RPG - Jas and Alejandro

[timbits_tootsie]

Jaspre nods and leaves the bed to undress, turning his back to him as usual when he pulls off his clothes and puts on the warm, dark pajamas pants that he wears to bed. They turn off the lanterns and crawl into bed, pulling the blankets close to keep warm.

“Good night.”

(Are you the sort of person that names your things? :3)

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[antonnachzehrer]

"Goodnight."

He falls asleep dreaming of warmth and orange eyes, and healing the sadness that he finds there.

{Kind of? I name them, but then I don't call them by their names. My laptop is Willow and my iPod is Roy.}

[timbits_tootsie]

They wake together in the morning, get dressed and go to eat breakfast, but conversation is sparse, partly because they both have a lot ahead of them today, partly because Jaspre is withdrawn and quiet. Immediately after they part ways with a vague promise of meeting up for lunch later. He spends the morning setting up stands and benches, securing things and helping to make sure that everyone stays warm and hydrated.

(Oh, I call them by their names too. The laptop is Touda, like I mentioned, the IPod is Aeron, my voice recorder is Crowley and my Wii is Grimm :P Is it named Roy after a certain Roy Mustang?)

[antonnachzehrer]

Alejandro spends the first part of the morning practicing with Aliona, grateful for the way it heats him up. Afterwards he eats lunch and then goes to his caravan to rest before the big night.

Things start setting up early to avoid the cold that is sure to come with night, and by sunset, the grounds are open. Monster slowly start filtering in, and while there are no games tonight, food vendors wander around the big top, calling out there wares. Soon, the tent is packed, monsters spilling into the entrances and squished into the seats, eager for the one night only show.

{PFT, NO. >>;}

[timbits_tootsie]

Jaspre scans the crowd for Sullivan, but sees him nowhere even with his vibrant hair colour- there are just too many monsters present tonight. He stands by one of the tent poles, a little to the side of the stands, and Absinthia sits perched on his shoulders to get a good view of the stage over the heads of everyone else. As much as he would like to be excited when Rainier welcomes the spectators, he cannot when there is a thick lump in his throat and something uneasy coiling in his stomach.

(Was that a sarcastic NO or what? XD. Making dinner?)