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thecapitol2014-03-04 09:12 pm
amoral_savior) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-04 09:12 pm
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Who: Topher and OPEN
When: Week Six and Seven
Where: Out and About
What: Reunions and tears. Probably not many tears
It was strange returning to this place. Strange, but not as frightening as one might think.
Okay, the whole death arena thing was kinda scary, but if Topher just ignored that whole issue, then coming back wasn't so bad. It certainly made things that happened back home easier to forget. Whiskey, Claire, whoever was a giant headache. Run around and trying not to die? Only a small headache that was easily soothed by juice boxes and cake.
One frustration was wandering around in a constant state of deja vu. Everything was familiar and yet sometimes he had zero idea why he knew a thing or person. He was normally not one for going outside under the best circumstances, but with this awkward memory thing he tried to at least take time out to wander around and jog his memory.
The more he wandered the more he was annoyed by how many people there were and how they all wanted to talk to him only to become offended when he stayed silent. Socialization was for chumps and Topher was no chump. What he was, was hungry, so he braved the line of some brightly decorated monstrosity of a cafe and ordered an extra large slice of whatever had the most chocolate. He sat at a table in the corner and tucked into his own chocolate profiteroles cake.
When: Week Six and Seven
Where: Out and About
What: Reunions and tears. Probably not many tears
It was strange returning to this place. Strange, but not as frightening as one might think.
Okay, the whole death arena thing was kinda scary, but if Topher just ignored that whole issue, then coming back wasn't so bad. It certainly made things that happened back home easier to forget. Whiskey, Claire, whoever was a giant headache. Run around and trying not to die? Only a small headache that was easily soothed by juice boxes and cake.
One frustration was wandering around in a constant state of deja vu. Everything was familiar and yet sometimes he had zero idea why he knew a thing or person. He was normally not one for going outside under the best circumstances, but with this awkward memory thing he tried to at least take time out to wander around and jog his memory.
The more he wandered the more he was annoyed by how many people there were and how they all wanted to talk to him only to become offended when he stayed silent. Socialization was for chumps and Topher was no chump. What he was, was hungry, so he braved the line of some brightly decorated monstrosity of a cafe and ordered an extra large slice of whatever had the most chocolate. He sat at a table in the corner and tucked into his own chocolate profiteroles cake.
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"Don't-don't do that," he mumbles to Sherlock. It was weird to see the man take on the manner of Punchy. "Hey, Punch. What the hell did you do to your face?"
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"What, you don't like it?" Punchy manages to look both stricken and defensive at that. "I was trying to surprise you for your return."
That's Punch trying to joke, bee tee double you.
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"Well, that's a high recommendation," He said, glancing back at Topher. "I suppose I'll have to give you a smidgen more credit, now."
He catches one of the books while the others clatter to the floor, and slips it back onto the table.
The tattoo is ridiculous, but Punchy's face is Punchy's face, and Sherlock is more than happy to let him do what he likes to it.
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He looks back over at Punchy and tries hard not to laugh. "You could have just made me a card, or maybe gotten something less W-W-E."