Hello Finn, You've not forgotten me, I hope? It's been some days since your return; I figured it courteous to not bombard you with my concern right away, but it having been as long as it is now, I'm afraid my patience is worn. Are you okay?
Whatever it was that happened to you, I doubt it was any good. Save for one outlier (whose accounts can only be so truthful, given his profession), what I've heard and read has not been great. You can spare the details if you so wish; I know when my input is not needed.
I didn't know what to think when all of you left like that. So abruptly, all together. I suppose I thought "it figures," because I can assure you I spared the world my typical emotional meltdown this time around.
It's not that I'm trying to keep it secret or not tell you anything. It was just a lot of bad that happened. Some good, too, but even that's sort of bad. It's like a wall that I don't know how to get through.
I'm sorry all this happened. That we all vanished.
It's not like you WANTED it to happen, so I can't really ask you to apologize for it. It's out of your control, right? I'm mostly done being angry about it by now. I'm just kind of sick of the back-and-forth; can we please have a reprieve for five whole minutes? Make it up to me anyway. Take me out for ice cream.
[ He's still sorry but repeating himself will go nowhere.
And as much as he doesn't want to be around anyone right now, he feels like Cecelia would be the best person to talk to about it. If he could talk about it at all. ]
I am, yes. I suppose I should expect this as fair warning for any sudden apparating in my sight? (At the magic store, of course; please don't ever teleport into my room.)
[ A little bit of soon later, and Finn appears outside the front doors of the shop. What? He's not going to scare her after exchange. But he does walk right on in. ]
[Cecelia wastes no time in discarding her magazine and hurrying around the counter, rushing over to hug him. a bit brash, sure, but there are few people left with which she would be so openly relieved nowadays.]
Thank gods! [it's a brief, but tight hug before she pulls away, off to grab her things.] Let's get out of here before another stupid disaster comes crashing in!
Anyway, Finn returns the hug firmly, realizing he missed her more than he thought he had. She wasn't one for his sort of dramatic melancholy. It'd do him some good to get a different brand.
Then the hug ends and he watches after her with a little smile. ]
[while wrapping up in her shawl and slinging her purse onto her shoulder:] Yes, I do. It's around the corner and two crossings down. You can sit in there and not be so cold. But first-- [she sidesteps back to the counter to grab her journal and some keys before waving toward the door and heading there.] --I need your assistance. You're going to save me the trouble of having to climb up a footstool today, and I'm most pleased about that.
[she briskly heads outside, a few steps ahead of her delight in his return so she can stay clipped and on-task, waiting for him before locking the door and then pointing up.]
Kindly pull that cage down, will you? I can't reach it on my own. Once I lock that up, we leave at once.
To keep ne'er-do-wells from breaking in. [she crouches to lock it at its base.] There's a strange number of people who are invested in trying to steal petty magic trick equipment, believe it or not. Gods only know why... None of it is even that impressive, yet the way some of the regulars talk about it...
[she makes a disgusted sound, getting back to her feet and dusting her gloves off.]
Ugh, it's whatever. Like, most of them have started to learn to shut up when I've had enough of their rambling? So long as certain ones don't cross paths and start a ruckus. Please do me a favor and do not take on any work that brings you anywhere near clowns, mimes, or "illusionists." [she pokes his arm very pointedly.] You're forbidden. If you get caught up in any of that nonsense, I'll vomit, I really will.
[ Some of that stuff did seem interesting, but while Finn can admit that to himself, he probably shouldn't out loud. Still, he smiles at the pokes. It's a little subdued but it's a smile. ]
I've seen real magic. The fake kind isn't nearly as interesting. [ Still kinda interesting, though. ] At least they're passionate about something?
I'd rather they be passionate somewhere else, thank you very much. Gods, this world is so full of weirdos obsessed with the dumbest stuff, you know?
[not like her being a self-insert fan ficcer is weird or dumb, shut up.
she lets out a sigh once they enter the shop, grateful that, somehow, a store specializing in cold treats is still warmer than outside. it smells kind of sugary, too, which can do wonders for the mood.]
[ Finn kind of likes the obsession trend. Well, most of it. The harmless ones. He likes seeing people passionate about mundane, harmless things. It's refreshing. At the same time, he's pretty sure Cecelia's talking some really bad ones but he can never be sure with her. ]
No, I haven't. [ Just skipping over the obsessions topic, I guess. ] I've seen places like this but I actually haven't been to an ice cream shop before. Just- I don't know. This is pretty cool, though.
[ It is cool, but he's always been too busy with other things to bother with something like this.
He was the type to busy himself to escape his thoughts, but now he can't seem to find the motivation to be busy at all. That dullness probably comes out a little in his voice, too, but he still keeps the tiny, warm smile just from her own obvious sigh. ]
[she lightly bats at his arm to dismiss the worry.] Pish-posh! You're living i a world where they deep fry everything and try to put it on a stick. This can't possibly be a food-crime! And besides, it looks fine. Look, me? I usually stick to something loaded with strawberries or cherries-- maybe chocolate if I'm miserable.
[beat.]
Load it up with chocolate syrup. You're miserable. It'll help.
[ He huffs a laugh and does just that after he gets his order. It's just a nice mountain of ice cream and chocolate now but he goes for the strawberries, too.
Then, after a beat, while he's fixing his up to look pretty: ] I don't look that miserable, do I?
Well, no, but, like-- [she makes a struggling sound while topping off her concoction of strawberry and vanilla and chocolate with a pair of cherries -- scoffing at the distant reminder from the attendant that extra cherries cost extra -- before finishing their conveyor line to the register.
while finagling with her purse:] It's like a whole thing, right? Like, aura? Aura, and...expression and outfit and voice and stuff? It's a whole situation. Like, I'd be completely stupid not to notice it even without the context of your dread adventures. Right?
[ Finn looks down at himself. Does his outfit really give it away?
Ah, whatever. She's right, he figures. The misery's probably glowing around him. He's not exactly proud of it.
He sets his own concoction next to hers and digs out his wallet to pay. ] I've got it. Compensation for dealing with my misery. [ It's said with a smile, at least. ]
No! [she lightly swats his hand and money away -- repeatedly, if she must, and will position herself directly in front of the register if that's what it takes.] No, I've got it! Because that means you'll owe me something later, right?
[it's blackmail, threatening the universe to dare interfere with their friend-time. she knows her odds are bad, but she's prodding that tiger anyway.
now with all items paid, Cecelia grabs a fistful of napkins and finds them seats near a window, plopping down with a huff.]
The only thing really miserable is the fact eating too much of this stuff makes you fat... [she says before immediately shoving a spoonful in her mouth.]
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You've not forgotten me, I hope? It's been some days since your return; I figured it courteous to not bombard you with my concern right away, but it having been as long as it is now, I'm afraid my patience is worn.
Are you okay?
DOUBLE DIPPING INTO THE ANGST I SEE ♥♥♥ ilu
I just haven't been out a lot lately. Stuck in my head, I guess.
Are you all right? Were you sent there, too?
[ Question, dodged! ]
YOU KNOW I GOTTA ♥
I didn't know what to think when all of you left like that. So abruptly, all together.
I suppose I thought "it figures," because I can assure you I spared the world my typical emotional meltdown this time around.
♥ lol
It's not that I'm trying to keep it secret or not tell you anything. It was just a lot of bad that happened. Some good, too, but even that's sort of bad. It's like a wall that I don't know how to get through.
I'm sorry all this happened. That we all vanished.
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Make it up to me anyway. Take me out for ice cream.
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And as much as he doesn't want to be around anyone right now, he feels like Cecelia would be the best person to talk to about it. If he could talk about it at all. ]
You got it. Are you free now?
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(At the magic store, of course; please don't ever teleport into my room.)
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Be there soon.
[ A little bit of soon later, and Finn appears outside the front doors of the shop. What? He's not going to scare her after exchange. But he does walk right on in. ]
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[Cecelia wastes no time in discarding her magazine and hurrying around the counter, rushing over to hug him. a bit brash, sure, but there are few people left with which she would be so openly relieved nowadays.]
Thank gods! [it's a brief, but tight hug before she pulls away, off to grab her things.] Let's get out of here before another stupid disaster comes crashing in!
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It took like five seconds, Cece!Anyway, Finn returns the hug firmly, realizing he missed her more than he thought he had. She wasn't one for his sort of dramatic melancholy. It'd do him some good to get a different brand.
Then the hug ends and he watches after her with a little smile. ]
Did you have a place in mind?
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[she briskly heads outside, a few steps ahead of her delight in his return so she can stay clipped and on-task, waiting for him before locking the door and then pointing up.]
Kindly pull that cage down, will you? I can't reach it on my own. Once I lock that up, we leave at once.
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Why's a cage out here?
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[she makes a disgusted sound, getting back to her feet and dusting her gloves off.]
Well, then. [she takes his arm.] Shall we?
OH A CAGE I GET IT NOW LMFAO FUCK
He takes her arm and they set off. ]
None of it's even real, though. Stealing things like that doesn't make a lot of sense. Sorry you have to deal with them.
LMAOOO LOOK IDK WHAT THEYRE REALLY CALLED AND...NEITHER DOES CECE. STAYS IC
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I've seen real magic. The fake kind isn't nearly as interesting. [ Still kinda interesting, though. ] At least they're passionate about something?
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[not like her being a self-insert fan ficcer is weird or dumb, shut up.
she lets out a sigh once they enter the shop, grateful that, somehow, a store specializing in cold treats is still warmer than outside. it smells kind of sugary, too, which can do wonders for the mood.]
Have you been in here before? It's nice, right?
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No, I haven't. [ Just skipping over the obsessions topic, I guess. ] I've seen places like this but I actually haven't been to an ice cream shop before. Just- I don't know. This is pretty cool, though.
[ It is cool, but he's always been too busy with other things to bother with something like this.
He was the type to busy himself to escape his thoughts, but now he can't seem to find the motivation to be busy at all. That dullness probably comes out a little in his voice, too, but he still keeps the tiny, warm smile just from her own obvious sigh. ]
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this just means she has to take charge, shepherding him to the counter where the array of flavors are.]
Pick however many you want. They can mix them all together if you want. Go crazy.
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Finn huffs a laugh at her and starts to choose from the myriad of colors, picking a few flavors he knows and some he doesn't. (Tart? Really?)
The worker is building up his little sundae, sans the mixing part, when he looks back at her. ]
What do you like at these things? Am I doing it right?
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[beat.]
Load it up with chocolate syrup. You're miserable. It'll help.
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Then, after a beat, while he's fixing his up to look pretty: ] I don't look that miserable, do I?
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while finagling with her purse:] It's like a whole thing, right? Like, aura? Aura, and...expression and outfit and voice and stuff? It's a whole situation. Like, I'd be completely stupid not to notice it even without the context of your dread adventures. Right?
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Ah, whatever. She's right, he figures. The misery's probably glowing around him. He's not exactly proud of it.
He sets his own concoction next to hers and digs out his wallet to pay. ] I've got it. Compensation for dealing with my misery. [ It's said with a smile, at least. ]
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[it's blackmail, threatening the universe to dare interfere with their friend-time. she knows her odds are bad, but she's prodding that tiger anyway.
now with all items paid, Cecelia grabs a fistful of napkins and finds them seats near a window, plopping down with a huff.]
The only thing really miserable is the fact eating too much of this stuff makes you fat... [she says before immediately shoving a spoonful in her mouth.]
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