Blaise Zabini (blaising_hot) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2016-11-30 10:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: blaise zabini, char: kermit bradley, char: theodore nott, location: other, time: 2008 11 |
Who: Blaise and Kermit (and possibly anyone else who is in Italy with them?)
When: November 30, Afternoon
Where: Callie's place in Italy
What: Trying to relax.
Warnings: TBD
Blaise, aside from one or two very short trips over to his mother's place that he couldn't avoid, was avoiding his mother. So far he'd had plenty of wonderful excuses not to bring Kermit over there, and in fact he knew that Calypso hadn't been over there at all.
So he'd juggled work -- the Prophet, of course -- as well as the copious amounts of errands Oya had decided were within his purview. He'd had to manage the fiance, as well, and was unfortunately having to collaborate with the best man on the stag night.
Of course the man was only about a decade older than himself. But then, Oya looked thirty years younger than she was. At least.
And of course spending time with Kermit. Lots of time, whenever he could. He tried not to be irritable with the people in the home they were in. They didn't deserve it but the fact that he was grumpy and irritable and temperamental was hard to miss, though he was very quiet about it.
He'd come back from the fiance in a quietly horrible mood, so he'd shifted before he'd come across anyone who wanted to actually speak to him, Bane had hopped on his black jaguar back, and they'd gone to find a strong afternoon sunbeam because for some stupid reason it always made him feel better. Marmalade joined them at some point and Blaise only acknowledged it with a sleepy flick of his tail.