the needle tears a hole / pulcher

[pulcher faustus lentinus]

"Good." he'd say stroking his chin for a moment and then glancing at his hands. "I should probably wash my hands..." he muttered aloud before heading to one of the doors and opening it, it lead to the kitchen and Pulcher would head in leaving the door open for Grey to follow as he went to the sink to thoroughly scrub his hands. The kitchen, Grey would fine, was spotless and precise. Every counter was clear and there was no plates lingering in the sink. There was a table tucked into a corner that had only two seats, and the windows were covered by black curtains. Other than the curtains, table and counter top, everything in the room was white.

Unless Grey spoke, Pulcher wouldn't say anything as he meticulously cleaned his hands. He made sure that they were absolutely spotless, and a little pink before grabbing a hand towel from a drawer and drying off his hands. Once that was done, he would turn to Grey. "So... Do you know how to make tea?" the man would ask as he put the towel back and went to grab a box of teabags. "I've got it, but I've never made it..." he'd say.

"You just throw it in hot water, right?" he'd ask grabbing a pot and setting it on the stove. "Maybe we should make a cake instead..." he wondered aloud. All the while, as he was asking questions, he left little room for Grey to actually speak. It was more like Pulcher was talking to himself, rather than talking to Grey.

[grey gaius aldjoy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; width: 346px; height: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #ffffff; opacity: 1.0; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 4px solid #CC6666;] Grey simply nodded at the washing his hands comment, mainly because he was fairly sure Pulcher was just talking to himself and not to Grey, Grey followed him still, this time into the kitchen. The kitchen was nice, he was expecting something somewhat more in your face than what it was but it probably wasnt like that as Pulcher probably didnt spend much time in the kitchen. Then Grey got asked something, yes he knew how to make tea but as he opened his mouth to answer Pulcher said something else. Ok so now it was time to answer, oh wait nope Pulcher continued to talk so Grey closed his mouth once again. This time he decided to wait for a longer gap to talk, he stood there in silence waiting, now Pulcher was talking about making a cake, Grey wasnt quite sure they had the time to make a cake, he didnt have anywhere to go exactly but he didnt want to be at Pulchers untill late into the night. "I know how to make tea" he stated simply then walked over to Pulcher "I'll make it if you want" he stated simply, or they could spend ages as Grey taught Pulcher the art of making a cup of tea, which wasn't really much of an art just a process. "You know.. i'm fine to just drink water or a non warm beverage" he told Pulcher thinking maybe it would save some time and they could go to talking about stuff more quickly. "That way we're not fuffing about in the kitchen for ages" he added not entirely sure where he'd got the word fuffing from but it was too late to not say it now. [style= font-family: times; font-size: 30px; color: #; line-height: 35%; text-align: center;] You can have it all, my empire of dirt~

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[pulcher faustus lentinus]

The fact that Grey made no attempt to butt in while Pulcher spoke mostly to himself was a good thing. It made the conversation go more smoothly, instead of filling it with awkward half sentences uttered by Grey that would go completely unnoticed by the man who was constantly off in his own little world.

The man would raise a curious eyebrow when the other man stated that he didn't mind not having tea. If he didn't mind he should have said so earlier! It would have made things so much more simple rather than standing about in the kitchen. The only reason Pulcher suggested was because it seemed right. He had little interest in tea. Quickly, the blond was distracted by the other mans choice of words. "Fuffing?" he'd echo. He would pause contemplatively for a moment before nodding. "Yes, let's not fuff about. Shall we have some orange juice instead? Or maybe some milk. Milk give you mustaches, you know. Ladies love mustaches."

With that settled, Pulcher would head to the fridge to pull out the milk. Though he'd asked Grey's opinion, he'd decided on milk. So, milk they would drink! Placing the jug on the counter he'd grab two large glasses, at least big enough to hold twenty ounces. The artist would fill both to about half an inch from the top. First taking a large sip from his drink he'd hand Grey over the milk. "I have some cookies. Why don't we have some cookies too?" he'd ask, looking in Grey's general direction, though not straight at him. This time, he would take Grey's opinion. If he refused the offer, Pulcher would stand in silence wondering what to do now. If the offer was accepted, he'd retrieve a bag of large chocolate chip cookies and set them out for the other man to take as he took one himself.

Notes;; Sorry about the ridiculous amount of time it took for me to reply.

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[grey gaius aldjoy]

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[pulcher faustus lentinus]

After setting out the cookies, Pulcher would spend a few moments dipping cookies in his milk and then eating them, and expected Grey to the same. If Grey didn't, Pulcher would shove a cookie in his mouth and motion for the man to take some too. After eating about ten cookies, Pulcher would speak up. "How's life?" the man would ask, breaking the silence. The blond would furrow his brow at his own comment. "No... That's not a good question." He' would take another cookie and chomp on it contemplatively. It was obvious that he wanted to be the one to start up the conversation.

"How are the pre-game thingers going?" he'd ask finally settling on a question he felt was right. It wasn't exactly a good question, and it was no doubt a topic that Grey didn't want to focus on, but that was the reason that he'd picked that topic. 'Forbidden' topics were always his favorites. He got to see delightful expressions that he could use in his artwork. Considering the fact that most of his inspiration of the next few weeks would be focused on the games, it would be good to get as much information, both literal and visual, as he could from Grey. Pulcher wanted his artwork to be perfect after all. No matter how horrible the subject matter was.

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[grey gaius aldjoy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; width: 346px; height: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #ffffff; opacity: 1.0; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 4px solid #CC6666;] Grey watched Pulcher dip the first cookie into his milk and Grey took that as a que to do the same, he dipped his cookie into the milk and popped it into his mouth, he felt like a child eating cookies with milk, usually he wouldn't dip his cookies in anything, he just thought of it as slightly childish but there was something strangely childish about Pulcher and yet something so mature too, he was a strange man and Grey didnt understand him at all but he figured he was doing a good job at not letting that show at all. Grey was about to answer the hows life question but then it got taken away from him, he didnt think it was that bad of question but oh well, who was he to judge. Grey was then presented with a new question, he wasnt the kind of guy to keep anything hidden or secret unless he had to for some reason, either to protect his tribute or someone had asked him to. "They're going okay i guess, we have some fighters this year and they should do okay if they pay attention to my advice" he said with a small shrug, was that the answer Pulcher was looking for, Grey wasn't sure but it would have to do as he didn't have much else he could add. [style= font-family: times; font-size: 30px; color: #; line-height: 35%; text-align: center;] You can have it all, my empire of dirt~

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