to sound like he had been put off by her sniffing, because he hadn't, though it seemed rather peculiar, he didn't think it entirely strange. Instead, he sounded almost self-important, more reminiscent of being spoiled and ridiculous like he was around his roommates as well as obnoxious family members.
"I'm not really in the chewing mood," he explained, and it sounded perfectly reasonable to him.
The specifics of her silent consternation weren't made aware to him, mostly because they were silent and he could see that she was withholding them from him, and also because he didn't look any further than her frown. He was turning 19 in a few weeks and life was only just beginning to return to how it should have always been. A year ago, the penthouse he shared with Andrew and Draco had been destroyed by Kara, and later, she had returned to destroy him. Wyatt Davis had died earlier that year, but that was neither foreseen or something he could consider inconvenient. Life, because that was what it was, that was what it had always been; a series of events that culminated to moments and emotions of poignancy, sadness, regret and love - it carved things in them in a way that was unavoidable, and what he had learned finally, after all that time, after his own series of events that began with adolescent heartbreak and discovery and now continuing with youthful liberty, was that it was best to let it change you, but to never forget.
And so the change was that he was no longer willing to delve into other people's lives and characters and feelings, because it cost him too much, in both the initial investment and the eventual loss. The change was that he was more hopeful, but also more cynical; he had no faith in people, or at least had learned that he couldn't have faith in everyone. While Miki could frown and think and say unusual things, it wasn't the night for him to learn her secrets, even though he had only just earlier wished she'd keep more from him. He watched her until she repeated Elliot's name, and while he wasn't prepared to think too much of the girl before him, he found that he no longer had any qualms with speaking of himself, to an extent anyway.
"She's my girlfriend," he said, and a slow, wonderful kind of grin grew on his face that matched his pleased kind of tone, that matched the extra note of lucidness that came about his expression. Because he realized, not for the first time though only after much tribulation, that it really was something to be happy with, letting everyone know about it. And while he normally would have gone about it in a more modest way, he was kind of drunk then, and so more truthful and unabashed, and really, he just loved talking about her.
"I should call her," he said, though why Miki would care, he didn't know, or maybe she would, because he had gathered so far that she as a nice person, and nice people generally cared about everything.
"She'd come get me," because he wasn't allowed to teleport when he was drunk. His indirect stare turned baleful for a moment, because he absolutely hated not adequately charging his phone and yet he did it at least once every week. Stupid phone.
"God, I wish I knew the people who worked this late."
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Post by ∞ Miki Toizden on Jul 13, 2010 13:11:37 GMT -5
Miki smirked, breaking a piece of the lonely cookie off and chewing on it thoughtfully. Eiji was an interesting character indeed. She didn’t recall knowing of anyone else that had to be in a mood to chew food. She gave up on trying to convince him and let her mind wander a bit. Miki had even completely forgot it was her birthday until a second ago. Her smirk ensued.
Her thought processes were interrupted though, when he spoke. Looking up, she stared at his face, which seemed to brighten when Elliot’s name was mentioned. She thought it rare to find someone who was affected so much by the one they love. Miki’s smirk turned into a smile. She remembered the days when she had that. They were bittersweet, and sometimes she wished she could have them back. Other times, she didn’t. Those were memories, secrets she didn’t want to dive into just yet. She wasn’t ready.
Miki’s smile turned back into a frown as her eyes rested on the cookie. That damned cookie. She was getting tired of looking at it. She eyed it menacingly, as if threatening to murder it or something. If it were alive, it probably would have been scared by her glare.
Somewhere between her smiling turning into a frown, Eiji spoke again. Miki mentally slapped herself, hard. Everytime he said something, she just barely caught it. Eventually, she knew she was going to miss something and the least thing she wanted to come off as was stupid. “Call her?” she repeated, just to make sure she heard right. For all she knew, he could have said “Impale her,” or something. Which didn’t make much sense, since Eiji didn’t look like the kind of guy that would impale anybody with anything, but you never know.
Miki didn’t think about it or hesitate, she just slipped her hand into her pocket to retrieve her phone. Then slid it across the table carelessly. Part of her wished it would fall off the table and break into thousands of cellular pieces. Then she wouldn’t have to deal with her mother. Or even have it. Or give it to Eiji so he could leave to live his lovely Elliot colored life.
She kind of wanted a color, too.
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Post by Eiji Almasy. on Jul 15, 2010 21:58:08 GMT -5
The phone hit his elbow and the small thud of impact caught his attention more than the action of sliding it across to him did. He didn't know she had a phone, though that wasn't exactly correct: of course she had a phone, everybody did. It occurred to him briefly when he was complaining about his own a while ago, and the ingenious idea that she'd lend it to him perhaps did cross his mind once when it had been relevant, but no offer had been forthcoming and he'd forgotten about it, also because he hadn't wanted to be presumptuous. She gave it to him now though, despite the fact that his thinking aloud of calling his girlfriend hadn't been intentional, or conscious even, or with the intention of duping her out of her phone.
He wondered if she'd grown bored of him or if his company was no longer wanted. Eiji smiled at this, a small and secretive, knowing kind of smile; not because he knew the answer to his own musings, her motivation behind lending her phone (he suspected she was purely altruistic, she had that particular vibe about her), but because he knew himself and that he was being nowhere near interesting enough or involved enough to be kept around. He was flighty and restless, tired and a touch addled, and his thoughts were reserved for a myriad of things; for Tristan, because while he knew the boy didn't work this late, it didn't stop him from wishing he did; for his lack of loose change or anything else small, because finding a pay phone would have solved all his problems over an hour ago; for his stupid phone and why he could never just charge it properly or at least not spend 3 talking hours on it when he wouldn't even remember the conversation afterward, after fooling around with games and video calls all day; football, because he liked to think about it often, especially with the current season being so close and undecided; his family, his upcoming birthday; his immense craving for Cheetos suddenly, and Elliot.
Eiji picked up the phone, a curious look on his face as he studied it for a moment; this girl was weird. There was nothing else more from her after her repeat of what he said and the quiet was almost disconcerting, and he couldn't put his finger on why, it just seemed almost uncomfortable, in a sense, not to have her say anything. Was she waiting for him to make the call? Maybe she didn't want to interrupt him. He looked up at her and half thought that maybe she could do something placating, like smile or even just a half of one, something to dispel the strangeness he felt.
He made the call anyway. He sat up, finally, though not before running his hand through his hair and tugging it at the back, and slid himself to the far side of the booth until he could put his back to the glass window and his Timberland boots up on the seat, elbows on knees as he dialed the familiar number.
"Thanks," he said, glancing at her for a moment as he waited for the other end to pick up, and grinned because he meant it, both his appreciation and expression.
"Hey baby," he said, voice low in murmur because talking loud or even normally would have been obnoxious. The voice on the end of the line was mildly digitalized and warped, but still, despite the late hour and his horrible sense of navigation that had led him halfway across Seattle, he couldn't help but give a twitch of his lips, even if it was abashed.
"Where are you? Are you okay?" He could hear in the background someone yelling if he'd gotten mugged or raped and then someone else complaining how he hadn't brought the milk yet or the request for funyuns they'd texted half an hour ago. He would have flipped them off, if only they could have seen him.
"I'm at the Diner, I got lost," he answered, tone wry because it was an awfully big accident; "can you send a cab?" He would have preferred for one of them, or her, to ride along with him, or for any of them to drive and get him, but he would never ask.
He made a few more audible reassurances - 'I didn't get mugged, I've got money; no, it's okay, I can take it myself, you should probably meet me at the front to make sure I'm alive haha, no, but seriously, can you meet me at the front? My phone is practically dead. I'm not drunk, I promise,' - half of which weren't true, but they were important to say anyway for both their benefits. He ducked his head and nodded under the hand on his forehead, making some acknowledging noises, a calculative move to hide his face because while the whole world knew he loved his girlfriend, it was still a private and intimate act to say 'I love you.'
He hung up after and quickly looked at the call duration before carefully placing the phone in the middle of the table. It hadn't been for longer than three minutes, but he looked at Miki apologetically anyway and said; "Sorry," because it was extremely rude to have a conversation on the phone while you were with someone else in the present.
"The cab'll be here in about 20 minutes," he told her, perfunctory as always, "Do you have somewhere you need to go?" [/blockquote] |
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Post by ∞ Miki Toizden on May 6, 2011 10:48:12 GMT -5
Miki watched him carefully through her pereferals, though her apparent focus was on the table. She was amused by the shifting expressions on his face. He seemed to go through many stages before finally reaching his goal. She wondered what he was thinking between the time of sliding the phone across and him actually using it. It's similar to the strangers you pass on the street. You wonder what their life is like; how they are feeling and what they are heading towards. Miki was always observant, always thinking too much about things like this. However, he was a unique interest. For Miki didn't socialize much anymore. The djinn was too busy trying to take care of herself to branch out to others. She would not lean on anyone.
The atmosphere around them, Miki noticed, shifted twice since offering the phone. She had pondered this before she even slid the phone. The first was that he seemed to be bothered by her silence. Some are afraid of silent people; afraid of their secrets. The second was when the words, "Hey baby," exited his mouth. As soon as they reached her ears, Miki began to feel uncomfortable. She didn't know whether it was caused by the intimacy of the conversation or the fact Eiji was the one uttering them. Did it matter?
She sat very still for the first portion of his phone conversation, storing it in her mind to mull over later. Miki must of looked awkward, all rigid in her seat. However, near the end of his telephone call, she abruptly jerked upwards and stretched with all her might, lifting her hands above her head and yawning. It was a big slice in the silence. His final words of, "I love you" floated along the gash Miki already made in the atmosphere. She heard the phrase as if their were a speaker next to her face. A frown made its way onto her face.
As Eiji's attention switched back to her, she quickly reversed the frown. "Oh, it's no problem. Don't worry about it!" She wasn't sure if it sounded overly cheery or not. Slowly, she picked up her phone and let it fall into her pocket. Miki knew she would try to escape soon, so she dared a look at him and leaving herself open. She always felt that her face, especially eyes, could give away her deepest feeling immediately. The door to the soul, some say. She was unsure of what he saw in them now, if anything, but the possibilities made her nervous. Miki had an unreasonable care for him that she didn't want nurtured. Averting her gaze, she stood up and grabbed her hat from the seat. He was speaking now, about the cab.
"Oh, and it is my birthday," she murmured as she stood straight, folding the hat into her pocket. "I don't have anywhere to be. I will probably go for a walk." She offered him a light smile before holding out a small hand for him to shake. If she felt like this just being in a diner with him, there was no way she wanted to be in a cab with him. And what would his Elliot think?
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