experimentcharm (experimentcharm) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-05-08 03:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | gilbert wimple, hestia jones |
Who: Gilbert & Hestia
What: Conversations of an important nature!
When: Sunday
Where: The safe house where Hestia is
Warnings: Err...IDK
Status: Incomplete
Gilbert did not often find himself in a place where he did not understand his own feelings. He had, while journaling with Hestia, tried to figure them out. He had written it down, only he had nothing to go off of. He had taken a moment to collect himself and drink some tea before he made his way to his room to dress, picking out something simple. At least...he counted it as simple. He supposed he would never be dressed simple to most people's idea of simple. He could not even begin to understand why his brain was focusing so hard on this small little fact. Then again, he did not always understand the things his mind focused on. It was a strange creature, he supposed.
He went off to the grocery store first, picking up what Hestia had asked for and a few extras: fruit and chocolate. He had not been sure what sort of fruit she preferred, so he got a few of each. Any she did not like, he would just take for himself. He did not mind. He even picked up a basic first aid kit. Just in case. One could never be too careful. Once he had stopped there, he stopped in the apothecary and got a few of the basic potions that one found they needed, deciding on a few hangover potions. She mentioned drinking, one figured she might find herself needing them at some time or another. You could hardly be too careful.
Once he was done, he apparated to the safe house, setting down the bags so that he could knock on the door properly. Then he slowly picked them up again, holding them easily as he waited for Hestia to open the door. Yes, this would be fine.