Brenner Mahoney (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} brennermahoney) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} outofshadowsrpg,@ 2016-08-25 09:28:00 |
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Who: Brenner Mahoney and Nadi Fujioka
What: You tell me and we'll both know.
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: In the mean streets of Philadelphia (in the Aldi nearest Drexel. Come on.)
Rating/Warnings: Low to PG13/Warning for excessive amounts of incomprehensible Geordie speech from Brenner. I'm not going to translate because half you'll get from context, and the other half, well. The language barrier is sort of the point of this thread :P
Brenner felt good. He might only get one summer holiday while he was at Drexel, but he felt like he'd made the most of it. Today, for example, he had rolled out of bed around ten, played around on his computer for a couple of hours, and then had lunch. After the laziness of the morning, he felt like he was in the mood to accomplish something, so he got dressed (polo shirt and khakis. His mother might not be there to see him, but she was there in his head) and combed his hair neatly, and ventured outside the house.
Honestly, he didn't really go out with an agenda outside of walking a ways and seeing where he ended up. His shoes were comfortable, his tunes were good and his day was free, so he wandered down to campus, picked up the books he would need for the coming year, and wandered back to his apartment, where he dropped them off. Then he started thinking about what he wanted for dinner. A trip to the supermarket was in order, he decided, and left the apartment once more to head to the Aldi he'd found near his place shortly after moving in.
With no particular plan, he grabbed a trolley and started moving up and down the aisles, lazily grabbing things as they caught his eye. It was interesting just looking at all the packages of unfamiliar food. He'd told himself he try new things, at least a couple a week, so he tossed in a couple of bags of sweets that he'd never tasted before. He was in no hurry. He had no commitments today, no place to be, and Beau, as far as he knew, wouldn't be home, let alone expecting him. He turned the trolley, leaning on the handlebar, and started to work his way around again.
What: You tell me and we'll both know.
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: In the mean streets of Philadelphia (in the Aldi nearest Drexel. Come on.)
Rating/Warnings: Low to PG13/Warning for excessive amounts of incomprehensible Geordie speech from Brenner. I'm not going to translate because half you'll get from context, and the other half, well. The language barrier is sort of the point of this thread :P
Brenner felt good. He might only get one summer holiday while he was at Drexel, but he felt like he'd made the most of it. Today, for example, he had rolled out of bed around ten, played around on his computer for a couple of hours, and then had lunch. After the laziness of the morning, he felt like he was in the mood to accomplish something, so he got dressed (polo shirt and khakis. His mother might not be there to see him, but she was there in his head) and combed his hair neatly, and ventured outside the house.
Honestly, he didn't really go out with an agenda outside of walking a ways and seeing where he ended up. His shoes were comfortable, his tunes were good and his day was free, so he wandered down to campus, picked up the books he would need for the coming year, and wandered back to his apartment, where he dropped them off. Then he started thinking about what he wanted for dinner. A trip to the supermarket was in order, he decided, and left the apartment once more to head to the Aldi he'd found near his place shortly after moving in.
With no particular plan, he grabbed a trolley and started moving up and down the aisles, lazily grabbing things as they caught his eye. It was interesting just looking at all the packages of unfamiliar food. He'd told himself he try new things, at least a couple a week, so he tossed in a couple of bags of sweets that he'd never tasted before. He was in no hurry. He had no commitments today, no place to be, and Beau, as far as he knew, wouldn't be home, let alone expecting him. He turned the trolley, leaning on the handlebar, and started to work his way around again.