Methadone (substituting) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-08-04 20:40:00 |
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Current music: | here in my room - incubus |
you enter in fullblown technicolor
Who: Methadone and Ketamine.
What: Presents!
When: Backdated to July 29th, afternoon.
Where: Methadone's apartment.
Warnings: Drug use, etc. Will update as needed.
Methadone didn't make it a habit to interact with people on the odd blogging system that so many immortals seemed to use in order to communicate with each other. There were exceptions, of course, and he did keep an eye on the state of things and that was why, when he had seen Ketamine's post about wanting a fish, he immediately left his apartment and found the nearest pet shop. Of course, he'd gotten sidetracked by a display in a window of a rather eclectic little shop, where he'd purchased a blue glow brick on a whim. And then it was just a matter of picking out a shiny enough goldfish and all the accessories that went with it before Methadone retreated back to his apartment to email Ketamine. The next day, he'd worked for most of the morning and when he came home, he glanced at the small aquarium he'd set up for Ketamine's white goldfish, happy to note that Lilly had fed the fish while he was gone and kept an eye on the chemical balance of the water.
He had time, though, before Ketamine arrived and Methadone planned on taking full advantage of it. Easing his feet out of shoes that, while they were comfortable, weren't up to the task of being worn by a medical resident running around the clinic like a mad man, Methadone hung up his light jacket and wandered into the kitchen. Lilly wasn't in the main area of the living room, no, but she had left him a sandwich and a glass of juice on the counter, just like he had instructed her to. Methadone smiled darkly to himself as he ate slowly; Lilly was coming along very, very well and he couldn't help but be pleased by that. Eventually, he found her on the patio, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead as she stretched out, placing the science journal she was reading down on the ground beside her recliner so she could fully concentrate up, on Methadone. She frowned slightly at the circles under his eyes, at how haggard he looked; Eli worked too hard, she thought to herself, and even if she hadn't been asked to make lunch, she would have all the same, just to make things easier for him. Her worry slipped her mind with a few light words from him, however, and Lilly basked in his presence before he cocked his head at something she couldn't see and asked her if she would mind spending a few hours in her room.
Watching Lilly's back as she disappeared into the hallways that twisted, turned, led to their bedrooms, Methadone loosened his tie and unbuttoned his cuffs as he took a final glance at the aquarium that was bubbling lightly on the coffee table, a small package wrapped in brown paper resting next to it. He wasn't quite sure why he had gone out and bought the items, especially a fish for Ketamine, but Methadone was slowly getting used to Ketamine inspiring acts of impulse from him. And it wasn't like he, Ketamine, and Lilly couldn't take care of a fish between the three of them.