On his way to work, Kyle stops to get a bite to eat/fast food.
When:
Wednesday afternoon, January 12, 2011
Warnings:
None
It was back to work this evening as Kyle headed down to Naxos. He usually slipped in an hour or so early to help Ariadne out but today he decided to head down to the local burger joint and grab some food. He was starving. Since being out of Dion's grip for a few weeks, only seeing him for a few nights during this first week back around Naxos his appetite had jumped drastically. He was always hungry. Not uncommon for a growing young man, but uncommon in such a short time. It was all that wine and alcohol that wasn't being pumped into his system. He felt healthier.
He'd just gotten his food, pulling the fries right out of the bag and cramming a few in his mouth when he ran into the person passing by, dropping his bag to the floor.
Each day was the same for Homonoia. She was concord, unanimity and oneness of mind, with a severe case of OCD thrown into the mix. If one thing went wrong or was misplaced she couldn't focus on anything else until that one thing was fixed. If anything needed to be added to her day she had to account for all changes. She was excellent at organization, always carrying a planner and calendar around along with any other work essentials.
Today was no different. She was aware of her surroundings as always. Good thing she wasn't afraid of touching others (that wouldn't make much sense seeing as she was one of the exacters of justice) or else she might have made a scene when someone bumped into her. Her tea was the only thing that spilled, a small amount splashing onto her jacket. One minute refill.
She had seen him coming toward her, but by then it had been too late. She had made a lame attempt to step aside, but now she had to judge whether or not she needed a new jacket. That would factor twenty minutes to her daily schedule. Without hesitation, she reached down to pick up the bag and handed it to him. "Excuse me," she said politely. She was only slightly frazzled by this since so far it only meant an additional minute to her day.
"It's alright," he said taking hold of the bag, noticing he'd caused the tea to coat a small spot on her jacket. "Baking soda or vinegar will get that out," he said trying to swallow his fries quicker. He patted around on his pockets after sticking the bag between his teeth. "Wait," he said with a muffled voice. After a few seconds he found what he was looking for. A tide stain remover pen that his mom had shipped in a care package for Christmas. Working at a bar meant he ruined a lot of clothes which is why he hardly wore much beyond the form fitting tank top and jeans.
"Here you go," he said handing her the pen. "Stain remover."
She wasn't sure how to respond to his advice without seeming rude about it. How many times had something gone wrong and she had to clean a stain? So she settled with a nod and a smile. But before she could ask for a refill she found herself still in this situation. Well, not so much a situation as an unexpected occurrence.
Looking at what he was holding she smiled a little more brightly and shook her head, "No, it's alright. I have one at home. This isn't the first stain I've had."
"Oh, I wasn't sayin' that," he said with a laugh. "Just you know, if you wanted to get it out quickly?" He stood there staring for a minute before articulating anything else to say.
"Kyle," he said offering his hand for a shake. Boldness was something he'd had before, but being one of Dionysus' favorites meant he'd inherited more of it.
"In that case," she took the pen and settled her food onto a nearby table. There she worked at getting out the stain before it had time to spread any further. She was well aware of him staring and wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that she sometimes had this unnerving way of looking at people without realizing it. Her sister said it was because her eyes were almost inhuman at times and even scared Arete now and again. Somewhere she knew her sister was laughing that her sister had run into a boy and her mother surely must be having a maternal moment. They were tightly woven together, the Praxidikai.
For a split second an 'H' sound came from her mouth, which she quickly fixed, "Kori." She shook his hand politely. While she might look nothing more than any other girl her grip was firm and almost businesslike. Homonoia wasn't shy, but she wasn't exactly the type to strike up a conversation with anyone she didn't know. That was Arete's job.
Not that Kyle could pick up and detect immortals that swamped around the city, but being Dionysus' little lackey had it's benefits. Something felt different about her even if it was just him over thinking it. They could walk around as average people, it was still kind of mind-boggling.
He shook her hand for a good few moments. "Kori," he repeated. "Well nice to meet you." Though he shook his head after that. "I'm sorry that sounds all lame n' all. I work just up the street at Naxos. Heard of it?" Well that was just getting even more lame. Good one Kyle.
It would be a strange day if mortals could detect gods. Probably even a bad thing. It was so nice being able to tell mortal from god.
She offered another smile, "You too, even if it was in a less than ceremonious way." Gods, what mortal spoke like that? Her brows rose a little. "Yes, I have. The owner is pretty eccentric."
He did eye her suspiciously for a moment, confused with her reply. He wasn't a very formal speaker, there was nothing elegant about his words. In fact he chopped off a lot of letters, which to some could appear unintelligent.
"I bartend there. Dion er," he paused, so used to that nickname that it fell out of his mouth quite easy, "Darius is a nice guy, he's jus' got his own way about things." Well that was one way of describing him.
Homonoia got it from her mother, who was a very serious person. She was the best mom on the planet, but she was still very much the follow-the-rules type. They were in service to the Fates, after all, which was sometimes terrifying. There had been days when proper speech was the norm. Homonoia was still getting used to more casual talk, though her sister had seemed to get it down pretty easily.
She did catch that mess up, but she said nothing about it. For all she knew Dionysus had chosen Dion as a mortal name and this one just knew him as that. She nodded, "Yes, I've met him before. I might stop by sometime with my mom and sister." Why she'd stop by with any family was probably strange in itself, but if he knew anything about immortals and happened to find out who she really was then he'd probably get it.