my dog wears a path on the same line, lately i'm thinking i might take his advice
Who: hisdiscretion, regeneratesalot and Mr. Muggles, to be joined by gaveherwings
When: Thursday afternoon (11/17)
Where: Franz and Daedalus's apartment
Summary: Franz insisted that Claire come by to visit her dog, and have dinner.
Warnings: PG only for the potential of Franz making a raunchy joke.
[Franz is in hover-mode, and Mr. Muggles is taking notice. Even though he and Daedalus keep the place quite clean anyway, he's run the Roomba, given everything in the bathroom an extra scrub-down. There's really no reason to be so nervous, and yet Franz is. What a strange position this is to be here, welcoming a stranger into his home. A stranger who wears the body and mannerisms and life of an old friends, but is not her, does not remember him.
Fall is the perfect excuse for a stew, and stew is the perfect excuse to cover up the fact that Franz is hardly much of a cook. It's peasant food, and if he were entertaining someone French or some aristocrat he wouldn't dare serve it, but he thinks if Claire is anything like the Claire he remembers, that she'll fancy the simple food just fine.
He is hovering over his tea set when the door buzzer goes off. Mr. Muggles, having sussed out that a door buzzer usually heralds the arrival of some new visitor to slake his doggy affections all over, is already barking and practically prancing excitedly at the prospect. Franz sets the tea pot down and goes to the security panel, which has a small camera feed to the entrance downstairs. He sees it's Claire, and hits the button to reply.]
I've buzzed you in! Come on up.
When: Thursday afternoon (11/17)
Where: Franz and Daedalus's apartment
Summary: Franz insisted that Claire come by to visit her dog, and have dinner.
Warnings: PG only for the potential of Franz making a raunchy joke.
[Franz is in hover-mode, and Mr. Muggles is taking notice. Even though he and Daedalus keep the place quite clean anyway, he's run the Roomba, given everything in the bathroom an extra scrub-down. There's really no reason to be so nervous, and yet Franz is. What a strange position this is to be here, welcoming a stranger into his home. A stranger who wears the body and mannerisms and life of an old friends, but is not her, does not remember him.
Fall is the perfect excuse for a stew, and stew is the perfect excuse to cover up the fact that Franz is hardly much of a cook. It's peasant food, and if he were entertaining someone French or some aristocrat he wouldn't dare serve it, but he thinks if Claire is anything like the Claire he remembers, that she'll fancy the simple food just fine.
He is hovering over his tea set when the door buzzer goes off. Mr. Muggles, having sussed out that a door buzzer usually heralds the arrival of some new visitor to slake his doggy affections all over, is already barking and practically prancing excitedly at the prospect. Franz sets the tea pot down and goes to the security panel, which has a small camera feed to the entrance downstairs. He sees it's Claire, and hits the button to reply.]
I've buzzed you in! Come on up.