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soul_logs2011-07-12 06:05 pm
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romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone [OPEN]
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mr_fancy_car and YOU
Location: Shopping District (most notably going from Papercut Books and Antiquities to Death By Pastry for his usual tea)
Rating: G for GREAT UNNECESSARY FEELINGS
Time: Sunday, Nov. 28. Whole afternoon.
Description: After receiving Yoko's letter to him, Miles is going to take some time to think...and think...and think about this some more...over tea. And maybe dessert. Mostly tea with extra brooding. Poke him whenever and wherever, just indicate in the tag where you'll be at. Both action and prose are welcome, I'll swing however you swing~
[After replying to England's transmission with a simple text message thanking him for relaying Yoko's letter, Miles decided that it was time to get out for a bit.
A part of his mind told him he wasn't just getting out for some air. Said part reminded him of what Yoko had told him in her letter to him...about being "more than friends".
He didn't know what to think about that. Neither did he know how to feel about that. Yoko was a comrade, no matter what anyone said. They were friends, nothing more. They had helped each other when sand creatures threatened the city, she had brought him lunch at the Agency, he had taught her how to dance the tango...
The prosecutor took a deep breath, trying to clear his head. It didn't work. This was going to be a long walk.
Perhaps afterward he would have tea at Death By Pastry again...but that also dredged up memories of narrating to Yoko the events that had transpired when she had been sent home briefly. Again, he didn't know what to think, or how to feel about that, especially as Yoko had held his hand then, and he didn't know how to tell her to...well, not hold his hand.
It wasn't that he reciprocated her desire to be "more than friends", or felt anything beyond platonic appreciation. It was just...just...
Usually he had no difficulty finding words to express himself. This was one of those rare instances when he couldn't even think of how to start describing how he felt.
She was safer in her own world, that much he knew. Yes. But it did nothing for how he felt right now.]
mr_fancy_car and YOULocation: Shopping District (most notably going from Papercut Books and Antiquities to Death By Pastry for his usual tea)
Rating: G for GREAT UNNECESSARY FEELINGS
Time: Sunday, Nov. 28. Whole afternoon.
Description: After receiving Yoko's letter to him, Miles is going to take some time to think...and think...and think about this some more...over tea. And maybe dessert. Mostly tea with extra brooding. Poke him whenever and wherever, just indicate in the tag where you'll be at. Both action and prose are welcome, I'll swing however you swing~
[After replying to England's transmission with a simple text message thanking him for relaying Yoko's letter, Miles decided that it was time to get out for a bit.
A part of his mind told him he wasn't just getting out for some air. Said part reminded him of what Yoko had told him in her letter to him...about being "more than friends".
He didn't know what to think about that. Neither did he know how to feel about that. Yoko was a comrade, no matter what anyone said. They were friends, nothing more. They had helped each other when sand creatures threatened the city, she had brought him lunch at the Agency, he had taught her how to dance the tango...
The prosecutor took a deep breath, trying to clear his head. It didn't work. This was going to be a long walk.
Perhaps afterward he would have tea at Death By Pastry again...but that also dredged up memories of narrating to Yoko the events that had transpired when she had been sent home briefly. Again, he didn't know what to think, or how to feel about that, especially as Yoko had held his hand then, and he didn't know how to tell her to...well, not hold his hand.
It wasn't that he reciprocated her desire to be "more than friends", or felt anything beyond platonic appreciation. It was just...just...
Usually he had no difficulty finding words to express himself. This was one of those rare instances when he couldn't even think of how to start describing how he felt.
She was safer in her own world, that much he knew. Yes. But it did nothing for how he felt right now.]