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Tweak says, "i hope i'm not to late"

theodore nott did not go gentle into the night (ungently) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2012-07-19 16:05:00

Entry tags:

ch: can: arion carrow, ch: thg: theodore nott, p: annalisa, p: ashton

Who: Theodore Nott^15-thg & Arion Carrow^1-can
What: meeting alternate world... family, of a sort.
When: Thursday
Where: in the village
Warnings: TBD

Logically, Theodore had not yet figured out how he was supposed to feel about Arion Carrow. So far as he knew, the man did not even exist in his world and was therefore an unknown. He obviously cared for Theodore's alternate mother very much, but Theodore was not biologically his son; did he consider the alternate world Theodore to be his son anyway? Theodore was not sure how he would react to the man behaving as his father. It would be strange, at the very least, since he could already tell that Arion was very different than his father at home. He was not incredibly experienced with different types of parents and parenting styles. It seemed a purely emotional territory, and therefore one that Theodore was likely to have trouble navigating.

But he was willing enough to try, especially since that seemed to be somewhat the purpose of this place, and the experiments going on here. His brand of logic was not helping him very much at the moment, with all of this Christmas stuff, and with his new scientist in general, but he was determined to persist and handle all of it to the best of his ability. The perfectionist in him certainly wasn't going to let the matter go.

He arrived early at the store Arion had suggested, because "about twenty minutes" was not a precise time, and he preferred to wait rather than to be late. With ten minutes to go before the twenty minute deadline passed, he looked around to get his bearings in the town again, at the merrily twinkling lights and the snow and the brightly colored displays.

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loverboy_carrow
2012-07-20 02:22 am UTC (link)

Arion was miserable. Well, not really. Honestly, Arion was happier than he had been in a decade. He had Adele back, and though things between them weren't exactly normal, he had seen a lot more of her room lately than he had seen of his. But when he put on the "festive" Christmas sweater he'd found in his closet, his mood completely turned around. Arion rarely wore sweaters, and certainly never sweaters with pictures of naughty reindeer right on he chest. But Adele had gotten a kick out of it, so he left it on, but tried to cover it up with a jacket he also found.

He was also nervous to meet Theodore face-to-face. He hadn't really had any contact with his world's Theo since Adele's funeral, though he had always been fond of the little boy. This situation was just odd in every respect. Theodore wasn't his son, and never would be. But he was important to Adele and Arion would do anything to make her happy. And he needed to make some decisions about what to buy Adele, so it seemed a good time to kill two birds with one stone.

Shaking out his dreadlocks, he stuck his hands in his pockets and made his way to the candy store. He was a few minutes early, and found Theodore waiting for him. "Theodore," he said, stepping near him and holding his hand out. "Good to meet you face-to-face."

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ungently
2012-07-20 02:39 am UTC (link)

Whatever Theodore had expected, this man was not it. He was tall, and muscular, and looked nothing like anyone in District 2; everything about him was foreign to Theodore's eyes. He hadn't even reached the conclusion that this was Arion Carrow; instead he was performing risk analyses in his head, imagining how a confrontation between him and this man might play out. He had taken on boys larger than him in the arena, but not fully grown men; the man's approach unnerved him, but his instincts were not immediately swayed towards flight. He could hold his own, especially since this appeared to be a peaceful arena, the way all of them had been so far-- certainly by comparison to the arena he'd come from.

It still took him completely by surprise when the man addressed him, which was when he made the connection that this was the person he was meeting. He blinked, but that was the only indication that he was even the slightest bit startled; that and the moment's hesitation before he held out his hand to accept the handshake. "Arion," he said, hoping that his pronunciation of the man's name was correct. "Hello."