fandomtownies | Caritas, Monday

Entry tags:

Caritas, Monday

After a busy, if enjoyable, weekend, with the party on Saturday and Prompto hosting a Puppy Bowl gathering in her apartment, Seivarden was in a good mood. For some reason she picked this to be a beer night.

She didn't particularly like beer herself, but a lot of people did, so she arranged a display of the selection available behind the bar. Those who wanted draught would have to ask Tino.

Today's special
Beer. Any kind.

[Open, no OCD.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Tisarwat was feeling a little bored and restless, and, realizing she hadn't been doing a very good job of keeping an eye on Seivarden like Breq had asked her to, she decided she'd stop into the bar that evening.

"Seivarden." She nodded.

Yup. Still very weird and awkward.

"How's it going?"

Weird and awkward, yes, especially when she was supposed to serve her fellow officer drinks.

On the other hand, wasn't that what Tino was here for?

"Not too bad? And yourself? Any news from home?"

"Nothing on my end," Tisarwat admitted with a sigh that she hoped would prompt Seivarden to share if it was any different for her, as she slid into a seat to get comfortable. "Not since Breq's last visit, anyway."

"Me neither," Seivarden said, disappointed and at the same time relieved that Tisarwat hadn't been the one to get a message. The latter would have hurt, at least if it was from Breq.

"Something to drink?" she asked, because they were in a bar, after all.

"I don't suppose they've started stocking attack back there yet, have they?" Tisarwat asked with a faint smile.

Obviously, the thought of Seivarden serving her a drink was strange, but it didn't strike her how strange until actually faced with it.

A part of her was definitely going to revel in it, though.

Tisarwat wasn't going to get to enjoy that. There were limits, and Seivarden gestured to Tino to serve her.

"Sadly no. Have you ever tried beer? A lot of people here like it."

In case Tisarwat hadn't noticed.

Tisarwat took note of Seivarden's smooth delegation there, and already started wondering if she should bring Summer or Lucille to distract Tino and leave her without an opening next time.

"I've had beer," she answered, with a grin that suggested you couldn't go far at all around here without having had beer. "My first week here, I actually tried a little bit of all the different kinds of alcohol."

It had NOT been a fun morning after that, though she did discover the benefit of friends with healing powers soon after.

"Beer is fine."

"There is apparently a lot to choose from," Seivarden said, and then, so as to not get stuck on a subject that was going to be even more awkward if it continued, said:

"So, have you found anything interesting to do around here?"

"I've been learning how to play piano," Tisarwat offeres, which didn't sound like much, but it was something. "And reading through a lot of literature from this planet's so-called Victorian era. And keeping things in order at the music shop keeps me busy, too. We may have a sentient cord monster now. It's taken over the basement.

"...you?"

"The piano?"

Seivarden assumed Tisarwat wasn't playing it without gloves, in which case she felt it could just as well be some kind of euphemism.

"I work here, I go to the gym, I come here on Wednesdays to talk to Summer. Oh, and Ignis, my roommate is teaching me how to cook."

Sorry, Tisarwat needed a moment to even conceptualize the idea of Seivarden cooking.

"That's who Summer's party was for this weekend, isn't it?" she asked, in the meantime.

"It was, yes," Seivarden said. "He's teaching and needed a place to stay part-time and Summer asked me. He is, well, unexpectedly civilised."

Tisarwat knew how to take that the right way.

Especially from Seivarden. Tisarwat's brows lifted, part surprised, part impressed.

"I did notice he was wearing gloves when he came in," she noted. "Though they looked pretty...decadent."

As far as she could tell from where she'd been, and now she wished she'd have gone and spoken to him.

"Ah, yes, those gloves," Seivarden said with a chuckle. "But at least they are gloves."

Although sometimes revealing gloves were more distracting than mere bare hands, not that Seivarden ever looked a bit too closely when Ignis was showing her how to chop things.

"I get along with him quite well, though, and I'm not used to living on my own."

Especially not after Mercy of Kalr...

"I have to admit," said Tisarwat, who couldn't ignore the pang of longing she had gotten surprisingly good at suppressing over they years, that no wade her wonder if that was why she avoided Seivarden more now, it made it more palpable now that their loss was shared, "moving in with Lucille after Breq left was a smart move. We Radchaai are far too social to be left on our own."

Sure. That was one way to spin it, Tisarwat.

"I suppose we are," Seivarden said. "Tell me about Lucille? I've hardly met her."

They had spoken back when Lucille had taken over the shop, but that felt like such a long time ago.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Caritas, Monday

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject