Thomas Raith | The Dresden Files (lovekillsdinos) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-09-07 11:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~~!35 points, ~~annabelle (neverhurthim), ~~thomas raith (lovekillsdinos) |
WHO: Thomas Raith and OPEN
WHAT: Attracting attention - hey, he's a Raith.
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: The Farmer's Market
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Thomas had awakened early this morning, as he was finding it easier and easier to do. For one thing, when he was sleeping alone (as he was now, more nights than he wasn't), there wasn't as much to keep him up until all hours of the night. For another thing, these apartments weren't as well sealed as his Gold Coast Apartment back in Chicago, and he'd gotten used to sleeping in silence. It didn't take much noise at all for his neighbors to wake him up.
So this morning he'd risen, taken a shower, and gone to his fridge to find something to eat. He'd stocked up on microwave meals and beer, and he had plenty of them both to keep himself comfortable. But Justine was coming over tonight, and somewhere in his mind, he got the idea in his head to surprise her. She always had let out such a long-suffering sigh when she looked in his fridge, and he could imagine the smile on her face when she looked in there and saw...fruits and vegetables. He knew there was a farmer's market in town on Saturday morning, and it seemed to him the perfect place for finding just such things.
So he'd made his way down to the street where the farmers had set up their stalls, and began to browse. It didn't take long at all before women were staring at him. As this was something he'd dealt with since his demon had manifested, he did his best to block it from his mind, wishing - as he often had - that there was some way to turn it off. There wasn't, of course. And although he had gotten in trouble because of it in the past, there was something he liked about it. After all, it would be a lot easier for all hunters if the deer decided to follow them around and beg to be shot, instead of having to be found. As Thomas was in a good mood this morning, he turned around and winked at the closest young lady, wondering if she'd faint and swoon like those girls had in those old grainy videos of the Beatles. That might, actually, be somewhat embarrassing.
Going from stall to stall, feeling more and more like some perverse version of the Pied Piper, he finally turned to the girl next to him, holding up a tomato with a wolfish grin.
"So do you squeeze them gently to decide if they're ripe? Or just...fondle them a little?"