dylan (enfys) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2013-10-27 01:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~dylan meyers, ~madi highwood |
Characters: Dylan and Madi
When: Sunday, evening
Location: Common Room
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Neon Frogs
Status: Open, ongoing
Two of the girls, er...women, of the house had left a note under his door about being social and while he wasn't sure what to make of it (room numbers, vagueness, cutesy artwork) and had repurposed the sheet of paper into something mildly amusing for himself, he wasn't opposed to actually making good on the little missive's words. He'd been joking about it being a love notes and didn't seriously view it as the salacious call to know anyone in the biblical sense, regardless of his conversation with one of the penmen. And then there was the other. Madi. The one who humored his nonsense about a third sex and pronouns relating to a paper amphibian. She wanted one too. Teaching her how to make simple origami animals seemed like as good a use of his time as anything else. Besides, she'd promised berries and fresh fruit was a nice change from the already uninspiring contents of the kitchen. It was all good and well that they had a stocked pantry of non-perishables and a freezer of, well, frozen things but that was bound to get repetitive over the course of a year. Even with his supply of hot sauce to liven things up and add flavor where it was surely lacking. So he brought himself and some supplies down to the large common area and spread the little pads of colored paper across the coffee table. All in varying neon shades and sizes were rectangles and squares of yellow, blue, pink, green, orange and purple. They could, if they felt the need, make an army of bright jumping papers. Dylan had also grabbed his tool kit, a spool of wire and a vial of glass beads. These frogs would be fanciful and have proper eyes. He was already working on one, folding a sheet of lined blue post-it page into the beginnings of a biodegradable toy while he waited for the woman from room 20 to join him. |