Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-10-30 22:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | amelia bones, edgar bones |
RP Thread: Ed and Ames
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY properbones)
Who: Edgar and Amelia
Where: Lunch
When: Lunch
Rating: G kiddos!
Summary: Lunch is on FIRE!
Even with the amount of antics of the previous weekend, and the never-ending workload, Amelia was having a lovely day. Ever since she has transferred to Millicent Bagnold’s office things had improved greatly in her work life. The work was still hard, but it was more enjoyable, and Amelia looked forward to coming to work each day. She was no longer chained to her desk, but had been granted more freedom, thus enabling her to take lunch breaks with her elder brother; which is exactly what she planned on doing today.
After informing her boss of her lunch break, Amelia gathered her coat and scarf and headed off to fetch her brother. As she maneuvered through the halls, she greeted those whom she knew before arriving at the office where her brother was kept. “Officer Bones,” she greeted him. “I’m here to inform you that your sister requests your presence for your lunch date effective immediately.”
Edgar looked up miserably from the stack of paperwork in front of him and clucked his tongue. "Aye aye, captain," he said, not annoyed with her but with the general situation. He was tired of hearing about it. He'd screwed up. He knew it. He'd overreacted when it would've been better to just walk away. "You wanted Thai, right?"
Amelia’s face screwed up in concern. He looked a mess; she hadn’t seen him this miserable in a long time. She walked around the desk and perched herself on its edge beside him. “Eddie,” she said softly. “Stiff upper lip. You can’t let this get you down.” She nudged him with her foot. “Come on, smile Bonesy. You’re stronger than this.”
Edgar didn't smile. "With the morning I've had..." he trailed off. "Not that I didn't bring it on myself, but I just... it's been too much to swallow in the last six hours."
“Well you think you’re up to swallowing some spicy Thai food,” Amelia asked. “Might make you feel better. Or worse, so you can’t feel bad about this.”
"I should eat," Edgar agreed. "And I need the distraction. Have a place in mind?"
“Yes, you should,” Amelia agreed. “You need to eat. You make me do it all the time. Now it’s my turn to return the favor.” She hopped down off the desk and continued to speak. “And yes I do. It’s in Muggle London though, but we can apparate into a back alley. It’s called ‘Nidda Thai.’”
Amelia readjusted the strap on her purse to sit more comfortably on her shoulder. “Ready?”
Edgar stood and nodded, adjusting his robes. "Yeah, let’s go. We can talk about absolutely everything else."
“Fantastic!” Amelia looped her arm though Edgar’s and headed toward the portals. “The food at this restaurant is so spicy your tongue will burn for days. I promise you.”
"I hope so," Edgar said. "It'll give me an excuse to keep my mouth shut."
“Awww Eddie do we need to get you a pacifier? Or perhaps you should steal one from Matty,” Amelia teased.
"Please don't do that," Edgar said, and sighed.
Amelia stopped. “You know, if you’re going to be so depressing I’m going to leave you right here. I love you Eddie, but really I don’t feel up to having a depressing lunch.”
"Then change the subject and I promise to be less of a wet blanket?" Edgar suggested.
“I tried, but you reverted directly back to it,” Amelia snapped, a little annoyed. “Then I tried to make a joke, and that backfired. What do you want me to do?”
"How's working with Millicent been?" Edgar asked abruptly, taking a deep breath and arching an eyebrow.
Amelia beamed and led him into a portal to apparate out into the outside world. “Fantastic,” she exclaimed after they had landed in a deserted alleyway. “She is absolutely fantastic to work for. And I’m learning so much.” She paused and stared at his robes. “You might want to change those before we go in,” she suggested.
Edgar took off his cloak and transfigured it into a briefcase; underneath he'd been wearing trousers and a dress shirt. "She's a bloody amazing woman," he said. "If I had my say she'd be kicking Cavanaugh's arse of out office yesterday."
Amelia smoothed out the skirt she was wearing. “Right, shall we,” she asked, pulling him onto the street and into the restaurant and over to a table. “I agree. But there’s a reason why he’s there and not her.”
"And what would you say that reason is?" Edgar asked, pulling back a chair for her to sit down.
Amelia thanked him as she took her seat and scooted the chair toward the table. “I didn’t claim to know the reason,” she explained patiently. “I merely commented that there was one.”
"The fact that she doesn't want to further segregate the community plays a big role, no doubt," Edgar said. "Idiotic fucking idiot."
“Excuse me,” Amelia quirked an eyebrow. “But that is my boss you’re talking about.”
"Cavanaugh, not Bagnold. Bagnold's a genius," Edgar said.
“You don’t know the half of it,” Amelia gushed. “She’s spectacular! Truly. Her methods are beyond anything I could even think of. I mean, when I’m researching for her she has me look up details that I would have missed. She’s brilliant. I can’t even begin to explain.”
"Lucky you," Ed said. "My boss' favourite verb is 'fuck', and he regularly attaches it to my name."
Amelia reached out and patted his hand in a comforting manner. “I’m sorry Eddie,” she tried to console him.
"Eh, I'm still a rookie. I'm bound to deal with shit until I smarten up, right?" he asked. "Besides, he's told me if not a dozen times that I could go places if I'd just pull my head out of my ass."
“Edgar, if you haven’t smartened up in 20 years, what is going to make you start,” Amelia asked as a waitress came over to take their order. “Are you ready?”
"Pick something for me. So long as it's hot, I'll be happy," Ed said after sticking his tongue out at her.
Amelia placed their orders and turned back to him. “I warn you,” she said. “You won’t be able to eat for a week this dish is so spicy. You might even have fire coming out of your ears.”
"I'll take my chances," Ed grinned.
“You’re a brave man,” Amelia laughed. “Either very brave, very foolish, or both. Or my personal favorite: very stupid.” She stuck her tongue out at her brother childishly.
Edgar stuck his own out in return. "Yes, well. Heedless stupidity can save lives sometimes."
Amelia rolled her eyes. She wasn’t about to start a fight with her brother. Perhaps some time he would learn that sometimes charging headfirst into battle. But it wouldn’t be today, and she wouldn’t be the one who would teach him. It would take someone, or something, bigger than her to achieve it. “So Josh looked well,” she said finally.
"Yeah! Yeah, he does. Seems spending time with Enid has done him a lot of good," Edgar said, jumping on the change of subject.
“I suppose in two years we will be planning their wedding,” Amelia said cheerfully. “If we can circumvent the arranged marriage situation that is.”
"Planning their wedding? Wouldn't get ahead of yourself there," Edgar said. "Boneses marry young, but I never really saw Josh as the sort."
Amelia wanted to ask what her excuse was, but refrained. All of her friends it seemed were either married with children, or about to be married, or at least in serious relationships. But she couldn’t complain. She had her job, her roommates, and the opportunity to go out on a Friday night without worry. “You never know,” Amelia said. “I could be the aberration of the family and both you and Josh could decide to get married straight out of school.”
"I already did," Edgar said, holding up the ring finger on his left hand and waggling it. "And I dunno. Josh married is a completely foreign concept. Maybe because he's so young still? I don't know. He feels a lot younger."
“You know what I mean,” replied Amelia as she wrinkled her nose. “He’s a lot older than most people his age though in comparison.”
"He's older than me if we're talking about maturity level," Ed said.
“Edgar, you have the maturity level of a fruit fly,” she teased. “Oh look. Food!”
"Mmm," Edgar grinned, picking up his fork. "Looks amazing, thank you."
Amelia sat back and watched as Edgar started to dig in, waiting for his response before she started her own meal. “You’re welcome. I hope you enjoy it.”
Edgar nearly choked. Coughing and spurting he reached for his glass of ice water and down the entire contents of the thing in one gulp, his face burning red and persperation prickling his nose.
“Eddie,” Amelia mocked after taking a bite of her own meal. “I thought you said you wanted it hot. Now am I led to believe you can’t handle the heat?”
"It surprised! Me!" Edgar coughed
Amelia shook her head. “Wimp.”
"Shut up!" Edgar said, filling his water glass again, and taking his time as he started in on his meal again.
“Do you want to trade?”
"No! No, this is good. Just have to pace myself," Edgar answered.