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Tweak says, "iz in my room plotin ur demise"

tigertiger (tigertiger) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-08-19 18:47:00

Entry tags:

!2003:08, !complete, stephanie fawcett, stephen cornfoot

Who: Steph Squared. Stephen Cornfoot and Stephanie Fawcett
When: Wednesday Night!
Where: Stephen's flat!
What: Stephen brews tea and entices his bestie with the promise of a good cup for her company.
Rating: PG-13 for possible bad words? Idk!
Open/Closed: Closed

The dreams had been better as of late, so much so that he looked visibly more relaxed than he had in the past couple of days. Perhaps it was tied directly to the new hire on at Tea and Sympathy? Merlin being hired meant Stephen didn't have to do everything by himself. Oh, sure he had help for serving the tea but so far he was one of the only good fortunetellers at the place. That was sure to change with Merlin's arrival. The young man was insanely talented, more than he probably knew.

It was this that did occupy Stephen's thoughts as he brewed the tea for Stephanie's arrival. He could hardly wait to tell her the news. Why, this meant he could have one of the more experienced workers act as manager when he and Cake weren't available! He could go out for once!

Sighing happily he awaited the knock on his door and he consequential entrance of Stephanie. He could feel it in his bones that she'd be there at any minute and in fact had ready for her a cup with the exact amount of milk and sugar she liked. It rested on a coaster on his large wooden coffee table next to a stack of books about Astronomy and Astrology.

Any minute now, he glanced at his watch and looked up just as she did knock and enter.

"You're late by a whole minute, actually. Unless my watch is fast."

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impermanence
2010-08-20 12:31 am UTC (link)

The day, as far as Stephanie's standards went, was very fulfilling and utterly unreproducible. It was just one of those perfect days. There were perfect moments like a Paris in the spring at sunrise, or sitting by the fire with a cup of blueberry tea wrapped up in a blanket on a snowy winter evening...but that day had been full of perfect moments. From the way the sun fell onto the pavement and her shoulders, warming her through, the looks on people's faces as they watched her art come to life on the sidewalk, and the utter sereneness in her mind as she worked...it had been flawless.

Of course, then Stephen had to call her Phanny and she'd been momentarily upset...until he mentioned tea. Steph couldn't help forgiving him so easily. Anyone else she would be sore at for quite some time, but Stephen could get out of it. She had wanted to see him anyway, so even though she tried to keep a scowl on her features, she failed. By the time she left her flat, she was smiling again.

She apparated part of the way, and walked the rest, simply because she liked walking. Plus, it was just as nice of an evening as it had been an afternoon. It didn't take too long for her to get to his flat, honestly. She knocked and let herself right in, greeted not by a hello, but with the response only a Seer would say when you hadn't said when you thought you might arrive.

She grinned a bit and unhooked her hands from her vest pockets, "You know me, Stephen. Time is pretty much meaningless. But I did get momentarily distracted when I stepped in gum. No worries. I got it off," she babbled happily as she entered his flat and took up her usual seat where her tea was awaiting her.

Not even bothering to ask if it was hers, just knowing, she picked it up and took a sip, humming appreciatively, "Best tea ever, that is. This mostly makes up for the Phanny comment."

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tigertiger
2010-08-20 12:38 am UTC (link)

For a moment his heart went nuts upon hearing her speak.

GUM. ON. HER. SHOE.

Stephen almost said something, tried very, very hard to not sound... pathetic and nervous, but he was and it was impossible for him to not feel as such when there was this looming threat of something sticky getting on his wood flooring and the tile mosiac he had recently put in near the kitchen. But, then, she reassured him she got it off and he felt a thousand times better.

Still, when she went to sit he neared her and leaned down to gingerly pick her feet up one at a time to inspect the bottoms of her shoes properly. Once pleased he sighed happily and circled around where she sat to settle beside her.

"Now that.. the crisis has been avoided and averted," he muttered, picking up his own cup to sip on as he shifted to sit cross legged facing her.

"I have something that will make up for it entirely and might even put me in good graces for.. I'd say a good week. Want to guess?"