Annika (starlightgirl) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-06-10 23:51:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
Entry tags: | alexander moore, annika moore, mordred |
baby, baby, it's a wild world
Who: Annika, Alex; Mordred
Where: Various
When: Saturday evening, following this
Rating/Warnings: Possibly language.
Notes: First half done on AIM while IJ was down. *shakes tiny fist*
Between the run-in with the art dealer and the general excitement of lunch, Annika manages to forget about her earlier encounter until she turns out her pockets that evening. "Oh. --Papa?" She wanders out of her bedroom in mismatched pajamas, examining the card.
Alex is getting dressed for work. He turns to her, tying his tie. "Yeah, angel? What's up? --Damn it," he adds, without sounding particularly upset, as the tie thwarts him.
"I ran into this guy earlier, here, let me do--" She trades him the paper for the tie. "I totally forgot about him, right? Because of the weird lady outside the restaurant."
"Right, you said." He frowns at the paper. "That's weird."
"Yeah, isn't that Mike's number?"
"Yeah, it is. Maybe I should give him a call. --Who was this guy?"
"I dunno! He was having trouble in Starbucks, you know how they get really picky sometimes, Marisa says corporate makes them do it but it's still assy, anyway I ordered for him, basically, and then he asked if he could paint me. So I said I'd ask my parents. There! Tada."
"Paint you? He sounds like a creep."
"My picture, dork. He wasn't really, I don't think, he was just super awkward." She stands back, contemplating her handiwork. "Might've been a vet, I dunno, he was missing some fingers."
"Weird." He looks at the number again, and then unfolds the paper neatly with his fingertips. And then nearly drops it, as if it were a palmful of fire. "Jesus! You're not seeing this guy."
"--What? What's the matter?"
"Jesus. That's your mother."
"What?" Annika reaches for it again. Alex lets her take it; and it's true. The beautiful, dark-haired woman sketched on the paper is Anna, although she isn't dressed for this time period. She looks up at him uncertainly. "That's really weird," subdued.
"Let's let this guy be creepy on his own time, how about it? And I'll give Mike a call on my break."
"Yeah," meekly. "I mean he wasn't, really, I don't think he meant anything bad, but-- yeah."
"I don't care. You don't need to be hanging out with anybody who somehow happens to know your mother."
"No." Annika hands the paper back again.
"Okay. Good girl." He kisses her forehead. "I'll see you to-morrow, okay?"
"Okay." She leans up to hug him, kisses his cheek. "Goodnight, be good, don't serve any frayed knots."
"You know it, starlight girl."
"Love you." She lets go, padding back to her room.
"Love you too." Alex watches her, his eyes soft, and then slips on his backpack and heads out, locking the door behind him.