Jason Wyngarde (_mastermind_) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2008-12-29 23:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | mastermind, wild child |
Who: Mastermind OT Wild Child
What: Lunch
Where: Jason's mansion
When: Monday, 12:30 pm
Notes: CLOSED ^_^~
When the kitchen said lunch was ready, then no matter what else was going on, it was time to eat. Jason had never really argued, not since the first time their cook had bopped him on the head with her rolling pin. Since then eating ten minutes later hadn't ever seemed important on his daily schedule. To keep that from ever happening again, lunch had officially become a planned time of 'when it happens', and it was happening now. Jason had managed to quickly wash up to scrub any dirt particles from his hands and walked into the room to sit a the table and eat. He had planned to hold a lunch lesson for the newest member of their manor just in case someone ever stopped by. Feeding the boy recently had been easy enough, as he hadn't had to be involved, but if they had a guest then everything would have to change. Perhaps that should be explained in further detail to the whelp, as Jason's normal expectations were still very new to the blond mutant, and it would be easier on the kid if they were explained to him. The illusionist settled himself into a chair, looking over the two place settings built from the charger up, two glasses, and more silverware then he was sure they would actually be using for this lunch, though maybe they could utilize the same idea for dinner later on. It wouldn't hurt to do so anyways.
He settled back, sipping his glass of water, wondering what had become of Kyle and his meeting with Heather. The flowers and jewelry had all come on time, and Jason had decided to seal himself into his library all morning in hopes of not getting in the way of the boy's own decision process in regards to the girl he was after. On one hand he cared too much to stop the boy, and on the other he cared too much not to. The elder was sincerely hoping that things had gone well for his new friend, and that if it had gone badly, he was sorely tempted to turn the girl out cold for playing with the boy's heart. But he had promised himself that he wouldn't get involved, and he was resigned to that. It was heart wrenching to watch it unfold, and he had decided not to by losing himself into the illusion of his dead wife's presence in their library where she read with him for a good portion of the morning. It had more than helped, and when the lunch bell rang, it had felt like resurfacing from a very long night of wonderful dreaming. It had left him with a very warm and fuzzy smile plastered to his face and a curiosity about how the rest of the world was fairing on such an amazing day.