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Log; Ongoing
When; Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Rating; G?
Characters; Abel Nightroad (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
whofelltoearth), Kyrie (sing_my_faith)
Summary; Abel keeps Kyrie company on a grocery run. In exchange for brownies.
Log;
It wasn't that she was short, it was simply that Abel was exceptionally tall. Could anything be out of reach for him? Thus far nothing had been, not that too much had been out of Kyrie's reach. Still, it was nice to be shopping with someone that could see the top shelf clearly and find out if any of the items that appeared to be sold out were merely pushed toward the back and out of her line of sight.
And he was good company--he didn't seem to mind going with her on the errand. The extra pair of hands came in handy. Kyrie didn't have to stop and wonder how she was going to get everything back to the apartment.
The only snag came in trying to pick which kind of brownies she was going to make for Abel, in return for his help. The variety was a bit daunting--chocolate fudge, or the ones with chocolate fudge chunks? Or maybe the caramel swirl brownies?
"What do you think, Father?" Well, they were for him, after all. It only made sense to ask.
Rating; G?
Characters; Abel Nightroad (
whofelltoearth), Kyrie (sing_my_faith) Summary; Abel keeps Kyrie company on a grocery run. In exchange for brownies.
Log;
It wasn't that she was short, it was simply that Abel was exceptionally tall. Could anything be out of reach for him? Thus far nothing had been, not that too much had been out of Kyrie's reach. Still, it was nice to be shopping with someone that could see the top shelf clearly and find out if any of the items that appeared to be sold out were merely pushed toward the back and out of her line of sight.
And he was good company--he didn't seem to mind going with her on the errand. The extra pair of hands came in handy. Kyrie didn't have to stop and wonder how she was going to get everything back to the apartment.
The only snag came in trying to pick which kind of brownies she was going to make for Abel, in return for his help. The variety was a bit daunting--chocolate fudge, or the ones with chocolate fudge chunks? Or maybe the caramel swirl brownies?
"What do you think, Father?" Well, they were for him, after all. It only made sense to ask.
no subject
The habit had been at times described both as mind-numbing and head-exploding. It was a wonder Kyrie could stand for him, but perhaps she just had more patience than, say, Sister Esther.
Abel had been getting ready to start up talking again when Kyrie asked him a question, and paused and stared down owlishly at her. Abel felt cowed, suddenly. What was she talking about, again?
"Um. About what?"