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iambetadraconisYou'd think by now he knew how things worked at the Bar at the End of the Universe to recognise its weird whenever it sprung up...
He didn't talk to the drunken man; only passed him by.
Innocent, for a beginning.
And an hour after that, he'd forgotten even that much.
But when he saw that oh-so-simple-looking cube, with all those colours...
He spent a good three hours twisting the damn thing this way and that, trying to figure it out and getting steadily more annoyed with it, before giving it up as a lost cause and deciding to hand it over to someone else instead, so that they could share the frustration.
It ended up in his pocket. Presumably for later.
With that little matter settled, he went about looking for something else to do.
That's when he made another discovery.
Contrary to popular opinion, rocks are not dull. They're interesting. Unique. Fascinating.
And the bloody things have their own personality, that you'd only discover once you've gotten and spent time with two or three of them.
Five or six.
Ten or twenty.
And now here, at his home in Lunar, one of the rooms has been transformed into a ... kennel? Stable? Rockery? full of rocks and stones of all sizes and kinds, much to Elea's amusement.
Or is it annoyance?
Well, while her beau spends time dusting his granite companions, she's sitting downstairs waiting for someone just a little more inclined to talk about far more normal things than whether basalt is given towards playfulness, or if flint rocks are happiest in groups.
She examines the kettle that's steadily heating up.
He should be here any minute now...
He didn't talk to the drunken man; only passed him by.
Innocent, for a beginning.
And an hour after that, he'd forgotten even that much.
But when he saw that oh-so-simple-looking cube, with all those colours...
He spent a good three hours twisting the damn thing this way and that, trying to figure it out and getting steadily more annoyed with it, before giving it up as a lost cause and deciding to hand it over to someone else instead, so that they could share the frustration.
It ended up in his pocket. Presumably for later.
With that little matter settled, he went about looking for something else to do.
That's when he made another discovery.
Contrary to popular opinion, rocks are not dull. They're interesting. Unique. Fascinating.
And the bloody things have their own personality, that you'd only discover once you've gotten and spent time with two or three of them.
Five or six.
Ten or twenty.
And now here, at his home in Lunar, one of the rooms has been transformed into a ... kennel? Stable? Rockery? full of rocks and stones of all sizes and kinds, much to Elea's amusement.
Or is it annoyance?
Well, while her beau spends time dusting his granite companions, she's sitting downstairs waiting for someone just a little more inclined to talk about far more normal things than whether basalt is given towards playfulness, or if flint rocks are happiest in groups.
She examines the kettle that's steadily heating up.
He should be here any minute now...
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Date: 2013-04-11 07:45 pm (UTC)"So is it safe to assume that whatever Rabastan has will wear off?" he murmurs, a little too focused on manipulating the colored squares into something resembling sense.
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Date: 2013-04-12 08:08 am (UTC)"Certainly. In the meantime my main concern is in keeping him out of further trouble."
Obviously it's her main concern, since twisting the cube this way and that is Autor's.
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Date: 2013-04-12 02:38 pm (UTC)Autor's cheeks flare up a little as he glances at her. "Right, you stated that you, um, had a way to do that? Should I leave?"
He'll take the cube, obviously.
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Date: 2013-04-12 08:20 pm (UTC)Because maybe Autor can learn to not be so disagreeable towards other people?
Because Elea believes in being nice to people—even people who think antagonising others is perfectly acceptable behaviour?
"Goodness Autor. You'd have me believing that's all I did! Certainly, that's one way to keep him occupied, and one I won't turn down, but I have other tactics too.
"You can stay here, and play with your colourful toy. Rabastan and I are going for a walk about town.
"The book room is on the second floor, if you take the stairs at the opposite end of the hall that led to Rabastan's rock collection. One flight up, second door on the left. If you're interested?"
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Date: 2013-04-12 08:49 pm (UTC)"You didn't--" he starts, but then stops when he nearly bites through his bottom lip in embarrassment. "That impression isn't the only... oh, never mind!"
Autor stands again, and straightens his blazer. "I don't mean to keep you," he says, and drains the remainder of his stew. "Lunch was very nice, and I hope the walk is passable. I'll leave you to it, but I'll be borrowing this, with the promise to return it shortly."
He holds up the cube, most of the colors of which he has already grouped into squares. Then he sketches a little bow and starts clearing his dishes from the table, intent upon leaving so that they can get to their walk.
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Date: 2013-04-12 09:14 pm (UTC)Fostering such a change through good example is what she's hoping for here.
"Keep it," Rabastan says, getting up and levitating the remaining dirty dishes into the sink. "I can't figure it out."
"You are always welcome to visit, Autor. If not here, then my home in Meribia."
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Date: 2013-04-12 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-13 01:24 am (UTC)Pause. She'd stopped for a moment in the kitchen to retrieve something before she rejoined them at the door. And was giving it to Autor now.
"Here. There's some more of that tea, as well as the recipe. Enjoy."
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Date: 2013-04-13 02:26 am (UTC)He raises a brow at Rabastan. "Good luck with your rockery issue. Do let me know how it turns out."
Ever confident, he tucks that and The Language of Flowers under his arm, and strolls off into the afternoon.