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Jaime Elizabeth Davies (finder) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-08-21 13:20:00

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!log, balthazar blake, jaime davies

Movin' on in
Who: Jaime, Balthazar
What: moving in
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Arcana Cabana
Rating: Low-ish. Again, mentions of sex.
Status: Complete

It was weird on so many levels. Oh sure, she'd played it off as just spending some time in the city to see how she liked it, but she was pretty sure this was the start of her moving to the city and moving away from the mansion. She could always go back, and everyone there had the phone number of the shop, and it was only an hour away, give or take, so it wasn't like she was trekking out to Siberia or China or something like that. She was nearby, and they were all welcome to visit.

Well, visit the city. She really had no intention of parading everyone and their cousin through the shop. Unless they were planning on buying something. That was a whole different kettle of fish.

Mostly, she'd just been interested in sliding out of Westchester with as little drama as possible. Well, that, and escaping the well-intentioned lectures about staying safe. She wasn't an idiot, and she knew she'd have to continue to be careful. Moreso, since she was now closer to the main event, such as it was. She wasn't honestly worried though, and she wondered how much of that was the lingering arrogance of youth. She knew what could happen. She'd been there, and she wasn't eager to go back there again. So she was just a normal girl working at a curio shop.

Jaime stepped down off the bus, slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder. She'd left a lot of her decorative stuff back in her room at the mansion; she wouldn't consider herself officially moved until she'd emptied out that room. So for now, she was still technically living at the mansion while spending some time with a friend in the city while she considered her options. Such was her story and she was sticking to it.

Shoving her free hand into her pocket, Jaime started to walk toward the shop. She did wonder how weird it was going to be, at least at first, but she guessed they'd adjust quick enough to each other's habits and patterns and moods and whatever else needed acclimating to. If she could live comfortably with the variety of people she'd been living with, adjusting to the quirks of an eccentric old man shouldn't be that hard.

Once she reached her destination, she opened the door and let herself in. She bit at her upper lip as she looked around. She tried to think of this place as 'home' and just started to giggle at the idea of it.

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finder
2011-08-24 01:51 am UTC (link)

“That’s exactly what I meant,” Jaime agreed when he admitted to having a lot of books in his room. She’d figured as much though … him and his books. She stretched her arms above her head before lifting her head and crossing her arms under her head like a pillow.

She hadn’t honestly even considered grocery shopping, and she tried to imagine shopping with him. It was enough to make her almost spasm with repressed laughter. Him, in his coat and his hat, pushing a cart along. Sure, he had to grocery shop like everyone else -- she just couldn’t imagine it.

Moving one hand to cover her mouth, Jaime shook her head. When she’d managed to calm enough to talk without laughing, she lowered her hand. “You know, honestly, I now have hilarious mental images and if we tried to grocery shop together, these images would keep coming up, and I would just start laughing. So in the interest of not embarrassing you, I’ll do my own shopping. At least for a little while.” She paused. “Just … for the sake of my imagination … do you go out in the coat and the hat? Because that’s the image I’ve got, and I just can’t see you doing … normal, domestic things.”

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the_sorcerer
2011-08-24 02:59 am UTC (link)

He watched her with vague amusement when it looked like she was on the verge of laughter, but he didn't know what she was fighting so hard not to laugh at. When she explained, he still didn't get it until she asked if he went shopping in his hat and coat. Then he fixed her with a look and just managed to repress rolling his eyes.

"What else would I go out in?" He asked, brows raised. "Sometimes I leave the coat at home in the summer, though," he admitted with a shrug. It was a very warm coat.

Trying to keep a stern expression on his face, he regarded her, curious if that would make her give into the laughter she was fighting off.

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finder
2011-08-24 03:08 am UTC (link)

She bit down on her lower lip, snorting before she gave up and just giggled. She knew it was just ... the whole giddy rush of having moved out of the mansion and moved in with an eccentric old man, but there still was something about the idea of him shopping in his coat -- and then how he said he left it at home in the summers.

"But what about ... the freezer section? I mean, wouldn't you want it then, even in summer?" She giggle-snorted again before she rolled onto her side. "Sorry. I know ... it's ... you're just a guy and you shop, and ... I just. I don't know. Something about the idea of you reading the ingredients list off a box of crackers or something. That's funny, right?"

She exhaled a giggly sigh before she shook her head. "Sorry. This is just a lot of new concepts flooding my little brain. It'll take a few days and then I'll be fine."

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the_sorcerer
2011-08-24 08:24 pm UTC (link)

He let the feigned expression of annoyance fall from his face and for a moment he looked genuinely baffled. "Do people actually read the ingredients list for a box of crackers?" Well, maybe if people had allergies, but he'd just never worried much about what was in crackers and it seemed like a random thing for her to decide he was going to read the ingredients from.

Shaking his head lightly, he smiled slightly. "Should I list off all the domestic things I do now so you can get all the giggling out of your system?" He offered generously, more amused by the whole situation than he should have been.

He could see how it might be funny to her to imagine him shopping and doing laundry, so he didn't blame her really.

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finder
2011-08-25 03:21 am UTC (link)

Jaime was thrown by the apparently serious question, and the fact that she actually took a moment to consider it made the situation even funnier. “I don’t … probably, somewhere. Yeah. Not you,” she added with a grin. “Obviously.”

She nodded to his suggestion. “Honestly, yes? Because I’ll think I’ve got them all and then you’ll say something like, ‘I’m running down to the corner for some milk, do you need anything?’ and then I’ll just bust up laughing again.

“You know. At least for the first few days. So yeah, things that I don’t think about guys doing, like shopping and laundry and … I don’t know. Do you have plants kicking around somewhere that you tend to? I should hear about this all up front,” she assured him. Really, it just made sense because who else was going to do this stuff that still needed to be done? Magical or not, he was just one guy who had to wash clothes and clean and shop, just like everyone else.

Jaime eyed him. “I bet you put your pants on one leg at a time just like everyone else, don’t you?” She adopted her best shocked expression, which was remarkably difficult given how very, very amused she was.

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the_sorcerer
2011-08-25 08:32 pm UTC (link)

He was also even more amused when she answered his question seriously -- even though he had asked it out of genuine curiosity; it was sort of a ridiculous question no matter how he looked at it. Shaking his head lightly, he grinned at the entire situation.

"You're wrong about that one, but I'm not going to share my special pants putting on ritual," he replied, somehow managing not to make a face at himself because that just sounded absurd. It was becoming harder not to laugh though especially when Jaime tried to look shocked; she would obviously need to work on schooling her expressions, but to be fair, he'd had a lot more time to practice than she had.

"I've also decided I'm not going to give you a list. I'd rather just inform you I'm going to do something and see if you find it hysterical or not," because that sounded like it would be a fun game, at least until the newness wore off and she stopped being amused that he did every day things.

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finder
2011-08-26 01:09 am UTC (link)

“Oh, geeze. Now there’s a ritual? Is there a special shirt buttoning ritual too?” She prompted with a grin. She had to grin at how completely and utterly absurd they were being, but she chalked it up to the newness of it all. Soon enough they’d be settled in and comfortable with each other’s presences, and then move on to sniping about who’d put the nearly-empty juice carton back in the fridge.

She laughed aloud when he said he wasn’t going to give her a list. “Fine, fine. It’s your funeral,” she pointed out. “Or … you know. Your ears that have to put up with my bursts of spontaneous laughter when you mention something utterly mundane.

“Just for kicks, you should thrown in an occasional ‘I’m going to go raise a demon’ or something so I don’t think you’re just some normal guy who dresses weird,” she teased. Not that she really thought he raised demons, and boy did she ever hope he didn’t, but it was the first thing that had come to mind.

Shaking her head, Jaime made a ‘shoo’ gesture to him. If she kept him here much longer, she’d just wind up laughing herself sick and her bag would never get unpacked and her room would never get personalized.

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the_sorcerer
2011-08-26 01:16 am UTC (link)

Balthazar paused for a beat and blew out a disappointed sigh, "I didn't think you knew about the demon raising I did. So much for that surprise," he shook his head before allowing a wry grin to touch his lips.

He arched a brow when she dismissed him with a gesture, but he decided not to fight it and instead just shook his head once more before he turned to leave her room. "Welcome to the madness," he called over his shoulder before letting himself out, pulling her door shut behind him.

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