Maxxie Oliver (notahobby) wrote in dutch_comm, @ 2016-01-03 17:14:00 |
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Who: Maxxie and OPEN
When: Morning
Where: Thorn Manor
What: Food
Rating: TBD
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Maxxie had finished the cleaning of his room, had a hot shower, thought of a few guys as he had a wank, got himself dressed up, and was now in the kitchen. He didn't have to be at City Hall for work for a couple hours, and the nightclub wouldn't open til the evening time. So for now, he had plenty of free time. He decided to help himself to a breakfast. Wearing jeans, a blue striped shirt, and red scarf [pink one was in the wash], he wandered down to the kitchen. He'd made himself some buttered toast on garlic bread, a few cookies with a glass of milk.. and one more thing, cereal with marshmallows that seemed like Lucky Charms but with blue rabbits and pink elephant type shaped ones. Of course, this was Dutchland. He realized it was just little over three years he'd been on the ship, and the town of Dutch. Best years of his life, more adventure than he'd ever dreamed of having at home. All the different places, the worlds he had been to in that time- plus Heaven and Hell? He knew none he knew before could claim to have been to any of those areas. And of course all the very attractive men he had been with, that he'd need a list just to remember all of them.
Slightly unfortunate that no one he knew from Bristol was here. Used to be Tony, but not anymore. It was only Maxxie from that place, and.. ohh. He remembered there was Chris but he had died. And given what he had heard of Damien recently, there just may be a chance for the blond to visit him. At least he had made a few friends here. And not just that, but working in city government, as well as owning a nightclub. There was still the matter of being the best man for Thorn's upcoming wedding, whatever it was. He had never done this before. He hoped he didn't fuck it up. But he was ready, he was prepared for whatever duties on his part to ensure everything went smoothly. Which we re quite a bit of things to do, from what he had researched. But he was devoted to this, and he wasn't the type to give up once he set his mind to a task.
He sat at the kitchen table, finishing up his cereal and downing the milk in it. Then he used his air power to make the bowl levitate over to the sink and dunk itself in the water. Maxxie was still very pleased at this gift Damien had given him, and he was still finding different ways to use it. He hoped there was someone to help him learn more of it, but so far it was all from experimenting by himself. He then was about to take a bite of the toast but realized part of the butter on it wasn't fully melted. He stared it, a sudden idea coming to him. Another opportunity! He held his palm over the bread slice, feeling air generate from his hand... and after a moment of focus, the air had become warm, shifting to temperature heat. After which the butter was perfectly melted, then he stopped. Taking a bite, "Ohh, much better," he groaned happily. It was perfect. Ohh, he wondered if he should get a costume. Erik had one himself, and he supposed Bobby might. And a code name. He had a couple ideas. "Rocket," he said out loud, "Or, Flying Fairy. Rocket.. or Flying Fairy.. hmm.." Ah well, maybe there were other name choices to think of too. But right now, he was enjoying his breakfast.