Isaiah Cornwall Rose IV (murse) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-08-18 22:15:00 |
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Current mood: | hungry |
Current music: | Gavin Rossdale ~ Love Remains the Same |
Out on the Town (Open RP/Text for Jasper)
((Anyone who'd like to hang out with Isaiah is welcome to wander by!))
It really wasn't that he was one of those pathetic people who couldn't be by themselves for twenty minutes without needing a distraction. Isaiah quite liked himself, thank you very much, and normally a day alone would be a welcome respite. However, since dropping Jasper off, Isaiah had found himself quite at loose ends.
The rest of the day had been spent napping and showering and puttering around the house. Hell, he'd even cooked, something that didn't start out the process frozen or canned, which was a red letter event in and of itself. Despite his best intentions, he didn't go out, though. He'd gotten ready, done his hair, checked the mirror three or four times to make sure he wasn't suddenly a hideous ogre and... Nothing. Isaiah had wound up on the couch, flicking through the channels and wondering if Sandra Lee was a pod person or just a walking advertisement for functional alcoholics.
At least he'd managed to get himself out of the house the following afternoon. Of course, that could be mainly because he was out of food - he'd forgotten to stock up when he arrived, due to...various distractions. Wandering around town, he wound up in one of the diners, figuring he shouldn't shop on an empty stomach. Otherwise he'd walk out with five bags full of convenience foods and one of those knock off slurpee things. Vegetarian food was lacking, but he managed to find a grilled cheese sandwich that looked promising, along with a side salad. Fries sounded good, but the home gym just wasn't up to burning off that many calories. Not to mention, he felt lazy. Better to just skip the fries and not have to worry about adding five miles onto his morning run.
Sitting alone, he fiddled with the fork, built a tower out of creamer packets, folded a swan out of a napkin, and stopped himself from asking the waitress if she had crayons. All in an effort to stop fingering the scrap of paper in his pocket, the one that had Jasper's phone number.
Eventually, though, with an exasperated sigh, he pulled it and his phone out, thumbing off a quick message. Well, it wouldn't hurt to have a little bit of company. It didn't mean anything. He just wasn't a fan of eating by himself. That was all.
j. out and about. food here might be lethal. willing 2 give me mouth2mouth if i die? ;D -i
((Warning: Bad words and possible NSFW things ahead. Proceed with caution.))