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Oswin Oswald ([personal profile] souffle_girlek) wrote2015-01-14 08:06 pm

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Oswin has a routine. A routine is good - it keeps her from having to think too much, and right now, thinking too much is a problem.

Right now, in her routine, it's time to make tea.

Involved tea. The most elaborate, time-consuming tea making she can devise.

Bother.

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-15 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
"You're trying to shove me away in the hopes that it'll protect me from you, whom I don't need protection from," Autor retorts, stubbornly. "Is that right?"
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[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-15 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I know you want to protect me, as my friend," Autor starts, knowing he has to phrase his words very carefully, "but that's acting out of fear for me, and the hurt that I've given you. As your friend, I don't want you to live like that, and I want you to trust me to protect myself. I wouldn't be as insistent to see you if I didn't think you were worth seeing."

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-15 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
Autor jumps when he hears the sound of the door unlocking, and stands. The boy scoops up his tray if tea--now cold--and cookies up off the floor and opens the door.

He only pops his head in. "Oswin? Can I come in, please?"
herr_bookman: (fall)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-15 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
Autor swallows nervously. Now that he's here, he has no idea what to do. And that's not an answer that gives him anything definitive.

He takes it as a good sign that she's opened the door for him, and enters the room fully. By habit, he glances around for the kitten first.

"I brought tea and cookies."
herr_bookman: (fall)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-15 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks," Autor says, setting the lebkuchen tray on the counter next to the non-existent pile. He picks up two cookies, and carries one to her. "They're my mother's recipe."

He nibbles on his own cookie, holding hers out to her when he reaches the couch. "Oswin, do you want to do something? Some sort of... bonding activity... together?"
herr_bookman: (rawr!)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-15 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
"What? W-What? No, it's not--it's n-nothing like that," he stammers, holding his hands up. He retreats to his natural pedantry. "A bond, noun, is a debt investment in which an investor loans money to a government or entity for a set period of time. A bond, noun, is a physical restraint intended to hold someone prisoner, like a chain. A bond, noun, is a strong feeling of attraction between chemicals. And to bond, verb is to join securely to something else, usually by means of adhesive."

He draws a quick breath, and then flails. "To bond, verb, and the one I mean, is a common force uniting people. So, um, all that said... do you want to play a game or something?"

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-15 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I love my sheep," Autor says, still pleased with it. "And I'm getting better with the Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing game, too. That stupid lobster almost gets me every time, though. Also, the guides you've brought up have really helped."

He curls up on the floor near the couch, wrapping his arms around his knees. "What is Oregon Trail?"

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-15 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Wait, so it's actually based on the historical pioneers? Neat," Autor says, watching her go through the first couple of menus.

"Learn more about these differences," Autor murmurs to himself. "Wait, why would anyone want to be anything but a banker?"

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-15 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Ooh, we have a party," Autor says, eyes sparkling. "Do you mind if I name them?"

When Oswin nods, he rattles off, "Autor, Oswin, Erna, Clara, and Rae, please. If you don't mind. And I think we should leave in April, so there's plenty of grass."
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[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-15 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
Autor grins back, his shoulders loosening. "Ready."

His cheer doesn't last long. "Wait, what? What?" Autor says, sitting up straight. "Why are you shooting those poor animals? ... And you only carried a hundred pounds back? Out of a thousand? Why didn't you come back for the other nine hundred pounds of meat? What a waste!"

He settles down, but only for a moment.

"Oswin has cholera," he reads, and then gasps, horrified. "Oh, oh no! You can't have cholera! That'll kill you! This game is terrible!"

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-15 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
Autor sniffs. "I will improve my abilities with firearms when I see the need. And that poor bunny. It wasn't even a demon bunny."

The boy settles once more, wrapping his arms around his legs. "Oh, good another river. This one's only 3.8 feet deep, Oswin. You should caulk it all up."
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[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-15 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Wait, what?" the boy says, blinking at her. "Oh. Ohh. That... That's, um..." He swallows, his face taking on a color to match her shirt. "Fording the river. Would be a good idea. Right now. Yes."
herr_bookman: (rawr!)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2015-01-15 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
The boy chokes. He sets his teeth, seething and blushing. "What! I- I can't be n-naked with four women, no matter how good of friends we are, and--I d-demand a loincloth. In one of our supply packages, I just so happened to find a l-loincloth. And Erna can s-sew, so she makes clothes from all the squirrels whose meat we're not carrying back. So there. No one is naked."

Autor pinches the bridge of his nose. "Clara is lost! Lose five days! She is seven! Who let her wander away from the wagon? She must have been starving when we found her again."

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