Rosie May (![]() ![]() @ 2008-07-01 22:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | rosie may kincaid; phil mccoy |
LOG: ROSIE & PHIL
who: Rosie Kincaid & Phil McCoy
when: Earlier today
what: Phil brings her her gift :D
Phil didn't forget Rosie's birthday. He knew it was coming up, he honestly just forgot it was today. He started to knit her something, but then Pop left and Phil couldn't untangle the yarn. Look, he needed something to do to pass the time, all right? Lay off. Instead, he just ordered her some girly necklace thing from the internet. A round pendant with an octopus on it. All cartoony and cute. Phil wouldn't tell her he often thought Rosie was like an octopus. From the dark, deep, ocean, trying to pull him down with her-- oh god the arms!
Anyhoo. He goes to her room. The package came in the mail, he wrapped the box up in the Sunday comics.
Rosie was in her room, huddled up in front of her computer. She thought everyone had forgotten, but it appears to be not so. Still, wrapped up in her blanket with the A/C on like it was the dead of winter was really comfortable. She should get moving. But then she heard the knocking and went to let in.... Phil? "Hi." She thinks he hates her, so she's standing around in front of the door looking awkward.
"Oooh, it's nice in cool in here." Phil likes it. He tries to stick his head in the room. He manages to shove the tiny parcel at her chest, "This is for you."
"Yeah. Uh. What?" Rosie looks at the package with confusion, but takes it and backs up. Beep beep, wide load. "Come on in, Phil." It's rude to open gifts with the person gone, or so said her mom.
Phil comes in the room and sits at her desk chair. "Happy Birthday. You're fifteen now, right?" Haw haw. Badumpsh. "Open that, come on, I want to see if you like it. I don't buy girls stuff."
"... If I were fifteen, that would make you a pedophile." Oh yeah. Rosie plops onto her bed, sitting Indian Style and began to slowly, painfully open it. Savoring the comics. Three minutes pass and it's open. "Oooh, Phil! This is cute!" It really is! She lifted the little silver chain with the octopus brooch out and grinned. "Thank you!"
"Yeah?" Phil is pretty pleased with himself. Rosie is still his friend, even after all the crazy stuff they've been through. Maybe more so because of that? "Put it on, never take it off, or I'll kill you."
She snorts and gets off the bed to go bounce over to Phil. "I can do that, but you've got to put it on me. I'm not that skilled." He really does love her! This is a symbol. Her brain is kind of whack.
Phil stands up, takes the necklace from her. He puts it around her neck land closes the clasp carefully. He's even nice enough to move her hair out of the way. "Don't get any ideas, lady." This is the only gift, lady!
"What ideas?" Like she's going to try and marry you again, Phil. Rosie turns around and throws her arms around him, squeezing Phil tight. Like an octopus. That was pretty darn accurate, man. "You're the best. You should go drinking with Janis and I and maybe May later."
"Ideas, just. Don't get them. And ... I'm not going to go out drinking with three girls." Three horny girls. Does he look like an idiot? "But thanks for the offer." He squeezes her back and the attempts to wriggle away.
"Why not? I'd do it for you." It's a trust thing, Phil! Plus, they're not Jack, and won't depress you. She latches on harder.
Phil pats her awkwardly, since she's squeezing the life out of him. "I don't think it'd be a good idea. Maybe some other time? Just you and ... no, uh, some other time." Which means NEVER.
Boo. Rosie releases, then steps back. Hands on hips, she looks up at him and frowns. "Not a drinker, McCoy?"
"I drink juice and milk and water--" And there was one time with Jack... he drank rum. TELL NO ONE. "I don't need booze. We can go someplace fun. Like a fair. That's like being high on life." What a dork.
Oh gosh. "No. Phil McCoy, you need a drink. You need a drink more than me and I really need a drink." Alcoholic in the making, what? She shakes her head at him, making tsk tsk noises. "Fairs are full of animal poop."
"Carnival, that's what I mean." Totally different. "I don't need a drink and please don't keep insisting. Don't you have someone else to bug about that?" Rosie needs a boyfriend... or a girlfriend.
She shrugs, "Nope." She's got no life, Phil! "I was thinking of maybe going to go talk to Pete. See if I can turn him evil again. Unless you have a better idea..."
He tries not to shake her, "Look, it's time to go. For me, to go. I'm glad you enjoyed your present." Obviously, Phil can only take Rosie in ten-minute increments.
"That's cool." It kind of isn't. She likes Phil around, reminds her of Old Times. Before Jack. And before Phil was gay. Ok, and sort of after. "Thanks, again. It's super cute."
He quickly leans over and pecks her on the cheek, "Glad you like it." Then he all-but-runs out of her room.