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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Mar 19, 2010 23:31:57 GMT -5
Kristopher chuckled a little at Abel's words, however he was far from flattered. He heard pick up lines before and compliments he was getting used too now. "Thank you, I suppose. I must admit, I stick out like a swore thumb in this world. Being so pale and all with hair like mine." He put a few things away then and opened the door.
"Well, best head back before it rains or such." The blond reached up behind him, tugged his curled hair free to rest about his shoulders and grabbed a light jacket from a near by hook that was in the hallway. Putting it on, he buttoned it and started towards the exit with Abel.
Even though it was getting warm, Kristopher still wore a jacket when it got dark. The nights were cold and Kristopher did not want to get ill. Even though he was once again forming his normal cough, which soon sounded through his throat. However if Abel got concerned Kristopher would just wave away the concern.
He didn't want anyone to pity him or even be concerned anymore.
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Post by Abel Cunningham on Mar 20, 2010 13:42:08 GMT -5
Abel noted Doc Robert's chuckle, and responded with a grin of his own. "You think I'm joking, but this place ain't quite the view I'm used to. Me mistress isn't from here. She lives in an area a wee bit more . . . shall we say, lively? No less dangerous, mind, but the wildlife and the plants at least look pretty while eating you. Heh."
"Thank you, I suppose. I must admit, I stick out like a swore thumb in this world. Being so pale and all with hair like mine."
"Aye," replied Abel, "you do stand out. But, it ain't a bad thing, I don't think. The pale and blonde make you look a little like a light amongst all this doom and gloom. And, don't mistake that for another pick up line, Doc. It's just the truth. This part o' the world could use a few more lights."
"Well, best head back before it rains or such."
"Agreed." Abel followed Doctor Roberts out the door, giving one of the nurses a wink on the way out as she watched them leave together. It would giver her something to talk to the others about, even if how she interpreted it wasn't quite what had actually happened. Not that Able didn't try.
Abel noticed Doctor Roberts' cough, but didn't think much of it. After all, they weren't exactly uncommon things. However, out of sheer courtesy, he did say, "I do hope you're not comin' down with somethin', Doc. These are not good environs to be recoverin' from a cold."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Mar 20, 2010 14:15:24 GMT -5
"you do stand out. But, it ain't a bad thing, I don't think. The pale and blonde make you look a little like a light amongst all this doom and gloom. And, don't mistake that for another pick up line, Doc. It's just the truth. This part o' the world could use a few more lights."
"Perhaps, but standing out isn't such a good thing, I try to blend in if possible." He stated simply even though it was far from easy to blend in, in this kind of place. Kristopher ought to know, he's tired to blend in for a good deal of his life and failed. However, it never really got to him much.
"I do hope you're not comin' down with somethin', Doc. These are not good environs to be recoverin' from a cold."
Kristopher smiled once again, "You sound much like Davingoun. He would tell me the same thing if I started to cough a lung out. But this is normal for me. So no worries." Yes, very normal. Kristopher never fully recovered from any type of illness. But now that he really thought about it, Davingoun wouldn't say such things to him anymore.
He supposed there was a price for everything.
Kristopher place his hands into his pockets then, trying to get other things out of his mind now. "Perhaps a drink might be good..." He muttered to himself softly.
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Post by Abel Cunningham on Mar 20, 2010 15:15:35 GMT -5
"You sound much like Davingoun. He would tell me the same thing if I started to cough a lung out. But this is normal for me. So no worries."
Abel raised an eyebrow at his companion. "Davingoun? This bloke someone I should know about?" Abel suspected who it might be. After all, the guy who dumped Doc Roberts had to have a name, right? However, he didn't want to jump to conclusions.
"Perhaps a drink might be good..."
It was spoken softly, but it was about drinking, so the Irishman heard it. With a massive grin on his face, Abel said, "So, you reconsidering that drink, are ya? Haha! Well, I'm game if you are. Though, regardless . . ." Abel pulled out a flask from his jacket, opened it, and handed it to Doc Roberts. "It's not as good as whiskey, this wonderjuice stuff, but it'll keep ya warm. Should help with that cough o' yours, too. At least for a bit."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Mar 20, 2010 15:27:36 GMT -5
"Davingoun? This bloke someone I should know about?"
Kristopher turned his gaze to Abel, he blinked a few times as he looked up at the taller man. Then, slowly as if considering the options, Kristopher shook his head. "Oh, he's no one important, just my ex-fia--boyfriend. I'm sure you will run into him. He pretty much is the jack-of-all-trades here and watch maker on the side. However, he is a harmless Frenchmen." Kris then waved away all concern about his ex for the time being.
"So, you reconsidering that drink, are ya? Haha! Well, I'm game if you are. Though, regardless . . .It's not as good as whiskey, this wonderjuice stuff, but it'll keep ya warm. Should help with that cough o' yours, too. At least for a bit."
Once again the blond smiled lightly and looked up into the dark sky. "Mmm, I suppose I am." He then turned towards Abel a second time and took the little flask in his pale hands. Staring at it for a moment he then brought it to his lips and took a reasonable drink from it before handing it back to Abel. "Thanks, it's different. I'm use to drinking other things but it taste just as good."
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Post by Abel Cunningham on Mar 20, 2010 16:13:10 GMT -5
"Oh, he's no one important, just my ex-fia--boyfriend. I'm sure you will run into him. He pretty much is the jack-of-all-trades here and watch maker on the side. However, he is a harmless Frenchmen."
So Abel had been right. It was the guy who dumped him. Well, good to know. Abel made a note of his name. Might come in handy later. Also, there was something else Doc Roberts said. The guy was a watchmaker? Interesting. Abel hadn't found many people like that in Wonderland. He, himself, was a little bit of a craftsman. "Harmless Frenchmen? In my experience, there isn't any other kind. Hehheh. Though, I must say, I don't see many other craftsmen around here."
"Thanks, it's different. I'm use to drinking other things but it taste just as good."
"Oh? What are you used to drinking? Maybe we could experiment, and see what's better." And there it was again. The thought that maybe this night would be salvageable, yet.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Mar 20, 2010 23:35:28 GMT -5
"Yeah, there isn't very many craftsmen in this area. Most don't survive long enough to learn. Sadly, I am not any good at any craft other then bone mending. I think that's the biggest reason the Boogies haven't turned me into a meal yet. However, it's not like they would get very much meat off my bones." The blond laughed a little at that and then shrugged his shoulders.
What did he normally drink? Mostly water and juice. But if he was with Augusta, they would have some kind of sweet drink, or wine of some sort that Augusta was able to steal, trade, or buy. "Oh its fine. I just drank wine and juice is all. Very rarely did I have anything like Vodka. That usually got me drunk pretty fast. So I avoid it usually." He tilted his pale head to the side then as they came upon the stairs of the palace.
Kristopher started up it at his own easy pace, coughing here and there. Clearing his throat once. "But a change is always nice. Thank you for sharing your flask with me. It did warm me up." The blond suddenly felt like talking a little bit more then he has as of late. He wasn't sure why. Maybe because this was the first person he actually talked too since Augusta left him so suddenly.
"So what about you? What do you drink or like to do?" Kristopher inquired.
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Post by Abel Cunningham on Mar 21, 2010 0:13:28 GMT -5
"But a change is always nice. Thank you for sharing your flask with me. It did warm me up."
Abel smiled brightly at Doc Roberts, "Not a problem. Always glad ta share a drink with a new friend. Especially when he seems like he could use one."
"So what about you? What do you drink or like to do?"
As they ascended the stairs, Abel's head tilted up to consider the blonde's question. "Hmm. Me? I like fine Irish whiskey. That's me favorite. O' course, you don't come by that here in Wonderland. So, I make do with that stuff," he said, gesturing to the flask. "I call it Wonderjuice. 'Cause that's what it tastes like. Juice. Though, it does have a wondrous effect on you. Haha! Just not the same as a good Irish whiskey, though." Abel paused for a moment, thinking back on his days in Ireland. It was a short moment, though, and his attention was back on the Doc. "As for what I like to do, I'm a wee bit o' a craftsman, meself, as I've mentioned. I enjoy taking odds and ends, stringin' them together, bendin' them this way and that, until the look like somethin' someone would wanna wear. Me mistress like me little talent. I think that's the main reason she keeps me around. Sure as hell ain't because I'm the most respectful or obedient."
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