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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
2009-05-22 11:13 pm UTC (link)

She was hands down right about one thing. Ned had settled into that kitchen as if he were born to it. It was so much bigger than The Pie Hole's, and he could bake so many more pies at once. And he seemed to have an appreciative audience around him, too. Besides which, it was nice to make his pies for others and not have to charge for them. It was no longer about making a living, but about simply enjoying the hold a kitchen had over him.

"The Ferris Wheel is not a baby ride!" Ned protested, attempting to sound offended. "It's huge. And tall. And it shakes while you're up there. Even you've got to admit that's a little scary." When she didn't, though, he only laughed.

It didn't feel as strange as he might've once thought, laughing with Olive over something silly like the Ferris Wheel. Or offering to attempt to win her a stuffed panda bear. He'd always liked her, but he had never been brave enough to spend a long period of time with her. But as the days went on, he was actually growing to like spending time with her.

"Stuffed panda, hmm?" he questioned, eyeing the Midway. Well... It couldn't hurt, could it? "I'm warning you, I'm no athlete. And if you end up taking home some space-aged goldfish instead of a panda bear, it's not entirely my fault." Sports hadn't exactly been a focus of Ned's childhood. But then, what did anyone expect from a man who'd rather bake?

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