. (mareas) wrote in repose, @ 2017-04-21 16:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, destiny sokol, patrick gunster |
[Diner: Destiny & Patrick]
Who: Destiny & Patrick
What: Not a date!
Where: The diner
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Probably the safest
Dude didn't dress up. He'd considered it, but he'd decided that Destiny would take it as some cosmic indication that he was misreading the signs she was pointing glaringly away from her person. Since he didn't want her bailing before they'd even gotten a chance to look at the supremely unimpressive diner menu, he hadn't made any special effort. All right, not so, but he thought he looked entirely outwardly chill in his layers. And the dude was being less obsessive about hiding his ears recently, but his 'do for the evening definitely covered pointy tips with artfully-messy blond, because why complicate things, man? Getting Destiny to agree to this meal was hard enough without greeting her at the door with weirdly pointed ears.
It wasn't too cold out, and Response was getting to the point in the year Patrick liked best. It was before summer's heat, after winter's cold, and everything smelled like flowers to his sensitive nose. Even the greasy smell wafting most adamantly from the oft-opening diner door didn't silence the smells of the world coming to life again, and Patrick thought it was most awesome.
He was a little bummed tonight, because he understood that he'd stepped in it with Con. It hadn't been intentional, but his gut told him that agreeing with Newt had been the wrong choice, man. Like it was some mega betrayal of his sis, which hadn't been the intention. He just didn't want Adrian exploding like the fireworks over the lake on the 4th of July. And things had gotten weird when he and Con were talking about Dahl, and Patrick crossed his heart and hoped to die, man, because he was not meddling in that again. His wingman days were officially over.
He leaned against the railing outside the diner door, and he waited.