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Log 002 ♔ TIME TO DO THE THING

| characters |Cynthia and Arno and Judar for now...?

| date/time | Back dated to noon and evening of April 25

| location | the nearest bed of pink daffodils

| rating | PG 13

| summary |

[What else was there to say? She found a bed of pretty pink flowers that she wanted to examine, and when she got close enough to get a good look, her dragon sneezed. Now she was stuck there, a giggling mess, unable to move because these flowers made her so happy.]

[Well, long story short, she decided to take some of those flowers home to mess with Judar, and her dragon decided it'd be the perfect time to sneeze again.]

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[Arno had no words really.

For whatever reason, Arno found himself here and looking on this scene. Probably upon chance from investigating like he usually did on a regular day. Did he expect a Cynthia giggling like like? Not at all. Arno thought maybe she was the type to maybe laugh lightly at something that funny apparently but, well, she was laughing hysterically about something.

It was...bizarre, to say the least.

Arno squinted a little, maybe at a disbelief that it was actually her. No, it was her. Definitely.

She was really laughing like a drunk person would. If she were really drunk, where could he get some huh? He shouldn't have, but he got closer.]

Something funny, pray tell?

Edited 2015-04-30 19:44 (UTC)

These flowers!

[She picks one and holds it up to his face.]

Aren't they just the cutest things you've ever seen in your life? They're so sparkly and pretty...and pink! So very pink! Hehe!

[So. Cynthia giggled like an idiot and stuffed some flowers in his face. Almost directly on top of his face, mind them. The smell and the pollens were shoved so far up his nose that his nose tickled and he let out a little sneeze. He wasn't allergic to flowers, but who could stand to have the stuff invade your air bubbles like that.

Cynthia had lost it. Arno squinted and furrowed his brow in frustration, just a little bit.

Little did he know something was taking effect, just wait a little bit on that.]

I...no.

Cynthia, I don't know what in blazes has gotten into you but it's seeming to be really fishy and strange.

Not sure I quite care for it. It seems to be like you're "unwell".

I'm not "unwell", you silly willy.

[enter finger quotation marks as she giggles at her new nickname for him]

Besides, you're waaaay too uptight to care for anything. Come on Arno, enjoy nature for once in your sad sad life. Smile! Sit your butt down, and enjoy this with me.

[Arno wasn't annoyed but he was very off-put by this whole demeanor.]

Or, I have a better idea. We can go elsewhere and have you lay down and rest.

[Yeah because he wasn't liking this whole thing right now. Not one bit...

His head started to spin and his eyes then got a little loopy. He had an almost drunk feeling suddenly side line him.

What on earth was happening?]

Lay down?

[She drops onto the flower bed and giggles, just as the flowers release just a little more pollen around her.]

There. I'm laying down. Now would you sit with me? Pleeeease?

[Arno couldn't protest anymore, he was loopy enough now. Well okay no, he tried one last time. One final attempt to make sense of it. He looked drunk now, and he felt flighty. Common sense would drag him to being the flowers fault, and that was why Cynthia acted like this. But he would realize this when he had full control of his senses. Which he didn't now.

He walked on over and tried to support her up from the flowers, even more of the pollen being splattered in his direction.

He was losing it completely.]

No...you...

[All of his strength was sapped. Then suddenly, gone. Arno was gone. He fell backwards onto the flower bed. No strength, and soon, no sanity.

And then he laughed. Oh dear. A chuckled rumbled in his chest and found its way out of him, every sensory nerve tingled inside of him and he was suckered all into it now.]

[She doesn't really try to resist his attempt to help her up. She welcomed it, actually. But once she sees him literally give up and fall back into the flowers, she couldn't help but giggle...again.]

Seee? Aren't the flowers just lovely today?

[Arno was all grins and pink flowers, pollen practically covering him by this point. He had no idea what was funny. Perhaps that he fell over, or perhaps no real reason.

His mind was actually pretty blank and in a state of euphoria. Everything just seemed to pass by in his mind: time, hunger, frustration, annoyance.

He chuckled again.]

I'm just sorry I dropped you. You're not hurt?

No no, I'm fine. The flowers broke my fall.

[See, with that smile, she couldn't help but smile. She's seen Arno's usual microscopic sad excuse for a smile a few times. But it was nice seeing him actually cheerful for once. Makes him seem more...human.

Cynthia rolls onto her stomach and rests her head on her palms.]

So how's your day? Give a flower to anyone special?

[He just laid down and rested his palms on his stomach. Arno found his eyes looking straight ahead, and wasn't particularly staring at anything. It was like there was nothing really going on in his mind anymore, nothing important.

He began to actually, for the first time, relax.]

You know, I've forgotten what I was even doing moments ago. I suppose it doesn't really matter anymore.

[He sighed, pretty happily. Like he was even about to drift off.]

You were trying to...carry me for some reason. Honestly, I don't even remember how I got here. But these flowers are just so pretty. I don't want to leave yet.

[She looks down at the very content french man and tugs lightly at his pony tail. Trying to free his hair. Yes. She's going there.]

[His ponytail hung on the flowers and it would've been very easy to remove what kept it together. If she did really want it to be, it was free. His hair fell down and it was quite long actually. Pretty shiny too.

Arno had no care in the world.]

You know, me neither.

[L'Oreal Paris. Enough said.]

How's that kid of yours? Being a good little boy, I hope.

[See, the perks of hanging obscenely long hair is you tend to pick up a lot of hair tricks when you're bored enough. Cynthia lightly combs through his hair with her fingers. Then starts braiding a small portion of it.]

[He might as well have been Cynthia's personal Ken doll. It actually felt good, soothing. He could feel the slight rub on his scalp, it relaxed him further.

He almost didn't hear her speak.]

Kid?

My kid?

[Oh wait, he had to think for a minute.]

Monsieur Steven, you mean? He's a fine boy, he does little to no harm as a housemate.

[Ken doll? Ha! Ken dolls don't have hair. They have plastic. Arno is her own personal Barbie doll. BARBIE. She plucks a little flowers and sticks it into the braid.]

You know what's funny though. Apparently we live right across from each other.

[Which he probably knew by now. Just felt like reminding him.]

You're such a nice neighbour, celebrating my birthday with me like this.

[Arno's eyes shot up, a little bit.]

Mon dieu, I didn't know it was your Name Day today.

How would you? Or anyone for that matter. We all just met about a month ago. Not much of a surprise, really.

[These flowers are making her feel surprisingly calm. Being alone on her birthday, she's usually be more upset than this.

She takes another stand and starts braiding.]

"Mon dieu", that's adorable.

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