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ataraxionlogs2013-04-13 04:20 am
handelaar) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-04-13 04:20 am
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did you see the words you know
CHARACTERS: Netherlands handelaar and Takeshi throwsdown
LOCATION: Takeshi's room (002 » 030)
WARNINGS: Cute stuff.
SUMMARY: No really Mr. Ned is reading a book about bunnies to a kid it should be some cute shit.
His knock on the door is softer than usual and he huffs to himself, shifting his weight. Stupid, to be worried about whether a five year old will like the children's book tucked against his side, but even after discussing it with Heather and telling himself there's no need for it - Takeshi will like it and he knows it, on a logical level - well. He'd still like to smoke and that's a pretty clear indicator. Nervous about showing off part of himself to a child a hundredth of his age or something, Christ he's in deep.
But he can't even pretend that he won't be a little crushed if the kid gets bored halfway through and decides he'd rather play heroes and dragons and giant robots. Compared to that a simple little tale about two rabbits and their daughter isn't very exciting.
His own rabbit is at his feet, insistently tugging on his trouser leg like ruining the hem will make Takeshi's door magically open. After a moment to shush the little guy he clears his throat and calls out. "Hey, kiddo. It's Mister …Ned."
Maybe he should've called first, or something. Penciled it in.
handelaar and Takeshi throwsdownLOCATION: Takeshi's room (002 » 030)
WARNINGS: Cute stuff.
SUMMARY: No really Mr. Ned is reading a book about bunnies to a kid it should be some cute shit.
His knock on the door is softer than usual and he huffs to himself, shifting his weight. Stupid, to be worried about whether a five year old will like the children's book tucked against his side, but even after discussing it with Heather and telling himself there's no need for it - Takeshi will like it and he knows it, on a logical level - well. He'd still like to smoke and that's a pretty clear indicator. Nervous about showing off part of himself to a child a hundredth of his age or something, Christ he's in deep.
But he can't even pretend that he won't be a little crushed if the kid gets bored halfway through and decides he'd rather play heroes and dragons and giant robots. Compared to that a simple little tale about two rabbits and their daughter isn't very exciting.
His own rabbit is at his feet, insistently tugging on his trouser leg like ruining the hem will make Takeshi's door magically open. After a moment to shush the little guy he clears his throat and calls out. "Hey, kiddo. It's Mister …Ned."
Maybe he should've called first, or something. Penciled it in.