Edwin Mercier (undercovergoth) wrote in mountzenithrp, @ 2020-04-03 12:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 043, edwin, kiley |
Who: Edwin & Kiley
When: A little after 3
Where: Out in front of the lodge
While it was always kind of impossible to make plans in this place, today had made it so even planning by the hour was impossible. Edwin and Oliver had planned on waking up in a new bed, and when they didn't, they planned on finding it with the rest of their stuff, which also wasn't in their room. The new bed wasn't there either, and so the new plan just became to enjoy their day and maybe paint each other's nails with Edwin's new nail polish, maybe try out their new lube, but then Lila was found and Oliver went off to deal with that while Edwin brought their stuff back to the room, where, surprise, the new bed had arrived. Edwin got the bed set up, planning on being draped across it and nude to surprise his boyfriend when he got back, but that plan had been ruined when Edwin had had to run to make sure Oliver was okay after his panic attack.
After that, and after Oliver filled him in on what was happening, and then had spoken to Scotty, the plan had just been to relax with Oliver for the rest of the day, maybe just cuddle, maybe actually do the nail painting thing, and that still hadn't worked out when suddenly Owen. While Edwin was a little bummed, he couldn't exactly be upset, and he sure as hell wasn't going to ask Oliver not to go. Owen had been gone for weeks already, and the two were friends. Of course Oliver had to go. Edwin didn't have a problem with that.
It still left him alone for a bit, though. Alone wasn't bad, except on a day like today when he really just wanted to not be alone. Especially after the conversation he'd had on his walk.
So, with his nail polish bottle in his pocket, Edwin headed over to the lodge, hanging out in the main room and absently watching whatever movie it was Marco had on, before completely giving up paying attention to it in favor of starting on his nails. He'd only gotten one coat on one hand when someone else walked down the stairs, and without thinking, he hopped up when he realized that it was Kiley. Was she doing something? Maybe he could hang out with her.
God, he sounded desperate. Oh well.
"Hey Kiley!" he called out cheerfully, raising his unpainted hand to wave. "What are you doing?" Did he sound desperate for attention? God, he hoped he didn't.