short people got no business

[eyecontact]

Date & Time: Days after Uruguay, business hours
Location: A SHOP!!!
Characters: Adra, Jericho
Summary: Tale as old as time strangers bumping into each other AND THEN THINGS HAPPEN
Warnings: ??/



[he needs another box of pencils. overflow stock is kept at the very top of the shelves in that store, just out of reach of grasping, straining fingers. Jericho's, anyway – he still has a great deal of growing to do, shelving or no. still, it's right there...frustratingly there.

with a little huff he steps back, head craned to stare at the box, mouth tugged with a doubtful frown.

well, he can ask for help...but. he needs the pencil to write down the request, otherwise spend an embarrassing amount of time trying to gesture help over and make his wants clear. maybe he should go all the way back to the apartment to get his communicator?

no, he'll...he'll just stretch again and reach. just one more time!]

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[bloodspeaker]

[WHAT A SWEET CHILD. Skinny child, too ... ]

Well! Now that we've been introduced ... [he pauses, thinking.] I don't suppose you had any big plans for your lunch?

[eyecontact]

[he blinks. it doesn't take much thought, but...

well, no! he shakes his head, his shoulders shrugging up quickly. he supposes he doesn't. his eyebrows quirk, pointing between them. is it going to be lunch for two?]

[bloodspeaker]

You can come along, then, if you'd like. I was about to start cooking.

[he gestures for Jericho to follow as he starts out of the store. It's at this point that a number of bags, heretofore seated placidly near the shop's entrance, suddenly become animated. They lift into the air and float along behind Adra as he walks. Groceries peek out from their tops--eggs, lettuce, that sort of thing.]

[eyecontact]

[the bag train makes him hesitate, gaping for a moment. man, Raven can do stuff like that, but it's still strange to see!

Jericho trails along beside it, hugging his own stuff to his chest so he can lean forward a little and peer about, just...y'know. just checking for strings or whatnot. what do magicians use? mirrors or something?

but there's none of that here, so he quickly trots ahead to match step with Adra, kind of grinning sheepishly. sorry, it's fascinating! magic stuff, that is.]

[bloodspeaker]

[No strings at all; just pure arcane energy! Adra doesn't seem to mind, and he doesn't walk very quickly as it stands; he has the gait of someone much older than he appears.

Once they reach the apartments, Adra shows Jericho in.]

You can sit out in the common room or come into the kitchen if you like. I was thinking about vegetable soup and some pasta--you know, the kind coated in cheese. Something hearty, for the cold weather.

[eyecontact]

[it feels a little less imposing, returning to the apartments. in fact, it makes Jericho think of it being just a big house everyone shares. he's a bit more relaxed now, ducking his head as he steps in – pardon the intrusion! – and looks about.

he only gets a fleeting glimpse of the place before darting his gaze back to Adra for a listen. he smiles, nodding at the suggestion. it's been a while since he's had a good soup...

oh, but! he lifts a hand to wave him to wait a second, pulling his pencil out of the notepad again:]

Should I do anything to help?

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra waves his hand dismissively.]

No, child; I've got it under control. Just sit somewhere and get warmed up.

[He's pulling things from the bags as he speaks--the vegetables, the beef, and so on. Very soon, the air is filled with the sound of several animated knives dicing up all of these ingredients, as well as the buttery scent of seasoned, boiling water.]

[eyecontact]

[sitting. he can do that.

Jericho sits.


...and fidgets, hands folding and unfolding in his lap. twisting his toes into the carpet. looking around...

he leans forward, peering toward the kitchen, big eyes gawking.]

[bloodspeaker]

[Ordinarily, the silence would unnerve Adra, but Jericho is so expressive with his face and body language that he's not bothered. He finishes his preparations quickly--thanks, magic--and pretty soon a tray of food is floating into the room. The tray, set with several bowls of steaming vegetable soup and creamy mac'n'cheese, sets itself down on the coffee table. Adrasteius follows after it, his forehead beaded with sweat.]

There you are. Dig in.

[Adrasteius collapses into the nearest chair. Doesn't seem like he plans to eat much himself.]

[eyecontact]

[between Raven's telekinesis and this guy's magic, man...Jericho's a bit jealous of all these cool powers! and cool looks; he managed to sneak a few glances (he hopes so; it's rude to stare!) at the tattoos–

oh, but. food. right! he sits up at attention, setting his things aside and scooting to the edge of the seat to lean and peer down at the veritable feast before him. made for him, even?

'wow' is on his lips and in his expression, lingering as he looks up, startling a little at Adra's posture. and the look on his face...

Jericho's expression crinkles with concern. are you alright?]