Hurp derp backdated liek whoa
WHO: Bruno and Duck (and possibly Fakir?)
WHERE: That bakery Fakir worked at until fairly recently.
WHEN: F-friday the 3rd orz. Sometime after Duck gets done de-spelling Fakir.
WARNINGS: Gay robots???
SUMMARY: Bruno has been pining for the fjords ever since Fakir started shunning him last week and drowns his sorrows in baked confections. Then Princess Tutu appears.
FORMAT: ParaIcan'tthinkofanythingclever.
Bruno sat in the same place he'd sat for the greater part of the past week: at a table in the Sunshine bakery. He'd already been told days ago that Fakir wasn't working here anymore, that he'd left for now to focus on school, but Fakir wasn't answering his phone or his comm and Bruno didn't know where else to go. Sometimes he brought his laptop and half-heartedly worked on his part of the D-Wheel plans, but most of the time he just sat around miserably eating pastries and wondering what he did wrong that Fakir was avoiding him.
Had he done something to make Fakir unhappy without realizing it? He hated that thought. He was supposed to make Fakir happy. He was supposed to take care of him and protect him and keep him close and... and all this time away from him felt so melancholy and wasted. That was how this was supposed to work, right?
... Wasn't it? That was the other thing he wanted desperately to talk to Fakir about. Over this past week week he had come to notice, very slowly, that everything else and everyone else in his day-to-day life had started to seem... unimportant. He didn't like it -- how could he think that about people like Ruka and Franziska and... and Yuusei? It was all getting muddled to him, and since he didn't remember ever having been in a... relationship like this before, he wasn't sure if it was normal. And he didn't know who else to ask.
So here he was today too, staring dejectedly into his coffee, sitting at the same table that he and Fakir had first really talked at, waiting to see if today finally he would answer one of the numerous messages Bruno had sent him.
WHERE: That bakery Fakir worked at until fairly recently.
WHEN: F-friday the 3rd orz. Sometime after Duck gets done de-spelling Fakir.
WARNINGS: Gay robots???
SUMMARY: Bruno has been pining for the fjords ever since Fakir started shunning him last week and drowns his sorrows in baked confections. Then Princess Tutu appears.
FORMAT: ParaIcan'tthinkofanythingclever.
Bruno sat in the same place he'd sat for the greater part of the past week: at a table in the Sunshine bakery. He'd already been told days ago that Fakir wasn't working here anymore, that he'd left for now to focus on school, but Fakir wasn't answering his phone or his comm and Bruno didn't know where else to go. Sometimes he brought his laptop and half-heartedly worked on his part of the D-Wheel plans, but most of the time he just sat around miserably eating pastries and wondering what he did wrong that Fakir was avoiding him.
Had he done something to make Fakir unhappy without realizing it? He hated that thought. He was supposed to make Fakir happy. He was supposed to take care of him and protect him and keep him close and... and all this time away from him felt so melancholy and wasted. That was how this was supposed to work, right?
... Wasn't it? That was the other thing he wanted desperately to talk to Fakir about. Over this past week week he had come to notice, very slowly, that everything else and everyone else in his day-to-day life had started to seem... unimportant. He didn't like it -- how could he think that about people like Ruka and Franziska and... and Yuusei? It was all getting muddled to him, and since he didn't remember ever having been in a... relationship like this before, he wasn't sure if it was normal. And he didn't know who else to ask.
So here he was today too, staring dejectedly into his coffee, sitting at the same table that he and Fakir had first really talked at, waiting to see if today finally he would answer one of the numerous messages Bruno had sent him.