Re: This Isn’t My Order
Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2018 6:12 pm
Yaris 4th, 2718
DSOH HUT | SOMETIME FAR TO LATE OR EARLY...
DSOH HUT | SOMETIME FAR TO LATE OR EARLY...
”Y
es, well. He looked like you. It’s not like I kissed him on purpose. I wouldn’t ever.” The blonde slurred uncomfortably, wiggling to straighten in the chair, violet eyes on her noodles as the men exchanged words. Charity beamed suddenly, glancing over at Not Rhys and nodded.
“Oh yes, this is him. My Rhys.” She hummed, looking back at the galdor with a giggle as he parried her spoon.
“Clocks, the ladies can back off now though. Lest they want a spoon in the eye.” She muttered, the utter hypocrisy of her words completely lost on the woman.
“No, the uniform is nice but I knew him before the uniform. See, we were in Brunnhold together.” Leaning slightly towards the human, the blonde attempted to whisper, terribly.
“I had a huge crush on him, you know? Head over tocking heels I was since third form. But…well…” Charity straighted again, smile fading and dilated eyes back on her food.
“Things happened. We lost contact, you might say. But then, he saved me.” Turning back to Rhys, she rested a hand on his arm.
“You saved me, Mister Valentin.” Enamoured, she looked over his lovely face for a moment, before snorting and waving at Gale.
“Shush. It’s just a couple of tonics. Everyone drinks sir, you included I am sure.” Her cheeks darkened as the conversation came back around to her case of mistaken identity, and even through her intoxication the blonde could sense more behind Rhys words. She lowered her spoon and frowned a little, brow drawing slightly.
“I said I couldn’t…I couldn’t feel his field at the time. It happens, sometimes. I was…a bit…it was an accident Rhys.” Her small frown deepened and she turned to pout at Gale.
“Hey! I’m sitting, right here. I can hear you, and I’d like to think I’m not that clocking disgusting to look at? You should count yourself lucky a galdori mistook you for one of us.” That wasn’t fair, but the drug addled blonde was feeling a sense of being the joke of the trio. Of course, she deserved it, but neither of them knew what she endured. What dragged her into the drugs. Rhys knew, but he didn’t know.
”I hope it was a fitting thrill for everyone—tea for me, too."
“Oh for clocks sake, that’s enough. Both of you. Here now, let’s all have a go at Charity, the whore of Vienda apparently.” The pianist snapped angrily, throwing down her spoon and gathering her skirts around her so she could move to stand with all intentions of leaving the shop.
“You can both…stay here…and have a good clocking….clocking laugh at the…D’Art…D’aa…damn it!” She has managed to sit a leg of the stool on her dress, and too short to get off with any sort of dignity, the short woman half fell off the tall seat. Shoving the chair, she tugged her dress out, stepping back with a stumble. Leveling a look at Not Rhys, she pointed a free hand, skirts still gathered in the other forgotten.
“You’re an ersehole.” She said angrily, before turning the same gaze and pointed finger on Rhys.
“And you’re a jerk.” Her angry accusatory finger snapped to the Hoxian.
“And you make excellent noodles and should be proud of your establishment. Thankyou.” Charity said with a smile, her anger abating as she addressed the shop keep. Letting her skirts go, the woman smoothed her hair and straightened her shoulders. Turning a hurt and still angry eye on Rhys, the blonde shook her head.
“I’m going home, before my father does. Stay and enjoy this….conversation.” She wobbled, grasping a chair to steady herself, the tonic searing it’s way boldly through every blood vessel in her brain. The galdor swallowed, feeling bile in her throat.
“Oh dear.” Charity said softly, making her staggering way out of the door just in time before emptying her stomach under the staircase.
es, well. He looked like you. It’s not like I kissed him on purpose. I wouldn’t ever.” The blonde slurred uncomfortably, wiggling to straighten in the chair, violet eyes on her noodles as the men exchanged words. Charity beamed suddenly, glancing over at Not Rhys and nodded.
“Oh yes, this is him. My Rhys.” She hummed, looking back at the galdor with a giggle as he parried her spoon.
“Clocks, the ladies can back off now though. Lest they want a spoon in the eye.” She muttered, the utter hypocrisy of her words completely lost on the woman.
“No, the uniform is nice but I knew him before the uniform. See, we were in Brunnhold together.” Leaning slightly towards the human, the blonde attempted to whisper, terribly.
“I had a huge crush on him, you know? Head over tocking heels I was since third form. But…well…” Charity straighted again, smile fading and dilated eyes back on her food.
“Things happened. We lost contact, you might say. But then, he saved me.” Turning back to Rhys, she rested a hand on his arm.
“You saved me, Mister Valentin.” Enamoured, she looked over his lovely face for a moment, before snorting and waving at Gale.
“Shush. It’s just a couple of tonics. Everyone drinks sir, you included I am sure.” Her cheeks darkened as the conversation came back around to her case of mistaken identity, and even through her intoxication the blonde could sense more behind Rhys words. She lowered her spoon and frowned a little, brow drawing slightly.
“I said I couldn’t…I couldn’t feel his field at the time. It happens, sometimes. I was…a bit…it was an accident Rhys.” Her small frown deepened and she turned to pout at Gale.
“Hey! I’m sitting, right here. I can hear you, and I’d like to think I’m not that clocking disgusting to look at? You should count yourself lucky a galdori mistook you for one of us.” That wasn’t fair, but the drug addled blonde was feeling a sense of being the joke of the trio. Of course, she deserved it, but neither of them knew what she endured. What dragged her into the drugs. Rhys knew, but he didn’t know.
”I hope it was a fitting thrill for everyone—tea for me, too."
“Oh for clocks sake, that’s enough. Both of you. Here now, let’s all have a go at Charity, the whore of Vienda apparently.” The pianist snapped angrily, throwing down her spoon and gathering her skirts around her so she could move to stand with all intentions of leaving the shop.
“You can both…stay here…and have a good clocking….clocking laugh at the…D’Art…D’aa…damn it!” She has managed to sit a leg of the stool on her dress, and too short to get off with any sort of dignity, the short woman half fell off the tall seat. Shoving the chair, she tugged her dress out, stepping back with a stumble. Leveling a look at Not Rhys, she pointed a free hand, skirts still gathered in the other forgotten.
“You’re an ersehole.” She said angrily, before turning the same gaze and pointed finger on Rhys.
“And you’re a jerk.” Her angry accusatory finger snapped to the Hoxian.
“And you make excellent noodles and should be proud of your establishment. Thankyou.” Charity said with a smile, her anger abating as she addressed the shop keep. Letting her skirts go, the woman smoothed her hair and straightened her shoulders. Turning a hurt and still angry eye on Rhys, the blonde shook her head.
“I’m going home, before my father does. Stay and enjoy this….conversation.” She wobbled, grasping a chair to steady herself, the tonic searing it’s way boldly through every blood vessel in her brain. The galdor swallowed, feeling bile in her throat.
“Oh dear.” Charity said softly, making her staggering way out of the door just in time before emptying her stomach under the staircase.