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payingthepiper in sirenspull_logs

Gambling over legos.

Aug 14, 2010 17:10

Who: A payingthepiper and a neargenius.
When: Forwarded to Tuesday, August 17th. Early evening.
Where: Near's apartment.
Summary: A friendly game of Hearts.
Warnings: Albinos.

( Lady Gaga not invited. )

allen walker, near

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neargenius August 15 2010, 01:02:05 UTC

It was probably a bad idea. Ever since his conversation with Allen Walker--someone he had seen on the network before, a name that he had noted as being mentioned from time to time--he had been thinking that it was probably a bad idea.When he had first arrived at Siren's Port, Near had not gone out. And no one had come in to their apartment, either. Inviting people over wasn't something that they did--not in any context, socially or for working purposes or for any reason. They could communicate with people just as easily through alternate channels. And it was safer ( ... )

payingthepiper August 15 2010, 07:27:32 UTC

Maybe he should have spied in himself, but the thought didn't cross Allen's mind; he was more for glancing down the hallway distractedly, as those who cross new territory are wont to do. Even if it had been a few months, the entire business was still surreal: wide halls, walls that weren't wallpapered, a hum of what he now knew as electricity and ventilation making it never a silent place. When the door did open, though, his attention was once more redirected. He made it a point not to stare at the boy's hair (or eyes, but that hardly occurred to Allen), though a few thoughts might have wandered onto the tracks of wanting to know why that was ( ... )

neargenius August 15 2010, 13:33:33 UTC

Near nodded again at the hello, but still didn't respond so directly. He watched Allen for a few more moments, silent--it was probably an unnerving stare, but he didn't break it.

"I'm Near," he said eventually. "And you're Allen. You can go further inside, if you want." He ducked his head slightly, staring at his socks. "We can play at the table."

He shut the door and locked it again--all the locks. His fingers were still sticky from the model glue and, before he turned around, Near pressed them together experimentally, sticking and unsticking them. Thoughtful. It was strange to have someone else--someone besides Mello, and that old cat that he had found--but it would be all right.

And they would play a game. That was the best. He turned and shuffled towards the coffee table, his fingers wrapped around his sleeve. "Do you get thirsty, when you play cards?" It was a roundabout way of asking if he wanted a drink. Politeness had never been Near's strong suit.

payingthepiper August 16 2010, 01:07:10 UTC

The words were strange (not bad), the boy a bit so (and losing that status as seconds went by), but offers were offers were offers, and Allen could smile and nod and actually mean all of it. He'd met others who were around his age here, but 'hanging out and playing cards' had never, ever been something he'd really done.

It was a bit surreal.

If he thought too much about it, at least. "Alright," Simple, easy words, already turning away to spot that table. "I brought my own deck, if you'd rather not get out yours."

He wasn't being insulting - some people were really picky about what cards they used. Aha, and there was the table-- there were locks being clicked into place, one-two-three-more-than-three, and he noted each of them somewhere in the back of his mind, even if he also ignored them- a seat to be taken, perched on the edge of the couch, head only tilting to Near's direction as the boy approached. The oddest part had to be the clothing, but he'd gotten used to ignoring that for a while now ( ... )

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