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Tweak says, "Goodbye black duffle bag :D"

rupert "miles" glass (clowning) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-07-10 13:15:00

Entry tags:

mad hatter, rumplestiltskin

Who: Theo & Miles +1
What: The return of Ra.
Where: Theo's delightful nook & And then to sell a snake in a seedy place!
When: After this.

The hallways were characteristically quiet, save for those who preferred to play their obnoxious love songs to a hearty and throbbing bellow. The bass and endless shrilling of the voices belting out sappy, sickly little lines rattled the thin walls of the less fortunate floors. Miles couldn't help but to feel as if he were a passenger in a gypsy's drum, or a genie inside of a lamp. It was as if he were smashed in between sounds he had to efface out of his--oh, fuck it--he stormed back toward the door he'd passed which he'd thought was surely the culprit, half sprinting. And when he'd arrived there, he kicked the bottom of the wooden door with his steel toed, snake skin boot, as hard as he could manage (which was quite hard.) The sound was as loud as the music and hopefully as surprising and annoying.

He ran like a child who had flung too many matches into the brush of a bullies house, and accidentally set the yard on fire.

The way he'd went down the stairs, so jack-be-nimble and jack-be-swift, could hardly be described as walking or even running. And with how on the final spree of rushing he'd slid down the banister, it could be more accurately referred to as 'flying'.

Ahem.

Straightening himself out was as easy as smoothing down the black t-shirt he wore, which was already unwrinkled, and only smoothed out for personal show. He amused even himself while alone, a habit all people should endeavor to pick up. The tips of his pointed, black, snake skin boots ventured out from 'neath his gray jeans. Yes, Ra did not like jeans, but he liked Miles. All was well. Especially wearing the skin of another species of snake that he so despised! ... Whatever the species may be that comprised his boots, he may never know, but he knew well Ra liked them, as they symbolized the deadness of a fellow snake, and more importantly, so did he.

And to Theo's door he gave a--

Knock-knock-kna-knock-knock.

Knock-knock.

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twodays_slow
2010-07-10 08:50 pm UTC (link)

Theo jumped up eagerly (but not so eagerly as to frighten the snake that still hadn't made his way back to the couch) at the knock and stretched his legs to shorten the number of steps to the door. It wasn't that he feared snakes, not at all, otherwise he would have slammed the door on the curious creature the moment it stuck its nose inside. It was simply that Ra really was a rather large snake, and he'd created a rather large mess in Theo's apartment. He'd been willing to put up with it at first, since he'd been busy working on a pretty hat made of fabric as close to the blue of the sad but gorgeous golden-haired girl's eyes as possible, one with lace and ribbon and peacock feathers. As long as Ra had raised his ruckus on the other side of the room, they'd gotten along splendidly.

Of course, Theo hadn't realized that one of the casualties of the snake's explorations had been a spilled jar of needles, and when he went to locate one in particular, he'd discovered them all with his bare feet, and that had been that. It was lucky, quite lucky, that the fine fellow belonged with Miles. Theo couldn't think of anyone better equipped to deal with a stubborn snake.

He flung open the door in a grand gesture, welcoming his visitor inside without checking to make sure of who it was first. "Welcome, welcome! Come in, sit down, have a look around! Your friend is fine, though a rather rude guest."

The inside of Theo's apartment looked more like a textile store than a home, with fabric flung about haphazardly, frames and felt and fripperies draped one over another where Theo had contemplated and put aside ideas. A sketchbook was open at the L-shaped desk where his computer shared space with his current project. It was a picture of chaos, at the moment, though all of it color coordinated and, if one looked close enough, a method to the madness could be detected.

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clowning
2010-07-10 09:23 pm UTC (link)

"I hope he wasn't too demanding. Rude can be quite demanding, but they're hardly synonymous. " He plodded inside gallantly as if his entrance was to the focus of a royal court, and he was interviewing for the position of dignified alchemist. Plainly, he only enjoyed sauntering around an projecting an aura of importance and esoteria. "He can be very demanding." Added he, as if an after thought, and me-oh-my was it ever an interesting condition this apartment was in. He liked it already.

The snake was a miscreant to Miles for having run off like an unfaithful lover and into the arms of a man of somewhat similar tastes and to a certain extent, correspondent habits. Theo was very different than Miles in many ways, and tastes and habits close enough to be considered common were punctuated, but Miles knew that damned snake was doing it to be free! To roam, careless and naked around the apartment without a worry!

"He's upset because I'm going to sell him." He'd admitted, PHEW, finally! It was such a burden he'd been carrying. He was Atlas and this blasphemous monkey on his back, a world of a secret. "He's rather exotic and it's best, you know, for him to be with his own kind. It's why he ran."

The devil jerked a puppeteer string anchored on the arch of his gloomily black brow. It was a fascinated and happy gesture which produced an automatic grin. "Are some of these your work?"