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metamorphosis2010-11-29 12:20 am
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Title: Are You Showing Me Around, Or Taking Me Out?
Characters: Eco, Belca, Ricolise
Rating: G
Modern AU. I'm going to shoot myself in the foot one day.
He's lucky he sees him on the way back; he catches him by the shoulder when he's looking into the mailbox, and Grumpy-Gills automatically shoves his hand away and clutches the bills to his chest. Eco smiles, and holds out his hand.
"Welcome to the neigborhood! I'm Eco, your newspaper boy."
Grumpy-Gills gives him an incredulous look, then takes the hand offered and shakes it slowly.
"Aren't you a little too old to be doing that?"
"It's just part-time. I'm a novelist."
"Ah."
Eco doesn't let go of his hand; he threads his fingers through his and smiles.
"You didn't tell me your name."
"It's-- Belca. Let go of my hand."
Eco wiggles his fingers against his knuckles - Belca, huh? What a cute name - and tilts his head to the side.
"Have you explored town yet? I could show you some really nice spots!"
Belca seems legimately surprised at this; hesitantly, as Eco scoots up a little and pats behind him on the seat, he climbs on and secures his arms around his waist. There isn't a lot of room, but Belca can manage with putting his feet up on the back tire's bars. They ride in silence, except for the occasional ring-ring of Eco's bell in greeting to people he knows. When he glances over his shoulder, Belca's giving him an 'are you serious?' look. He shrugs, turns back to the road--
and swerves to the right just in time to missing hitting a bright orange cone. Belca's holding onto him tightly, and Eco's laughing his head off, and they're both fine, okay, fine, but Belca's still digging his fingers into his sides when they finally stop off at a café. It's a pretty quaint place - like one out of the Victorian eras, all frills and laces - so Eco loves Belca's surprised face when a maid with cat ears comes to take them to their seat. When she leaves with their orders (two teas, with two sugars for Eco) does Eco explain.
"This is a cosplay café. It's the only one here. I'm really great friends with the owner 'cause the girls like me to sing to them, so I always -- oh! Tea's here."
He takes it graciously from the girl, sets Belca's in front of him, and after sipping, continues,
"I always get treats. The tea's not poisoned, Belca, try it."
Belca's quiet, obviously uncomfortable, confused, and not exactly thirsty. He lifts the cup to his lips, sips, and winces at the hot liquid rushing down his throat. A big bosomed woman makes her way over to their table, and Eco smiles cheerfully at her.
"Afternoon, Ricolise! This is the new kid I was telling you about. His name is Belca. Belca, this is Ricolise. She runs the café, and she lets me stay upstairs as long as I work for it."
"Belca, huh? Nice to meet you."
"Uh... Yeah. Nice to meet you too."
Ricolise puts down two cakes - free of charge, she says, but Eco knows that just means he'll have to work an extra shift - and leaves them. Belca picks at the yellow cake, scraping white frosting off with his fork. Eco watches him, then, as soon as a piece from it, leans over and catches it between his teeth.
The response is instantaneous. Belca jerks his fork towards himself, Eco jerks back, and a staring contest ensues. Eco's stare is friendly; Belca's is harsh, confused, and irritated. It ends when Belca returns to staring at the piece of cake, eyeing Eco warily until he's sure he won't move again; he takes a bite of the cake, mutters, "Oh.", but doesn't stop the furitive looks. Eco catches one, winks, and takes a bite of the cake himself. Belca scowls, stops looking, and eats.
It's quiet - they're the only ones in the café, and how abhorred in Eco's imagination the cliché is - until they finish. There's still daylight to waste, and Eco insists on pulling Belca out of the café and across the street. They go to a multitude of places downtown - the movie theater, the mall - and drag their feet uptown, resting in the park as it begins to get dark. The stars start to twinkle into existance, and Eco spreads his arms nice and wide.
"This is my favorite time to come to the park. It's nice and quiet, and it's the best place in this town to watch the stars."
Belca snorts and glances at the rising moon, then back towards the residential area.
"I should be getting home--"
"No! There's still so much to do!"
"Eco - that's your name, right? - Eco, it's getting late. What else could there be?"
Eco frowns and takes a seat on a nearby bench, patting it until Belca sits beside him. He clasps his hands together loosely, letting them hang in front of his knees as he leans forward. Belca leans back, sighs, and stares at the sky.
A star shoots by, and he's up in an instance. Eco giggles and looks up.
"There's a meteor shower tonight. Make a wish!"
"That's a stupid old wives' tale. Nothing comes out of that."
"I wonder."
Something in Eco's voice makes Belca look down at him; there's a certain wonderment in the violet eyes, and he frowns. Eco frowns right back, but he can't keep it for like; a smile shines through, as usual (since when did this become a usual?), and he locks eyes with Belca.
"I wished on a star last night that someone cute would talk to me today. And I got you!"
Belca flushes a hundred different shades of red and breaks eye contact with Eco, staring at the sky instead. Eco giggles, stretches up with his hands still clasped, and stands.
"It's getting late! I'll walk you home."
They walk the bike as they walk home; Eco slows down as they reach the far-reaching light of the porch, stopping at the mailbox. Belca glances towards the house, then shrugs and turns.
"Thanks for showing me around. It was fun, I guess."
"-- So you wouldn't mind going out again?"
Belca snaps back around and stares. Eco grins and waves his fingers.
"I'm kidding. I'll be at the café if you ever want to visit, Belca! See you around!"
Before Belca can even think of a coherent response, Eco's off, leisurely dodging parked cars and laughing into the waning moon's light.
Characters: Eco, Belca, Ricolise
Rating: G
Modern AU. I'm going to shoot myself in the foot one day.
He's lucky he sees him on the way back; he catches him by the shoulder when he's looking into the mailbox, and Grumpy-Gills automatically shoves his hand away and clutches the bills to his chest. Eco smiles, and holds out his hand.
"Welcome to the neigborhood! I'm Eco, your newspaper boy."
Grumpy-Gills gives him an incredulous look, then takes the hand offered and shakes it slowly.
"Aren't you a little too old to be doing that?"
"It's just part-time. I'm a novelist."
"Ah."
Eco doesn't let go of his hand; he threads his fingers through his and smiles.
"You didn't tell me your name."
"It's-- Belca. Let go of my hand."
Eco wiggles his fingers against his knuckles - Belca, huh? What a cute name - and tilts his head to the side.
"Have you explored town yet? I could show you some really nice spots!"
Belca seems legimately surprised at this; hesitantly, as Eco scoots up a little and pats behind him on the seat, he climbs on and secures his arms around his waist. There isn't a lot of room, but Belca can manage with putting his feet up on the back tire's bars. They ride in silence, except for the occasional ring-ring of Eco's bell in greeting to people he knows. When he glances over his shoulder, Belca's giving him an 'are you serious?' look. He shrugs, turns back to the road--
and swerves to the right just in time to missing hitting a bright orange cone. Belca's holding onto him tightly, and Eco's laughing his head off, and they're both fine, okay, fine, but Belca's still digging his fingers into his sides when they finally stop off at a café. It's a pretty quaint place - like one out of the Victorian eras, all frills and laces - so Eco loves Belca's surprised face when a maid with cat ears comes to take them to their seat. When she leaves with their orders (two teas, with two sugars for Eco) does Eco explain.
"This is a cosplay café. It's the only one here. I'm really great friends with the owner 'cause the girls like me to sing to them, so I always -- oh! Tea's here."
He takes it graciously from the girl, sets Belca's in front of him, and after sipping, continues,
"I always get treats. The tea's not poisoned, Belca, try it."
Belca's quiet, obviously uncomfortable, confused, and not exactly thirsty. He lifts the cup to his lips, sips, and winces at the hot liquid rushing down his throat. A big bosomed woman makes her way over to their table, and Eco smiles cheerfully at her.
"Afternoon, Ricolise! This is the new kid I was telling you about. His name is Belca. Belca, this is Ricolise. She runs the café, and she lets me stay upstairs as long as I work for it."
"Belca, huh? Nice to meet you."
"Uh... Yeah. Nice to meet you too."
Ricolise puts down two cakes - free of charge, she says, but Eco knows that just means he'll have to work an extra shift - and leaves them. Belca picks at the yellow cake, scraping white frosting off with his fork. Eco watches him, then, as soon as a piece from it, leans over and catches it between his teeth.
The response is instantaneous. Belca jerks his fork towards himself, Eco jerks back, and a staring contest ensues. Eco's stare is friendly; Belca's is harsh, confused, and irritated. It ends when Belca returns to staring at the piece of cake, eyeing Eco warily until he's sure he won't move again; he takes a bite of the cake, mutters, "Oh.", but doesn't stop the furitive looks. Eco catches one, winks, and takes a bite of the cake himself. Belca scowls, stops looking, and eats.
It's quiet - they're the only ones in the café, and how abhorred in Eco's imagination the cliché is - until they finish. There's still daylight to waste, and Eco insists on pulling Belca out of the café and across the street. They go to a multitude of places downtown - the movie theater, the mall - and drag their feet uptown, resting in the park as it begins to get dark. The stars start to twinkle into existance, and Eco spreads his arms nice and wide.
"This is my favorite time to come to the park. It's nice and quiet, and it's the best place in this town to watch the stars."
Belca snorts and glances at the rising moon, then back towards the residential area.
"I should be getting home--"
"No! There's still so much to do!"
"Eco - that's your name, right? - Eco, it's getting late. What else could there be?"
Eco frowns and takes a seat on a nearby bench, patting it until Belca sits beside him. He clasps his hands together loosely, letting them hang in front of his knees as he leans forward. Belca leans back, sighs, and stares at the sky.
A star shoots by, and he's up in an instance. Eco giggles and looks up.
"There's a meteor shower tonight. Make a wish!"
"That's a stupid old wives' tale. Nothing comes out of that."
"I wonder."
Something in Eco's voice makes Belca look down at him; there's a certain wonderment in the violet eyes, and he frowns. Eco frowns right back, but he can't keep it for like; a smile shines through, as usual (since when did this become a usual?), and he locks eyes with Belca.
"I wished on a star last night that someone cute would talk to me today. And I got you!"
Belca flushes a hundred different shades of red and breaks eye contact with Eco, staring at the sky instead. Eco giggles, stretches up with his hands still clasped, and stands.
"It's getting late! I'll walk you home."
They walk the bike as they walk home; Eco slows down as they reach the far-reaching light of the porch, stopping at the mailbox. Belca glances towards the house, then shrugs and turns.
"Thanks for showing me around. It was fun, I guess."
"-- So you wouldn't mind going out again?"
Belca snaps back around and stares. Eco grins and waves his fingers.
"I'm kidding. I'll be at the café if you ever want to visit, Belca! See you around!"
Before Belca can even think of a coherent response, Eco's off, leisurely dodging parked cars and laughing into the waning moon's light.