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paixaorpg2006-09-11 01:04 pm
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Stuck With The Weird [complete]
Character(s): The Prince, Dante
Content: Dante is drafted for babysitting duty. Imagine the extreme joy Dante feels.
Setting: A restaurant near N8 and moves along to Matinal's.
Time: week 2, evening
Warnings: None yet
Dante nearly threw his journal across the room when he read Jenet’s little note.
She was going out drinking. Okay, that was cool. Dante appreciated a few good drinks every now and then, and never objected to someone going out to have a good time. He did that pretty often himself. Sometimes he’d go with Trish, and other times he’d leave the office in her hands and go get plastered on his own.
That wasn’t the part he objected to. Not at all.
Jenet was going to a bar. Children were not allowed at bars. Jenet’s pint-sized friend was a child.
She was leaving the strange…kid…thing with him. As in his care. He’d be responsible for the little tyke. He’d have to make sure he ate all his meals and was tucked into bed at a reasonable hour.
What had Dante ever done to show Jenet that he was a kid person????!!!! One could imagine the indignity that resulted from such an implication.
“Jenet, the next time I see you, I’m going to owe you a lot more than a drink!” he yelled at the journal screen, among other choice words. She may have been hot, but she just stiffed him! This was going to be one of the worst nights ever! The kid was weird. Dante could handle weird most nights. On a good, sober night, maybe even kid. But not both. Not at once.
Dante imagined the Prince’s sunny smile and rambling sentences, and almost snapped his journal in half.
They had been in a restaurant. Had been, as in the manager had come over to their table and quietly asked them to leave. Now Dante was stalking outside the building, pacing back and forth, swearing his head off. He didn’t care if Prince heard him or not. He was pissed, and everyone was going to hear about it.
Content: Dante is drafted for babysitting duty. Imagine the extreme joy Dante feels.
Setting: A restaurant near N8 and moves along to Matinal's.
Time: week 2, evening
Warnings: None yet
Dante nearly threw his journal across the room when he read Jenet’s little note.
She was going out drinking. Okay, that was cool. Dante appreciated a few good drinks every now and then, and never objected to someone going out to have a good time. He did that pretty often himself. Sometimes he’d go with Trish, and other times he’d leave the office in her hands and go get plastered on his own.
That wasn’t the part he objected to. Not at all.
Jenet was going to a bar. Children were not allowed at bars. Jenet’s pint-sized friend was a child.
She was leaving the strange…kid…thing with him. As in his care. He’d be responsible for the little tyke. He’d have to make sure he ate all his meals and was tucked into bed at a reasonable hour.
What had Dante ever done to show Jenet that he was a kid person????!!!! One could imagine the indignity that resulted from such an implication.
“Jenet, the next time I see you, I’m going to owe you a lot more than a drink!” he yelled at the journal screen, among other choice words. She may have been hot, but she just stiffed him! This was going to be one of the worst nights ever! The kid was weird. Dante could handle weird most nights. On a good, sober night, maybe even kid. But not both. Not at once.
Dante imagined the Prince’s sunny smile and rambling sentences, and almost snapped his journal in half.
They had been in a restaurant. Had been, as in the manager had come over to their table and quietly asked them to leave. Now Dante was stalking outside the building, pacing back and forth, swearing his head off. He didn’t care if Prince heard him or not. He was pissed, and everyone was going to hear about it.
no subject
Dante carefully took a pear from the stand. Taking fruit was sometimes a finely-honed skill. An art, if you would. He plucked one from towards the top so the rest of the fruits would be as little disturbed as possible. He turned to give it to Prince but the little guy had already taken off. Dante scanned the area and saw the Prince bounding down another aisle. Damn.
This had the potential to be disastrous, so Dante hurried after him. “Hey, hey!” he called. “You gotta pick something, kid! You can’t have one of everything here! Pick three or four things you want and let’s get out of here already.” People were giving him strange looks. Did they think this twerp belonged to him? With the way Dante was hurrying after, they probably did. “Oh, and that’s not a pumpkin.”
Dante wondered how the Prince had so much energy. Kids usually did, but this was supposed to be a hungry kid. They got tired, slower, and crankier when they were hungry. How come this one seemed just as bouncy as ever? He’d never understand even if he spent lifetimes thinking on it. As he trailed the Prince, he took a few things for himself as well, putting everything in a bag he’d picked up along the way.
As to the Prince’s assessment of Dante being a considerate guy? He wasn’t about to correct that for anything. The last thing he needed was more waterworks from the kid.