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Jul 26, 2010 1:34:17 GMT -5
Post by Waddle on Jul 26, 2010 1:34:17 GMT -5
Snake indeed, a sly one at that, Owen thought as Tomo smoothly changed the subject. I might be happy and go-lucky, but I sure ain't stupid. He paused on that opinion. Well, maybe not that stupid. I do have my moments. He remembered that one of his nurse friends had called them 'blond moments', and that had obviously amused the others who had overheard. Owen sighed. He needed a handbook or something to all the local slang and sayings that everyone but himself seemed to know. Every time he turned around, someone said something that everyone else understood, but he didn't. Or he said something that he understood, and anyone from Australia would have, but no one here did. However, it was but a small setback. He just had to remind himself to laugh if the others did and try to keep his mouth shut a lot. Which was hard. He liked to talk and joke.
A sudden shattering noise caused him to start and look about wildly, quickly getting to his feet. Oh crap. Tomo had just thrown a rock into the window. Stop having blond moments, Owen! "Oi! What was that for?" he called to Tomo while jogging over. He stopped beside the man and put his hands in his pockets to access the damage. "Very nice work, mate," he muttered, nodding slowly. "Very nice work indeed." He grinned toothily at Tomo. No one lived in the place. A little wreckage wasn't going to hurt anything.
"But yer goin' the wrong direction, fella. The place is across the next street that'er way." He gestured opposite the way Tomo had been walking. He started walking backwards, speaking and gesturing with his hands. "It's a small place, rather like a square," he made a box in the air with his index fingers, "but it's comfy, I guess, not really, actually. You can take the bed here," he poked a finger through his imaginary air diagram near the top left, "and I can take the couch here." The finger moved down to the opposite corner. "The bathroom's here.. And the kitchen's here.. And the living room's here.. It ain't much, honestly, but I got what I paid for, ain't got much money to spare, workin' at the Clinic an' all, but it ain't that bad, honestly."
He paused to take a breath and continued his non-stop chatter. "I need to stop babbling, prolly, but ya know how you get when you drink too much coffee, don't ya? I think I need to lay off the coffee, I honestly do, but ya see, I was gonna have to stay the night shift, but I persuaded Page to let me off at seven at the last second, either way, I had a lota coffee to prepare for the night shift right before he told me I could get off." He nodded emphatically right before his foot caught on something and he stumbled back with a shouted curse, arms flailing wildly. He fell on his rump and stared ruefully up at Tomo. "Happens everything stinkin' time..."
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Jul 29, 2010 19:04:53 GMT -5
Post by Mothtoto. on Jul 29, 2010 19:04:53 GMT -5
Tomo shrugged as the doctor came up to him. He honestly didn't know why he threw a rock at the window, all he saw was himself. Maybe it's because I'm becoming my father," he thought in horror. It was a terrible proposition. He was his father's image, yes. He always had been. He didn't mind that part, seeing as he wasn't to hard on the eyes, to be honest. But, if he was gaining more and more of his father's personality... He shuddered at the thought of becoming exactly like his father: A filthy rich tycoon who cheats on his wife, and spends more time with his business partners than his own child. I guess I shouldn't worry about that too much, since I don't have a job, a wife, or a child.
He blinked rapidly at the doctors praise. It felt good. He didn't get to bask in too long, though. Soon the doctor was telling him he was going in the wrong direction. Quickly whirling around, he lost his balance and just barely found it in time. If he had fallen, it would've been the second time that day. "Yeah, I knew that..." he muttered uncertainly. He nodded and headed in the direction Owen pointed to. He stuck his hands in his back pockets, not really listening to what the other man was saying. He watched the ground seeing the occasional crack in the sidewalk. That was where he would be if he was in his Talisman form, but he rarely transformed, especially in front of other people.
He looked up when Owen paused, thinking maybe he was asked a question. Am I supposed to say something here..? he didn't know, so he just nodded matter-of-factly. He made sure to listen this time, not wanting to be confused again. Plus, he might pick up something important weaved in the other man's words. As Owen rambled on and on about coffee and getting off work, all that popped into Tomo's mind was that Owen's teeth were awfully white for drinking so much coffee. He probably has really good toothpaste from Australia or something, he thought, and made a mental note to try it out.
Tomo let out a sigh of relief when the doctor stopped talking and smiled down at the ground. He didn't notice that Owen fell into he appeared at his feet, since he was still looking at the ground. "Hullo! When did you get there, Owen?" he asked, his smile widening. He held out his hand for the other man to grab. "Well, maybe, but this is just my reasoning, you should walk facing forwards."
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Jul 30, 2010 23:46:28 GMT -5
Post by Waddle on Jul 30, 2010 23:46:28 GMT -5
"Oh, just a itty bitty second ago," Owen replied, grinning again. He took the offered and and helped himself up, trying to not pull too much in case he strained Tomo's injury. He wasn't about to go insisting that Tomo shouldn't do anything, because it was obvious that the man wouldn't take well to doing nothing. He just couldn't do too much with the arm. "What's the fun of walkin' forward?" Owen complained, rather like a small child/ "You gotta take risks in life ta' have any fun!" Looking around, he noticed they were stopped right outside his apartment complex. "Oh, this is the place," he said distractedly as he jogged up to the door. He opened it for Tomo to go through, then followed.
"Oi! Ruben! Wake up, you old bludger!" The desk man jerked awake and blinked wearily at them. Owen continued to walk as he explained, "Tomo here's a friend, he'll be stayin' with me." He patted the hatted head as he passed. "And drink some coffee." He didn't notice Rubin give Tomo a pained look and shake his head. "Watch yourself with him," Rubin warned. "Don't let him have too much coffee." The desk man slouched back in his chair and pulled his hat back over his eyes. Owen was already taking the stairs two at a time. His apartment was on the first floor, and when he got to the top, he turned and called back down to Tomo. "Figure one flight of stairs shouldn't kill ya, mate!" Reaching inside a pocket, he pulled out a wad of paper he had crumbled up earlier in the day and had stuck into it. He threw it down to the floor below, hitting Rubin on the head, then ran down the hallway laughing as the desk man's curses rose to meet him. He jogged and circle and came back to crouch at the top of the stairs, out of Rubin's sight but still there to watch Tomo come up and make sure he was alright.
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Aug 1, 2010 23:35:01 GMT -5
Post by Mothtoto. on Aug 1, 2010 23:35:01 GMT -5
Owen gripped his hand, but he didn't exactly let Tomo help him. Better let him be too cautious than too careless, Tomo reckoned. He let his hand hang down at his side when they both standing again then said, "See where having fun got me." He looked at the other man and pointed to the wound on his chest. After giving him a mischievous smile, he turned around to face the building they were standing in front of. Frowning as he examined it, he decided it looked alright. "Not too shabby..." he said as he walked through the door.
He scanned the spacious lobby. It had a fireplace for cold nights, a few couches and sofas, and an older man at desk with a hat pulled over his eyes. As he walked past the man, he noticed he was snoring quietly. He smiled and shook his head in amusement, but kept walking. Here that? his inner voice asked him. He considers you a friend. If it could, the voice would probably be smiling and winking at him. But his attention was drawn quickly back to the man, Rubin was what he was called. Tomo turned around to face the front desk, and said, "I don't think I have any control over him, honestly, Sir." Chuckling to himself, he headed for the small set of stairs, but stopped at the foot to see what Owen was up to. Turns out he was throwing a paper ball at Rubin. He watched it soar overhead, and winced when it hit the pain. It was like setting off a bomb, but instead of ending in a fiery explosion of fire and smoke, it ended in a series of violent cussing.
He laughed loudly for a minute, but decided it would be best not to stay to see the aftermath, so he jogged up the stairs two at a time. Tomo reached the top in no time at all, since he was still pretty fit even though his clothes were a bit bigger and his muscles a little less defined. Being fit, he was only a little out of breath when he stood beside the smiling Owen. "Ya know, the poor bastard told me to watch myself with you. What was that all about?" he asked, waiting for Owen to lead the way to his apartment.
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Aug 2, 2010 1:13:18 GMT -5
Post by Waddle on Aug 2, 2010 1:13:18 GMT -5
Owen watched Tomo and was glad to see that the man wasn't winded when he reached the top. Looking up from his crouching position, he pulled an innocent face and whimpered, "I honestly have no idea..." Standing quickly, he turned and headed to his apartment, only four doors down on the right. He opened it, having forgotten to lock it earlier that morning, and stepped inside, leaving it open for Tomo. It was like he described, small, wood floors, and cozy. It had a kind of older cottage house feel to it, wooden walls with natural-looking flaws and the floorboards looking old and rough but not feeling that way, with brown or tan furniture and the such. He had gotten this one because of the way it had been decorated. He liked old western kind of things, having grown up with them.
Picking up the remote to the TV, he turned it on and threw it on the couch for Tomo in case he wanted to sit down and watch something while headed to the kitchen. "Make yourself at home, and welcome to Hotel California." He paused mid-step, confused by what he'd just said, completely forgetting what he had meant to do. "Why did I just say that? And what the hell is California?" he asked Tomo. "It's a song I heard on the radio at the clinic, and- well- what the hell is California?" He hadn't the slightest clue, and felt more than stupid. The word rang a bell in the back of his mind, but he couldn't place it. "Some sort of... cauliflower?" He hopped up on the back of the couch opposite the remote and laid back so that his head was in the seat and he stared upside-down at Tomo curiously, swinging his legs. Now that song was stuck in his head, even though he could only remember two or three lines. Mainly, he admitted to himself, because it was by The Eagles. His interest had piqued at hearing that, having been fascinated all his life with birds and flying and delighted to find out he could, himself, fly. Though the connection from birds to a band was hard to make, it had made itself and refused to come undone.
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