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Tweak says, "Did you miss me...?"

Ned (bakersman) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-19 22:23:00

Entry tags:

complete, day seven, ned the piemaker, olive snook

Who: Ned and Olive
What: Discussing 'the future' (probably not as fearful as it sounds)
When: Day 7
Where: Starting off in their dorms
Rating: Highly unlikely anything more than PG
Status: All done!

The Piemaker no longer had any genuine idea what age he would be at that moment. Everything seemed to last longer here in this place where he had no real sense of purpose. There wasn't much to do to pass the time, despite having a Renaissance Faire right outside. He still hated dressing up, he wasn't a big fan of learning to weave baskets or joust or make tools, and even his own dog had found a new playmate. Of course, he was used to Digby being a bigger fan of Olive than himself, what with her actually being able to pet him. But a pig? That he wasn't a big fan of.

So time dragged a bit more for Ned than usual. Having Olive around was still taking a great deal of getting used to. Especially without Chuck. He still missed her desperately, but the ache was getting a bit easier to deal with. Maybe she was better off back home without him. Maybe she'd find some man who she could actually touch. Without dying, that was. And who hadn't killed her father.

That thought alone was enough to drag him out of bed. He peeked out the window and noticed it was still drizzling, which was getting a bit unbearable. Dressing in the most casual thing he could find, he stepped out the door, trying not to let his eyes wander across the hall where Olive was likely still fast asleep. It was relatively early, after all. He waved Digby out behind him, even less worried about him being off leash than he'd been at home. Not only was Digby a good dog, but he was a smart one, too. He'd be just fine on his own.

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bakersman
2009-05-03 09:47 pm UTC (link)

Some men might've commented on the words 'I'm easy', but Ned just couldn't bring himself to do that. "Something on the ground might be nice," Ned admitted with a shaky smile. "I wonder if there's anything...non fair food for breakfast. You know what I mean? Candied apples and kettle corn and all that are well and good, but not really breakfast foods." And from what he remembered of the previous day's layout and matching food, this wasn't likely to be any different.

He began leading the way over to the area the food had been offered the day before, and began keeping his eyes open for something that looked...well, not like sausages and peppers. In the evening, perhaps, but at ten in the morning? No, not really his favorite.

Ned's hands, too, were clasped behind his back, but then, his always were. He paused in front of an ice cream stand and sighed. "Think enough waffle cones could be considered waffles?" he questioned, but there was a slight grin in his eyes. In some ways, it was every kid's dream come true. And how often had he made himself pie as a breakfast treat? "You know what? Why not. We'll only be able to do this here, right? In dreamland?"

Ned? Impulsive? Chuck would positively faint if she could see him.

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