el_torro_staas (el_torro_staas) wrote in nearside_rpg, @ 2010-02-22 21:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ira bosko, character: staas mooren, location: spectrum, player: christina, player: skippy, status: incomplete |
Who: Ira and the Moorens
Where: Spectrum Apts, Mooren residence
When: Monday night
What: Story telling
Rating: PG-13
Warning: If you don't know by now that Staas swears, then you're not paying enough attention
Summary: Ira is living at the Mooren's for the duration of the blizzard. Staas doesn't trust the guy not to die of malnutrition if left on his own that long. Curiosity is sparked (not that kind!) and they share stories from their past.
Staas rubbed at one eye with the heel of his hand as he filled the electric kettle with water and turned it on. He wasn't really tired, as he'd fallen asleep early the night before (never mind that the kids--and Lady--had awakened him before seven) so he'd actually managed to get a full eight hours for once. It had just been a long day. Without the ability to go outside, and amped over the lack of school and the presence of Ira and Lady, the kids had really managed to take everything he'd thrown at them today and ask for more. Add to that the request from Alida to look at the Mommy pictures, and he was pretty fucking drained.
Luckily for him, neither child had asked the tough questions they sometimes did, and he hadn't had to explain to them all over again that their mommies weren't well, and that each of them loved her child, but couldn't take care of them as well as he could. And that he didn't know when or if they would ever be seen again. He doubted it. Secretly, he kind of hoped for it. It was selfish, he knew, but he didn't want to complicate his children's lives like that. They were doing fine on their own, and Staas was fairly certain Alida wasn't really missing a woman's influence. He didn't really believe in gender roles like that anyway.
After the photo album had been put away, Staas had played a few songs for them on the guitar, including "A Spoonful of Sugar" from Mary Poppins, "I have Confidence in Me" from Sound of Music, "Wonderwall," by Oasis, and somewhere in there he snuck in an old song he'd helped to write way back when; an acoustic number that had not gone down well with the fans of the band he'd been in at the time, Chartered Anarchy. But he had an enraptured fanbase of two now, and that was better than anything.
He and Ira had put the kids to bed after that, reading them "Corduroy" (Theo's pick) and kissing them goodnight before turning off the light. So now Staas poured the hot water into the teapot to let it steep, and he cleaned up a bit around the apartment. Crayons and drawings and pieces from the pirates ship earlier that morning and the occasional plastic ball from Hungry Hungry Hippos. When the timer in the kitchen went off, he went and poured two cups of tea, sugared them up, and brought them and some chocolate out to the livingroom. He left for just a moment to check on the kids, who were already deep in slumber, then went back to sit on the other end of the couch from Ira.
He sat against the armrest, facing the other man, and leaned forward to pet Lady between the ears. "They're out completely," he said with a little smile. "We wore them out, despite being inside all day. Go us." He shot a glance out the window, where the snow was still steadily swirling. So far it was looking as though they'd have to do it all over again the next day.