Oot and Aboot
Who: Bod, of course. And Clarice
Where: The Cafe
When: Mmmm... Wednesday sounds good.
What: ...who... really knows?
Status: Incomplete, Plot!, random
It was late mid-morning when the door to the bakery burst open, and Bod strode into the room. "CLARICE!!" he called. "Where are you, my lavender sugar-plum? My shy violet? My pert and perky purple crayon?"
Clarice was down behind the counter when Bod burst in, and she jumped and nearly bashed her head when he shouted. Her head popped up over the edge of the counter and she stared. "M-mr. Bod..? Are you - I mean, hello - are you... okay?" Was this the same boy who'd jumped to scold Dean for giving her a nickname from her skin color?
He turned, a strange, wild look in his eyes. "THERE you are!" he exclaimed, his long strides devouring the distance between them. "Too much time has passed since last we spoke, my lilac, my plum blossom." He stopped, knelt beside the edge of the counter, and said, his voice low and throbbing with emotion, "Not since that fateful night when you came to me in my hotel room, to comfort me in my solitude."
Clarice blinked at him over the countertop. His words made sense, but at the same time they made no sense at all. "It - um, it has been a little while... How have you been?"
Where: The Cafe
When: Mmmm... Wednesday sounds good.
What: ...who... really knows?
Status: Incomplete, Plot!, random
It was late mid-morning when the door to the bakery burst open, and Bod strode into the room. "CLARICE!!" he called. "Where are you, my lavender sugar-plum? My shy violet? My pert and perky purple crayon?"
Clarice was down behind the counter when Bod burst in, and she jumped and nearly bashed her head when he shouted. Her head popped up over the edge of the counter and she stared. "M-mr. Bod..? Are you - I mean, hello - are you... okay?" Was this the same boy who'd jumped to scold Dean for giving her a nickname from her skin color?
He turned, a strange, wild look in his eyes. "THERE you are!" he exclaimed, his long strides devouring the distance between them. "Too much time has passed since last we spoke, my lilac, my plum blossom." He stopped, knelt beside the edge of the counter, and said, his voice low and throbbing with emotion, "Not since that fateful night when you came to me in my hotel room, to comfort me in my solitude."
Clarice blinked at him over the countertop. His words made sense, but at the same time they made no sense at all. "It - um, it has been a little while... How have you been?"