- (sonrisa) wrote in repose, @ 2020-08-10 06:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, cris martin, dinah north, kit vaughn, mari lagos, ~plot: clocks |
Log, at the convenience store: Mari L, Cris M, Dinah N, & Kit V
Who: Team Red Copper: Mari Lagos, Cris Martin, Dinah North, & Kit Vaughn
What: curiosity
Where: the convenience store
When: noon, the day after this
Warnings/Rating: TBD
These days, before he was anything else, Cris was a dad, huh? I don't just mean with the girls—though, 'course, them too. But, just in general. I say this, 'cause, after he'd dropped Teresita y Joey off at the neighbors, citing the work he hadta get done to finish setting up the shop, Cris figured it was noon. Which meant it was lunchtime. And since people were coming to his place, it was only fair if he got 'em food. Or, least, that's what the dad in him said and that guy was loud. Now, he wasn't some crazy guy with lotsa freetime, so it wasn't like he whipped nothing special up just to put a clock together (or maybe not). But, it wasn't too much work to get somea the leftoversa what he made the girls and bring it out, still warm in blue-topped tupperware. Ropa vieja, some white rice, and maduros. And water. 'Cause everybody needed to see straight to do… whatever it was they were doing. Even though they were creeping on up to fall, it was still plenty warm out. Even by the highway—o rmaybe 'causea it—the heat simmered, shimmering over concrete. So Cris dressed for that; black on black, sure, but, hey, he hadda baseball cap too, to keep the sun offa him.—When noon came, or just before, Cris was inside the shop. The food was with him, on the counter by the register nobody had plugged in yet. His clock piece, a side in that coppery red, was there too, acting all innocent. His hat, just generic gray and emblazoned with nothing, was swiveled backwards, and Cris himself was on his hands and knees, just outta view behind the counter, as he worked on something. |