2019-08-04 - Post Date Gossip Session
August demands deets.
IC Date: 2019-08-04
OOC Date: 2019-05-29
Location: Gray Harbor/A-Frame Cabin
Related Scenes: 2019-08-03 - I don't mind crazy.
Plot: None
Scene Number: 1019
(TXT to Itzhak) August : don't even think of not telling me how it went
August sends it a little earlier than he can expect Itzhak's date to be over, mostly so it'll be waiting for Itzhak, that little chat bubble icon on his phone declaring someone is patiently awaiting a trip report. He's made decent progress on his guide tonight, the replacement lunch and walk with Eleanor was a success, and he has a lead on this sorceress to share with everyone in hopes of getting that situation solved. It's been a solid evening. He's hoping to round it out with news on Itzhak's date. He settled in bed, reading with a glass of water. Waiting.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : Oy vey, you nosy old queen
(TXT to August) Itzhak : I just cooked for her. We talked. Actual talking, dirty old man
"About damned time," August says on a sigh, shutting his book (The River Jordan) and taking up his phone. He laughs under his breath.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I didn't ask for specifics, just how it went! but cooking is always a good idea. who doesn't love being cooked for?
Itzhak's undressed and in bed, having picked up his phone by force of habit to distract himself a few minutes. Grinning to himself, he thumbs out a reply.
August starts to type out, 'I assume no violin though since that would just', decides against it, deletes. This results in ... for a bit.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : so what did you cook
(TXT to August) Itzhak : Well it went great. I think. I'm pretty sure?
(TXT to Itzhak) August : that means it went at least fine. she didn't seem like a girl to leave you wondering if you should ever talk to her again
(TXT to August) Itzhak : lemon roasted chicken. she said it was the best thing she'd ever eaten. which is obvious shameless flattery
(TXT to Itzhak) August : see it went fine. I guess you could text her and let her know it was great etc. etc. and if you wanna repeat scenario but she lives right there so, not as necessary
(TXT to August) Itzhak : hah. No, we're going to go to the boardwalk tomorrow. So still talking.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : careful those games are all rigged
(TXT to August) Itzhak : I got kind of spergy in front of her and she actually enjoyed it
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I had to give Ellie and I a little edvantage iykwim
(TXT to August) Itzhak : well I was planning on robbing them of some of those giant bears tbh
(TXT to Itzhak) August : hey good, you're on a wavelength
(TXT to Itzhak) August : just be prepared to make use of your particular skillset let's call it
(TXT to August) Itzhak : yeah I watched a youtube about it. Pretty interesting
August coughs a laugh. "Of course you did," he murmurs to himself.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : hey if you get a third one I'll buy it from you
(TXT to August) Itzhak : so how do a pair of queer boys like us wind up seeing girls
(TXT to Itzhak) August : well in my case the girl decides to just ask before anyone else
(TXT to Itzhak) August : in your case she lives next to you and you decide to ask
"Don't fuckin' lie to me Roen," Itzhak mutters, but he's still grinning.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : you are not going to sit there and tell me only Ellie ever was interested in you in three years
(TXT to Itzhak) August : BTW save playing violin for her for a later date
"Oh aren't I," August murmurs in a low voice.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : why
(TXT to Itzhak) August : alternative phrasing: the girl who would be a properly aged candidate
(TXT to Itzhak) August : it's an intimacy thing except to 11 likelihood you won't be yanking one another's close off right after is zero
(TXT to August) Itzhak : eeeeeh fair I guess there aren't a whole lot of rich widows who want to take advantage of you
Itzhak sputters.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : rich widows would be perfectly allowed to, provided they were also awkward conspiracy theorist nerds
(TXT to August) Itzhak : Listen. If there's one thing I learned so far, it's that by playing violin you only meet other violinists
August sighs as he types. "Oh my sweet summer child."
(TXT to August) Itzhak : oh man. Alexander is an awkward conspiracy theorist nerd too and it's so hot.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : this is different. we're talking a date. you're making music for them. that's a thing. especially depending on the piece you choose to play. obviously if you bust out some Charlie Daniels Band it might not be the same as moonlight sonata.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : see? look I can't help it if I have a type.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : okay you mean don't take her on a romantic moonlight picnic where I then play phantom of the opera for her. That's different
(TXT to August) Itzhak : above method works great by the way
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I mean, you know, expect that doing that for her's maybe going to up the ante. so do it when you're ready for that.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : romantic moonlight picnic is great for getting your clothes off if there are no raccoons ants sinkholes thunderstorms etc.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : I mean I honestly don't know if she's the type? I don't know what kind of thing might seduce her most effectively. Not that it matters because I don't plan on seducing her
(TXT to August) Itzhak : lol what
"It's so not worth explaining," August says, rolling his eyes.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : she might not be. but. she might also be. point here: save that.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : you don't want to know. the upshot is Golden Dragon still makes amazing mu shu and the host is a pretty good little monster movie.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : I sort of want to say yes dad and I'm also keenly aware of the extremely awkward connotations that would have
(TXT to August) Itzhak : you can't pry date details out of me without explaining what you mean by sinkholes
There are a lot of dots. A lot of dots. He's writing and deleting a lot of things.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : 'dad' is not what you'd be calling me under any circumstances
August sighs. "Okay, okay, fair's fair."
(TXT to August) Itzhak : while you're working that out, she loves iris. I let her hold her
(TXT to Itzhak) August : ellie and I did a picnic for our second date. except if it could go wrong, it did. ants got into the food, raccoons stole some, nowhere to sit in the shade and we forgot hats and sunscreen, there was a sinkhole under the tree we picked to sit under.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I dunno this is sounding pretty solid so far! 10/10 would pry date details out of you again
(TXT to August) Itzhak : god. damn. you know how to show a girl a good time
(TXT to Itzhak) August : also it started raining on us. so we went back to her place and ate chinese take out and watched a horror movie
(TXT to August) Itzhak : this is exactly the kind of heartwarming misadventure you tell your grandkids
(TXT to August) Itzhak : oh man. seriously that sucks, but is also hilarious.
That gives August pause. His fingers hover over the phone. He stops the free association train before it can go too far.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I wish I'd thought to take some selfies for posterity
(TXT to Itzhak) August : great news she didn't blame me so I get more chances to prove I'm not a disaster waiting to happen
(TXT to August) Itzhak : of course you get more chances. Have you seen you
(TXT to August) Itzhak : So what do we think of the figgy inch situation
(TXT to Itzhak) August : eh, have you seen her? I don't actually know what anyone in this town is thinking, not going for her. me I hide in the woods and talk to plants, I can understand if that's not prime dating material
(TXT to Itzhak) August : they've definitely had some kind of chat. so that's something. now if I can just keep them from fucking anywhere in the workplace I'll call it good
(TXT to August) Itzhak : Well don't get me wrong, she's stunning. But it's not every day a noble silver fox like yourself comes along
August blows out a breath. "Noble? Please."
(TXT to August) Itzhak : All highly educated and rugged yet tender
(TXT to Itzhak) August : you say noble, I think most people use 'grumpy' also 'unapproachable' but I'm flattered thank you
(TXT to August) Itzhak : If I have to rough de santos up to keep him in line I will
(TXT to August) Itzhak : Not even kidding
August can't help himself; he starts laughing. Then he starts laughing some more.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : 'rugged yet tender' I'm going to save that one for some time in the future mark my words
(TXT to August) Itzhak : I've sealed my fate with that one I know
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I think Finch has it under control for now but it might not hurt to tell de santos to talk to...someone...knowledgeable about relationships. who can he do that with.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : neither of us, apparently
(TXT to Itzhak) August : sadly no. he has to know someone though. (right?)
(TXT to August) Itzhak : Raf? I hope? I don't know, he doesn't have any family over here either
August grunts, rubs at his eyes. "Figures."
(TXT to Itzhak) August : well maybe at some point he'll decide to talk to me anyways. I guess we'll see. mean time I plan to give him ugly looks any time Finch is upset.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : I am not real sure he notices when you do that. He's got a lot of practice ignoring his dad
August looks at that text for a bit, and wonders. Wonders, but doesn't ask.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : ah ha. okay I can resort to actual words then.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : Okay good gossip session
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I expect a report on future activities, I may provide same if we don't die to this sorceress in the Veil (Ellie showed me where we can look)
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