third floor common room - monday after classes - 12/08

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From the depths of his esoteric chamber crept the Thropp, his uneven gait a suiting punishment for the variety of unnameable and unknowable components which weighted his arms. Like a toll of doom, his shadow slipped sinuously over the counter, the oventop, yes, even the refrigerator as he entered the corner of the common room feared by many and bested by some few, brave souls such as he.

For hours did he toil at this task, sifting and stirring and beating, aye, beating the dough as a man possessed! The cauldron beside him bubbled with exotic potency to bewitch the nose and conjure forth the denizens of this strange architecture. And when his work was complete, the great flaming womb of darkness opened and it's fruit pulled forth, only then did he proclaim his triumph!

"Fresh bread and soup if anyone'd like," he said as he took his portion and retired to a corner of the common room to work out a bit of homework.

[open! *can't stop giggling*]

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[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

Penelope found herself wandering down the hallway from her room because she smelled something wonderful. Looking towards the kitchen when she first walked in, she didn't notice Liir in the corner, so she proceeded to help herself to a cup of soup.

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Liir didn't notice her yet, as he was very intently staring at something in his notebook, but neither did he disappear and he would be rather obvious to spot if or when she turned from the soup to get a piece of the fresh baked bread.

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She did turn to get a piece of the fresh bread because it looked too delicious to ignore. And she did spot him.

Penelope froze.

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There is something to stillness, or perhaps to the emotions that come with it, that made it hard for Liir to miss it even entrenched in his work as he was. As such, his head went up, and as such, he gave Penelope a faint, warm smile.

"You're welcome to as much as you'd like," he told her with a tip of his head, "and how have you been? It seems like ages since I saw you last."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

He made it. He made it and she just took it without asking because she assumed it was there for everyone and how was she? Did he completely ignore the gesture behind the flowers she sent him?

Of course he did! It was so stupid of her! Stupidstupidstupid. Not to mention three weeks ago now.

She took a moment to swallow what was in her mouth before she carefully set her bowl down. "I didn't know it was yours."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He blinked.

"It's not mine; I just made it for anyone who-- is the seasoning off?"

He'd done something wrong somehow and he was more than a little lost as to what it was or when he'd done it.

"Is something the matter, Penelope? Did I do something?"

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Well it was back to normal. His glimpse of what it was like to be human had been a lot of fun. Except for the bruising and crashing and scraping and pain. But that was all gone now.

He did miss being larger.

"Hi Liir." Robin said when he came in. "How was your weekend?"

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"Hi Penelope." Robin waved from his perch on the back of a chair. "You missed it, I was human this weekend."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Well enough," he admitted.

Thankfully, his adopted dogfish had chosen to remain a dogfish and as such, his weekend had been relatively quiet.

"Quiet. I've started working on something and it keeps me in sometimes. Yourself? How've you been?"

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"No, it's... fine," she murmured.

Then she started backing towards the door.

"No. No. I just remembered... there's this... something and I..." she closed her mouth, feeling like an idiot.

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He didn't move, not an inch.

"It's something," he knew, "I did something. Or I didn't do something. Or I should have gone to see you; I haven't heard pip nor pop from you for over a month. I'm sorry? Is there something I can do to make it up? Are you all right?"

Worry fought with guilt and confusion across his features, proving how unwise a two-fronted war could be.

"I can go," and that came out quickly as he started putting together his things, "You stay, enjoy the food, and I'll go."

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"What?" She asked, befuddled as she stopped moving, staring at him. "But... but I sent you... I mean I was thinking of you and I..." A month? "A month?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"The last I saw you was after the trip," he said, then corrected himself.

"Well, other than class, but I try not to chatter."

Wait, she'd said--

"You sent me something?"

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If he didn't know, then there was no need to bring it up and humiliate herself further.

"No... nevermind. It's... nothing. I'm sorry I bothered you, if I did. Forgive me," she whispered the last and continued toward the door.

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He didn't sigh because she might think he was put upon, but he did get up and go after her.

"It's not nothing if you're upset. And you didn't bother me. You're concerning me. And if you meant it literally, I won't forgive you because there's nothing to forgive. Penelope, please? All I am is lost right now. I'm... I'm not very good at this, at having friends or any of it, so if I missed something or forgot something or did something or didn't so something, please tell me. I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear."

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She bit her lip, stared up at him with big brown eyes. How could he have not gotten them? They were delivered to the dorms.

"I... I... sent you flowers."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

His mun didn't see the delivery? He'd probably assumed they were for someone else, or misdelivered for Evie though she'd moved out months ago. He didn't usually think of himself as the kind to get flowers.

"Oh. Well. Um. I'm sure they were lovely. And the thought certainly is."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't matter," she whispered, looking away from him. "They were just flowers (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/3344947.html#cutid2). I'm sorry. It was a silly gesture," she adding, cheeks flaming.

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"It matters very much," he said with a shake of his head.

"No one's ever given me flowers before, after all. I'm sorry I didn't get them."

He reached out a hand to her.

"Can you forgive me?"

[same here? thanks for the link!]

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

Penelope still wouldn't look up at him.

"I think I've learned girls don't give boys flowers except for a dance," she said, her voice not a whisper, but something just above.

She peeked through her lashes at his hand, feeling entirely vulnerable, and very much humiliated. She would go to bed feeling this way. And because of these emotions, she was afraid to take his hand.

"It was my fault. You've done nothing to warrant my forgiveness."

[Hee! NP!]

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"You've done nothing but give me a gift. That doesn't warrant my forgiveness either.

"But I would ask for one more thing from you, if you didn't mind too much."

[wantstodirect]

Tony followed his nose upstairs and helped himself to bread and soup. "Did you make this?" he asked Liir.

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"I'm almost surprised people ask anymore," he said with a brief smile.

"Yes. A few minutes ago. You're welcome to as much as you'd like."

He leaned back in his seat.

"How are you, Tony? How goes things?"

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"Yes?" she asked, staring down at her small, heeled shoes.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Can you tell me how to make it better?"

He leaned down to look up at her, which put him practically on his knees.

"I don't want you upset because of me. No matter who's fault it is."