Log 002 ♔ TIME TO DO THE THING

[anelegantmyth]

| 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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[sirpisspot]

[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.]

[anelegantmyth]

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.]

[sirpisspot]

[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.

[anelegantmyth]

[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.]

[sirpisspot]

[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.

[anelegantmyth]

[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.

[sirpisspot]

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

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

[anelegantmyth]

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.