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Cassandra Cain ([personal profile] hellofist) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs2013-05-24 03:00 am

this one's for the faithless, the ones that are surprised

Who: The Once-ler and Cassandra Cain
What: He's been inside way too much and she is going to change that.
When: May 24th
Where: The clinic, then OUTSIDE damn it.
Rating: PGish


Each time she's gone to visit him, she's found Once in the exact same place, doing the exact same thing, generally looking not all that happy about... well, anything. They sit and knit and talk and it's nice, it's fun, but when was the last time he even left the clinic? Has he really just stayed in bed since their horrible space adventure?

If that's true, it's not acceptable at all. It's also why when she comes to visit him today, she's pushing a wheelchair in front of her. There's a picnic basket sitting in it right now, so her intention is probably pretty clear: she's taking him outside for lunch.

Does he have a say in it? Not exactly. She smiles at him when she stops the chair by his bed.

"Hi Once."
whichwayyoulean: (Beanpole in winter)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-28 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
One day, he might be able to accept things like that without being told, but he's still so used to his mother's influence, that he struggles to understand why people would willingly spend tim with him.

"Maybe they are. I'll have to thank them for it, give them a fruit basket or something."
whichwayyoulean: (Play that funky music white boy)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-28 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
He chuckles a little.

"Chocolate, huh? Okay, I think I can manage that."
whichwayyoulean: (Who wants pancakes?!!)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-29 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
There's perhaps a touch of nervousness coming from him, he rarely comes into town of his own free will. But he's interested too, he wants to see where she lives, add it to his mental map of the place.

"Sure. I might do that," he surprises himself by actually meaning that, wow where did that come from?
whichwayyoulean: (You have no idea how epic my brain is)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-29 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh right...the babies. Y'know for a second, I almost forgot about them...except not because the journal is full of whining."

He'll at least be a polite guest, taking note of the rooms and where they are. When (he notes this is still a when and not an if in his mind, and is a little perturbed by the fact) he comes to visit, he'd rather not awkwardly wander into someone's room.

"It's a nice place," he says, then nodding at Ace. "So you got dog sitting duty, huh?"
whichwayyoulean: (Nothing more horrific than optimism)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-29 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ohhhh I see, I can tell by the sad, forlon look in his little doggy eyes," the Once-ler replies.

He was so busy with the dog, he missed the part about changing, or rather, let it slide right over his brain and let it settle in some dark recess where he'd no doubt remember it later. He doesn't seem that bothered about the hospitality thing either, he's the guy who has booby traps going to HIS room, after all.

"I'm pretty good right now, thanks."
whichwayyoulean: (And I'll never forget)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-30 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
The Once-ler had been patting the poor dog's head, understanding it's poor, lonely predicament. Life sucked when people just up and left you, while you sat there like an idiot, waiting for them to come back, knowing in your heart they never would. Poor dog indeed. He glances up when Cass speaks. And then stares.

Probably a lot.

Because wow, would you look at that outfit there. With all the curves and whatnot. Not that he should be paying attention to her curves and whatnot. Unless she wants him to? Does she? Oh god why are women so difficult to understand? He realises he should probably say something, given he's been staring for a good while. So, battling between his desperate need to be a gentleman and the fact he's still a guy, he scrambles for anything to say and blurts the first thing he grasps onto right out.

"That's pretty cool, the black and gold go well together...there."

...What the hell was that? What the every loving cat in the hat hell was that? And now he's blushing awkwardly. Greaaat. Can the world just swallow him up now? That would be cool.
whichwayyoulean: (Not going to repeat it)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-30 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Oh wow, she had to ask that, didn't she? He;s still staring, so it takes him a moment to blink and look down, trying to keep the horrific embarrassment away and failing terribly.

"Oh yeah, it's great!," he manages in a pretty squeaky voice.

Trying again he clears his throat to bring his voice back at least to a marginally masculine level, hopefully with a touch less panic in it, too.

"I mean, it's great. I bet you blend in with the dark great in it. Great for fighting villains and...stuff. Really...great"

Wow he just said great way too many times in one sentence.
whichwayyoulean: (What have I done?)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-30 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Huh, would you look at that. At least it hides her curves and whatnot enough time for him to try and get some sense of decency back and to stop his brain from screaming at him.

"So at night time you really are pretty much invisible. That's...that's really cool."
whichwayyoulean: (Many levels of unsure)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-30 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Yep. Nothing weird about that at all, not a single thing. He lets out a nervous laugh, because hey, he's used to having people just...show up in his room in the middle of the night, but Cass, well this was a different thing.

"I...yeah sure. That would be. Well, that sure would be interesting."

Wow could he be feeling any more awkward right now? Probably. Maybe the universe was out to kill him today.
whichwayyoulean: (You poor stupid guy)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-30 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
As terrible with empathy as he is, even the Once-ler can tell when he's put his foot in it sometimes. He reaches out to touch her butt take her hand.

"Hey, it's okay, sorry if I made you uncomfortable...what with the staring and all, you really do look good."

He pauses, before offering her a small, encouraging smile.

"Thank you. For showing me, and letting me know you do this. It makes me even prouder to know you, knowing you're going around doing good in the world."
whichwayyoulean: (Let me show you my hope)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-30 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
A warning probably would have made him even more panicky, the surprise has probably worked out for the best. He doesn't even seem to be panicking about the hug, probably because he wants it just as much. He returns it, giving her a gentle squeeze, taking care of those sharp points, just enjoying the closeness, as much as he knows he probably shouldn't.

"Hey, you're always welcome, Cass."
whichwayyoulean: (The clouds were still clean)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-30 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Which won't be for a while, probably longer than you should hug a girl who's just a friend. Oh well. He does laugh at that mental image, though.

"I'm pretty sure all the lanky wouldn't look nearly as [attractive] cool in a suit like that," he says, amused. "And so long as you're there to catch me when I inevitably fall off the roof trying to leap across it gracefully, we'd be okay."

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