Simon will just LIVE in this booth forever. (magienoir) wrote in yegods, @ 2012-08-11 10:58:00 |
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WHO Mickey Samuels & Simon Renaud
WHERE Simon's Apartment
WHEN August 10th, 2012, Evening
RATING PG
SUMMARY Mini-log: It's time to teach Mickey a spell!
STATUS Incomplete
It's been about a week. Daisuke hasn't tried to contact him once. Simon is holding out hope that maybe - just maybe - he'll change his mind and listen, but that hope is now at the point where it's quickly slipping away. Point in case, earlier today, he went by Daisuke's to drop off some of Mandarine's things: her catnip toys, her extra food bowls, some cans of cat food, her favorite peacock feather... He was going to try to knock. He really was. He knew Daisuke would be home by that time, but sitting outside the door was another box, which contained everything (as far as he could tell) that he had left there. It burned. It burned a lot, and rather than lose it in the hallway, or face Daisuke's cold eyes, he just quietly switched out the boxes and left.
So he's feeling pretty down right now as he sits on the couch, listlessly watching CNN. He'd watch the Olympics, except they remind him of Daisuke. Even his favorite movies have become painful reminders, so no Adventures of Felix to distract him with tonight. He hasn't even felt like writing or playing music all week. His one attempt to pull was so severely depressing, he came home with a bloody lip from it. He doesn't really feel like doing anything except studying magic, drinking, and sleeping. On the coffee table before him is a carton of half-eaten kung-pao chicken. Beside him is a half-finished bottle of French vodka - definitely room temperature at this point - which he loosely cradles in one arm.
He thinks he might be too buzzed to go and study right now, though he feels pretty useless just sitting here. His attention drifts, though, and he finds himself staring into space - a space which is soon filled with one of his unofficial roommates. "Mickey," he says, blinking back to life. He wonders if she was there all along, doing her skulking thing, or if she just arrived.