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epidemiology2016-01-10 07:13 am
winces) wrote in epidemiology2016-01-10 07:13 am
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CHARACTERS: olivia & keats
DATE: backdated to january 6
WARNINGS: extreme levels of awkward
SUMMARY: it's cool. they're totally cool. friends totally kiss then never speak to each other again save for letters attached to thoughtful presents. they're fine.
[ she's been leaving him food again. she's been a little worried, as she's wont to get, that he may not be eating as properly as he should, or that he's using too much of their tenuous allowance from alastair to purchase made meals. (he doesn't much look like the type to know what to do behind a stove, though she's careful to only think this and never say it out loud... since he also looks like the type to carry a bit of pride, heh.)
but her concern is genuine, and it isn't as if he's the only one she's been regularly feeding, if in this case "regular" means a least every other day.
granted, it isn't a lot, now that the weather has gotten a touch more severe, she isn't able to duck out into the trades district as often as she'd like to, so ingredients are in short supply these days. but she'll still leave him a roll of bread every now and then, or a few slices of a fruit bar, or, once, even a little pecan tart. today is going to be bread again — two, palm-sized sweet rolls with a bit of cheese melted within. these she's wrapped up in a cloth and attempts to leave at his doorstep again. she's always been very quiet while doing this, always choosing the right times just before he's expected to walk out of his room...
so, statistically, a mistake was bound to happen. ]
—ah-choo!
DATE: backdated to january 6
WARNINGS: extreme levels of awkward
SUMMARY: it's cool. they're totally cool. friends totally kiss then never speak to each other again save for letters attached to thoughtful presents. they're fine.
[ she's been leaving him food again. she's been a little worried, as she's wont to get, that he may not be eating as properly as he should, or that he's using too much of their tenuous allowance from alastair to purchase made meals. (he doesn't much look like the type to know what to do behind a stove, though she's careful to only think this and never say it out loud... since he also looks like the type to carry a bit of pride, heh.)
but her concern is genuine, and it isn't as if he's the only one she's been regularly feeding, if in this case "regular" means a least every other day.
granted, it isn't a lot, now that the weather has gotten a touch more severe, she isn't able to duck out into the trades district as often as she'd like to, so ingredients are in short supply these days. but she'll still leave him a roll of bread every now and then, or a few slices of a fruit bar, or, once, even a little pecan tart. today is going to be bread again — two, palm-sized sweet rolls with a bit of cheese melted within. these she's wrapped up in a cloth and attempts to leave at his doorstep again. she's always been very quiet while doing this, always choosing the right times just before he's expected to walk out of his room...
so, statistically, a mistake was bound to happen. ]
—ah-choo!