Event

[beastkingnaoma]

Jinn is at a small table at a cafe.

He seems to be reading a book on logic and reasoning.

Standing on the table is the Sonic Chick he was previously chasing. Wearing a tiny mortar board, with a stick in it's mouth. There's a stack of similarly cerebral books, too.

Jinn pauses to rub his eyes, and the Sonic Chick smacks him with the stick. He begins to shake the chick, which squawks at him in anger, as he yells back at it.

"....do I even have to read this, where the hell did he even find you, you overgrown canary..."

It continues as such.

Comments

[naturalcure]

"Yeah, basically." [She takes a big sip of her coffee.]

[beastkingnaoma]

"So if you learn to control yourself better you could do more stuff."

[naturalcure]

"....I guess. [She drops her arms on to the table and drops her head into her arms.] "It already feels like I'm not doin' anything. If I just sat around all day trying to get all "zen" or whatever, it'd just make me feel worse."

[beastkingnaoma]

"Maybe you could try gardening with Desde. She does that right."

[naturalcure]

[FROWN.]

"Desde's been a total pain since we got back from that tournament."

[beastkingnaoma]

"Is she trying really hard to make sure you don't over do it?

Does she get you up at like 6 AM and is all like 'Time for gentle calisthenics and fruit salad for breakfast!' and then hides the coffee?"

[naturalcure]

"Why do you think I walked all the way out here just to get a damn cup of Blue-Eyes Mountain?" [She angrily takes another sip.] "Can't even enjoy the rich quality."

[beastkingnaoma]

"..I'm conflicted here."

[naturalcure]

"...conflicted?" [She raises an eyebrow.]

[beastkingnaoma]

"Well, on the one hand it's annoying you and making you miserable.

On the other hand, I find it really, really funny."

[naturalcure]

"...if I didn't walk six blocks to get this cup of coffee, I'd be spitting it in your face right now."

[Sip.]

[beastkingnaoma]

"I guess I'll feel bad for you and just laugh at the mental image of Desdemona being the Den Mother."

[naturalcure]

"Thanks. I guess I won't even tell you the other reason I came in here if you're too wracked with guffaws to listen."

[beastkingnaoma]

"No no, tell me I promise to try very hard not to laugh."

[naturalcure]

[She wordlessly continues to sip her coffee.]

[beastkingnaoma]

"Come on, tell me."

[naturalcure]

"Alright, fine."

[She takes about four minutes drinking the rest of the cup before she sets it down.]

"I saw you were in here and wanted to ask you something."

[beastkingnaoma]

"Uh huh."

[naturalcure]

"...Wanna go out?"

[beastkingnaoma]

He pauses to think.

"I do, but, I feel like there's something I have to say first."

[naturalcure]

[Her expression changes to what might be petrified terror for a second, before returning to neutral.]

"Whas' that?"

[beastkingnaoma]

"Well. In case you haven't noticed, in which case you might need to get your eyes checked, I tend to. Well. Get easily infatuated."

[naturalcure]

"Uh. No comment."

[beastkingnaoma]

"Yeah. So. I get easily infatuated and I jump into relationships and then... stay in them much longer than I should, because I never want to make someone feel bad by breaking up with them even if I think the relationship is doomed. I've done this.. basically my entire life. I tend to tread water in relationships. It doesn't help that I'm halfway through my 20s and still don't really know what I'm looking for in a partner."

He's trying very hard to seem casual about this.

"I'm trying to. Learn not to do that. And I especially don't want to do it to -you- because you're my friend. So. Basically is. I'd like to go out but. Let's go. Slow. Okay?"

[naturalcure]

"..." [Isabel is silent for a few minutes, but eventually, she lets out a small giggle.]

"Man, you're trying to seem all composed on it, but you just dumped a pretty big personal thing on me outta nowhere." [She doesn't seem bothered by it - if anything, she seems a little more chipper.]

"I guess...I kinda have the same problem in a different way right now? Either way...slow's about all I can manage right now." [To accentuate the point, she holds up her dinky prosthetic arm.] "So...maybe that sounds pretty good, actually."