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orsino thruston is not amused (oneandtwoand) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-01-09 02:33:00

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!1998: 01, !complete, orsino thruston, penelope clearwater

Who: Penelope Clearwater & Orsino Thruston
When: Saturday, 9 January, 1998, mid-afternoon
Where: A-Salt and Battery
What: Time for some fish n' chips and talking in public, and not anywhere near behavior-altering substances of any kind.
Rating: TBD, unlikely to be high

A cigarette, half burned-down, set between his fingers, Orsino stood outside the fish n' chips shop leaning idly against the wall. One foot rested against the brick work, knee bent, other leg stretched out straight. As he watched various automobiles coast by, he raised the cigarette to his lips and inhaled, blowing the smoke out of his nose moments later. Though not a regular smoker, Orsino generally kept a pack on hand for the occassions on which he felt compelled - for instance, when he knew he needed to relax but was having trouble doing so. Before interviews, before shows, and, apprarently, before having lunch with a friend.

When he'd woken up Tuesday morning on Penny's sofa, he'd rolled off and made his way directly to the chimney in order to floo home posthaste. He had had trouble remembering exactly what had gone on the night before, but he remembered enough to know that there was a distinct possibility that things between him and Penny might be somewhat awkward for a while. At least until they could sort things out rationally. Which was the point of this meeting.

Penny was always talkative, so he hoped she'd be able to get the ball rolling. One more long drag from the cigaratte and he threw the remainder down the the sidewalk, grinding it into the pavement with his toe. His stomach growled, as though reminding him he had better order a big basket of fish n' chips as soon as possible.

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_penny
2010-01-09 05:00 pm UTC (link)

As she walked along the road and weaved in and out of the people, Penny pulled her cardigan tighter around herself and kept her eyes focused on the pavement. She'd spent half the night up worrying about Mrs Edgecombe - her mind replaying over and over again the condition she'd been in and the look in her eyes as she'd reached out to plead for the return of her daughter.

By the time she'd fallen into bed, it had been after five and her dreams had been fitful. In them, the woman who had stumbled along the streets had been her mother, hands reaching out for Penny to find them. To come home.

And then there was Orsino. The events of Monday seemed so far away but she knew that the longer she put things off, the worse it would be. Still, as she rounded the corner and saw him lounging outside the chip shop, the familiar apprehension made an appearance. Her lists hadn't helped ; her walk to clear her head certainly hadn't helped. All she had to do was suck it up and face it head on with Ravenclaw logic and rational.

It was a kiss. People kissed all the time and the world didn't end.

It would have been much easier if she'd been a Gryffindor.

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oneandtwoand
2010-01-09 09:37 pm UTC (link)

He glanced down the street and noticed the Penny's familiar gait. Raising a hand in greeting, Orsino also picked up on the fact that she seemed uncomfortable and strangely insular. Her gaze was fixed on the ground before her and she was fiddling with her cardigan. Having something a of knack for reading body language, he thought that such a level of discomfort seemed a bit extreme. Especially considering this was Penny they were talking about.

Moving away from the wall, he met her halfway along the sidewalk.

"Hey," Orsino said, looking at her to try and figure out what the problem was. Had this really bothered her so much? "I hope you brought your appetite. I'm going to look like a pig if not."

	_penny 2010-01-11 10:46 pm UTC (link)
	Penny beamed at him, quickly before ducking her head. "I think that that pretty much sums it up. The erm, A plus B thing." He looked like a professor ; the steepling of the fingers had always been a weakness for her. A very big weakness. "You're agreeable to that equation?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	_penny 2010-01-11 10:57 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh tons," her mouth twisted slightly into a smirk "I'm a firm believer in both a theoretical and practical grounding in a subject. " Tucking her hair behind her ears, she mirrored his pose - having slight difficulty with making her eyebrow quirking as he had. "You ah - like homework?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	oneandtwoand 2010-01-12 03:37 am UTC (link)
	Orsino grinned a little wider, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back into the seat. The motion almost necessitated that he stretch his legs out, and he did so he felt his foot inadvertently brush against Penny's leg. He retracted his legs a ways and shifted in his seat. "Depends," Orsino said. "On the subject." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	oneandtwoand 2010-01-12 07:37 pm UTC (link)
	"He tries," Orsino amended. "Well actually he's quite good, but he has this tendency to set things ablaze, apparently." He drummed his fingers on the table, a repetetive thrumming on the wooden surface, resting his head on his other hand. It was relaxing, and he closed his eyes briefly before responding. "I'm glad you've thought this through, Professor." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)