esoteric_rose | Record: 56

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Record: 56

Seven hundred and thirty.

I never thought the count would get this high, nor see what has happened happen.

Before you start getting worried, if that's your style, I'll say this-this is something positive, so please don't be upset.

Of course, there have been interruptions, and most of the numbers blur into one, but occasionally it serves well to pull one out of the count for consideration. But mainly, they keep their records, I keep mine, and we're content to let that be.

Just the reflections of a mind this morning.

[ooc: Starting from this comment, all further ones in that thread have been struck out.]

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Good morning, fairest Juliet. I haven't made breakfast this morning but if you come down to the restaurant I can make whatever you like while we continue to set up for such a celebration.

But do look on the couch for what is yours. [Black spares no expense in a very beautiful and elegant looking red dress with a bit of black lace and something of a rose on top for her hair]

Black. What are you doing?

[...That is a very nice dress that fits perfectly. She'll be wearing that today.]

No less than what is deserved. You've been alive for two years.

[Oh, if looks could be transferred through paper.] You knew I didn't want any sort of fuss last time, this is the same.

No one has to know why we are celebrating. We've all been alive for a while.

...I like that idea. That's wonderful.

We accounted for not many anyways.

[A pause] If you want to put [Another pause]...Smoke in something nicer and he has nothing to wear he can [Oh god another pause] borrow something of mine.

[A long pause while she laughs hysterically off journal, nearly crying from it.]

That's a very gracious offer of you.

[If he knew she was laughing, he'd probably be giving her a look through the journal]

But of course, m'lady. You know where my things are.

[Still giggling as she replies.]

It's a beautiful dress.

[Better be a steady hand or he'll suspect something]

I am glad you like it.

[It's steady! Enough.]

It fits perfectly. Thank you.

Good, I was hoping it would. [With creepy perfect measurements.]

Shall I start breakfast for you here at the restaurant in a little while and if so, will that be for one or two?

[Creepy to everyone but her.]

Yes, I would like that, and I'm coming alone, don't fret about that. [Laughing again. Oh Black.]

I'm not fretting but as you wish. [Which is written rather hastily]

Hmm. Really, if I was to look at your face at this very moment, would I see an expression that verifies your statement or utterly contradicts it?

[A bit more loosely written, she's walking as she writes.]

The former would be the current expression. [A half lie] Why would I be fretting over him.

[As is his, moving towards the kitchen to prep it]

Edited 2011-05-20 01:13 (UTC)

Because you fret even without realizing it.

[Elevator, going down.]

And given what you've acted like in the past...I'm surprised you're comfortable enough to discuss this in public.

I have no reason to fret over him.

[He pauses and hates how he's slipping and Juliet's caught on]

I've been distracted.

Do you want me to take the words away?

[Say the word, and she'll snap her pen over the sentences to hide them.]

I'm almost there. The one thing I actually will request from you today is for you to consent to talking a bit about this.

I was going to, but yes, you may as well.

[He watches the scratching out and leaves the journal for a second to find that apron]

Are you sure today? I meant to talk to you earlier.

You haven't really been home enough for me to ask properly, so yes, today.

[She shuts the journal and tucks it away when she finishes crossing out the writing, close enough to the restaurant that it's stupid to keep going in it, and instead enters, looking for him.]

Edited 2011-05-20 06:19 (UTC)

Again, I have been rather distracted.

[Juliet knows he doesn't spend all his time at the restaurant and hatchery, especially his days off. He'll look over his shoulder at her presence showing up closer. Chairs are pushed against the wall and packed a bit with moved to the side tables with a bit of a wide space in the middle.]

I'm back here. [He calls from the kitchen]

[She takes a moment to admire the restaurant again before heading closer. It was wonderful, that he could have something of his own like this. Something he made and wanted to have for no other reason than he wanted to. Admirable, and classic. But that could be saved for later.

She comes over and leans against the doorframe to the kitchen, lightly smiling. The questions could bend to habit, first.]

Good morning, Black.

[He'll give a full turn when she enters, one hand resting on the counter to his left near a few select ingredients. This was his and no one elses. He wouldn't let anyone take away what belonged to him.

The demon's eyes wander down Juliet's frame at the dress. As usual, it is beautiful on her]

Good morning, Juliet. Elegant as always.

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/stares at Sebby's dripping wet shot in chapter

/stares at his hair

Ya know Black's is probably a bit long since he grows it like a humans

Does he trim it at all?

Maybe when it seems slightly unkempt

he better

for subconcious oogling or matchmaker set ups?

Both, obviously.

that's what I thought xD <3

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