tampered | [Log status

When; Cake Day! Afternoon.
Rating; G
Characters; Joshua and Eve Brea
Summary; Joshua shares his cake to a greatful Eve.
Log;

Pacing an invisible line with Rock, her small stuffed companion, just outside the grandiose opera theatre, Eve listened to the soft echo of her footfalls along the stone path. With her teddy bear there to keep her company the youngster smiled, surveying her surroundings for approximately the fifteenth time in the last several moments, big blue perceptive eyes picking out passers by to analyze their reactions to her presence.

Cocking her head, the young blonde listened hazily to a pair of older women as they bickered. Worked up over a Shakespearean quote, arguing over ‘flicking a thumb at someone’, they passed by Eve without a single flicker of awareness. She sighed happily. Strange quotes really didn’t matter when there was a friend on the way, and cake. Yes; yummy, crazy, colorful cake.

“Do you think Joshua come?” She whispered, knowing somehow, Rock who was carefully tucked under Eve’s arm, would hear and respond. The bear took on Eve’s more nervous persona. The girl petted her friends head.

“Of course Joshua will like you - He’s nice!” She stated, hopeful. It was then her eyes flickered towards a break in a small crowd at a strange but kind looking man, who’s face was quite different than any she’d seen before. She wondered if it was indeed Joshua.

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If she meant the big guy -- really big guy -- who was trying to half hide behind his hair while he looked around for someone who might be Eve, yep, that'd be Joshua.

He had the cake in a battered cardboard box under one arm, and was watching the passersby with a cautious, but curious gaze, his breath coming in soft, excited pants.

He was outside. Around people, who weren't running and screaming and freaking out. Outside.

He was thinking he rather liked this city.

"Eve?" He sniffed a little at the air. "Is someone -- Eve?"

The voice from somewhere behind her made her reconsider her original choice. There were so many people in this place it was hard to tell. But she had definitely heard her name, and it wasn’t being said by a person to the front of her. Turning on a heel, Eve took Rock from his comfy place and held his hand, letting the stuffed bear dangle from her own hand.

“I’m Eve.” She mumbled shyly, eyes finally resting on the origins of the voice, someone closer to her than she had expected. Was he shy too? She stilled her own urge to run and seek Melissa, but Melissa was busy, Melissa might not let her play with Joshua. Instead she held up her bear sheepishly.

“This… This is Rock.”

Joshua grinned behind his hair, keeping his face half-turned away and peering at Eve from the corner of his eye. "Hello, Eve. Rock. I am Joshua." He held out one large hand. "Nice to meet you."

Taking his hand in hers sheepishly she shook it slowly, transfixed on how different it felt from Melissas or Ayas. Trying to smile her friendliest Eve canted her head, ever so noticeably as she tried to look beyond the hair.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” She stated, a little to matter-of-factly than she meant it. Taking back her hand, she used it to pull a neatly folded piece of paper from her pocket and offered it to the man. A gift.

“We made you a drawing…”

Joshua's eyes widened. "For -- for me?" His grin widened and he gently took the paper. "Thank you. I brought cake."

“Cake!” Eve smiled broadly, the picture of a bright colorful cake coming to mind. She had been glad he accepted her drawing, and would be even more so if he liked it.

Looking at the box in anticipation, Eve wondered how much you could eat before you became sick.

Joshua would be shocked to learn that one could become sick on cake. "Don't -- don't have any forks, though. Hope Eve doesn't mind,"

Joshua would be shocked to learn that one could become sick on cake. "Don't -- don't have any forks, though. Hope Eve doesn't mind,"

“I don’t mind…” she offered, using her sincerest voice. She would quite happily eat as much as he’d allow her to have if she had to eat it from a rusty shovel. Giggling to herself, her own imagination temporarily stuck in a scenario where she was eating from a crude rusty shovel. She jiggled Rock.

“And he doesn’t mind either."

Joshua grinned again, forgetting to hide behind his hair. "Good. That's good." He looked around for a good place to sit.

Joining in the hunt for a place to sit, eyes darting every which way to find somewhere nice, the proverbial light bulb lit up.

“How about the place next to my room?” She asked, remembering the large storeroom she had been able to get into and many a time converted into a cubby fort.

Joshua nodded, adjusting his grip on the cake box. "Lead the way?"

Leading Joshua inside and towards the room, Eve looked over her shoulder every several seconds to see if her friend was ok. Although shy, he seemed very nice and was never mean to the three or so people who almost managed to bowl them over.

“It’s really busy today.” Eve commented referring to the various people rushing around. But before he had a chance to comment they were there, standing in front of the big brown door. Turning the knob, and pushing forwards it revealed a relatively normal storeroom, but with various blankets and simple toys in one of the corners under a small window..

“I hope it’s ok…”

Joshua was used to living in basements and abandoned houses. This was just like home . . . only with toys.

"It's nice! Very nice. Joshua likes it,"

“Great!”

Smiling proudly, happy to have found somewhere her friend had liked, she lead the way, unfolding a blanket on the floor, sitting in one of the sheets corners before placing Rock next to her.

“Lets have a picnic.” She added patting a spot next to her in a ‘have-a-seat’ manner.

"Yes!" Joshua sat promptly, setting the cake box in front of them. "Joshua's first picnic."

"Really? Your first picnic"

Eve asked generally interested in why it was his first. She herself was on her third picnic, at least taht she remembered. Maybe he had forgotten too.

"Happy picnic day!"

"Happy -- happy picnic day, yes."

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