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@flynnthefearless
It was wonderful, thanks!
What do you all do in those meetings? I've always been curious, but I lack the proper parts to get myself inside one of them! Is it like the illumnati? You tie knots and pledge to the free masons or something?
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What? and I wasn’t invited?!?!
FORGIVE ME! I couldn't let the public come, because these were clients. But I'll give you a private concert with just me and my ukulele, if that'll make up for it!
It was pretty casual honestly. It was spent with my band mates. Nothing too huge. Just your casual thanksgiving dinner.
Huh. That's different! Guess it takes all of the family drama out of the situation, eh? Did you cook or make like me and order take-out?
Just cooped up for a bit. Bran’s been letting me stay with him for the past week while I look for a new home, so if you know of any… let me know!
I don't know of any, but I am looking for a roomie. So if you want a crazy roomie who does music and bakes at all hours of the night, let me know! What's got you in the market for a new home?
Sirius & Daphne
Oh, that sounds very interesting and helpful. I’m the head of security for the Princess of Denmark and also a student.
I hope so! The other alternative is that it's boring and harmful, and that's not what I'm going for. Sounds like you've got a pretty intense job, dude. What are you studying?
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And we’re back.
How was the Boy's Club meeting?!
So.. Hey. I’m Charlie. And I’m allergic to carrots.
Dude, that sucks! Carrots are the only way you can say you're being healthy while eating a bottle of salad dressing. Not to mention carrot cake!
Sirius & Daphne
Either pieces they wrote or things that we’ve worked on. Their parents were pretty stoked, which is a big deal for some of them.
That sounds amazing really. Are you a teacher?
Something like it!! I'm a pediatric music therapist, but I do get to teach the kiddos about instruments and their feelings. What do you do?
siriusheise
What did they perform?
Either pieces they wrote or things that we've worked on. Their parents were pretty stoked, which is a big deal for some of them.
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Awww, Daph! You look so cute!
Thanks, Marce! I bet you look like the cat's pajamas! What's up, dude?
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Congrats!
Thanks, duuuude! How was your Thanksgiving, rockstar?!
I love when my clients get to perform the pieces they wrote! This is the best Thanksgiving I've had in a long time.
Disappearing Act || Theodore & Daphne
Theodore raised a brow at Daphne, and a soft huff escaped his lips. “Y-You can’t really fool a psychologist— especially not one like me, Daph.” He muttered. Once she sat, he watched, and tensed slightly, clearing his throat. “Yeah… This is it…”
I’d kill to be able to dress like that.
The bespectacled man could feel himself tensing further at her comment. “O-Oh… Really? I-I mean, I love it. The formality and poise that these women have. Subtle and timeless. That’s, uh, how I describe the style. Very appealing.” He shrugged a shoulder, attempting to be as nonchalant as possible. After a few minutes of awkward silence between the two, with only the sound of the program on the television to be heard, Theodore paused it, turning to Daphne. “Talk to me. Y-You’re clearly not yourself. I-I-I just want to help. How can I help?” It was a compulsion of his to help others that were clearly in need, and Daphne’s stubbornness was not going to change his mind— even if she entertained the idea of dressing as if she were from Downton Abbey— which certainly threw Theodore off a bit, but not enough to force him to forget the task at hand.
"Daphne. Please."
"Oh, please. We both know that fooling a psychologist is easy. All you have to do is show them what they want to see; we're pretty selfish people, by nature." Though Daphne didn't cast a pointed glance in Theodore's direction, her voice conveyed that she was sure enough of herself to avoid being shaken on the subject.
Fingertips strummed the fabric that encased her thighs before she finally managed to look in Theodore's direction. So he was passionate about victorian fashion? Who would've thought. Her own lips twisted upward in a bemused smirk that transformed into a grin within moments. "Hey! That's the most I've heard you talk about anything that isn't your cats. I didn't peg you for a Netflix drama kind of dude." Yet there he was, watching Downton Abbey.
Though Theodore turned in her direction, Daphne remained rooted to her spot. Her gaze was fixed on him, but she didn't turn or make any indication of opening up any time soon. It was kind that he cared, of course, but she just needed a couch to crash on for a couple of nights and some distractions to keep her mind away from Bentley Spencer.
"I'm not myself, but that doesn't mean I'm not fine." Her brows lifted and her head tilted forward slightly, "It's nothing, dude. I promise. I just need a place to stay for a couple of nights, then I'll be out of your hair. Seriously, there's nothing to worry about."
Disappearing Act || Theodore & Daphne
Theodore flinched as he heard the door open, and hopped up from his couch to help Daphne bring her belongings inside. “U-Uh… Hey.” He murmured, Leading the woman down the hall to his bedroom, he responded. “The cats? They, uh, th-they’re hiding, probably… o-or eating.” A light shrug escaped him. “You can put your clothing i-in the closet, and just… just make yourself at home. I-I-I’m in the process of watching Downton Abbey, so…” He offered her a timid smile, adjusting his large glasses.
Leaving her to organize her belongings, he sighed heavily and tousled his hair as he padded beck to the den where he then picked up the cup of tea he’d been working on and the remote, hitting play— thank god for netflix. A little over ten minutes passed before he called out. “Daph? W-When you’re ready, I’d like to talk… Y-You know, I think you’d feel a-a-a lot better if you did.” He raised a brow before sipping at his tea and setting it on the coaster placed on the coffee table, shifting to sit with his legs crossed at the ankle.
Normally, Daphne would've resisted any help to carry her things from one room to another; she was a capable woman, after all, and valued her independence. Today, though, Daphne allowed Theodore to carry one of her bags, knowing that she would be telling him to take his own room back by the end of the night. Picking battles was something Daphne was inherently good at, so she took her time to arrange a few of her items before she heard Theodore calling for her.
Talk.
The idea didn't settle well with her, but she put on a grin and flounced out of the bedroom as if nothing was the matter. "There's nothing to talk about, dude," was what she offered as soon as he was within sight. "Seriously, I'm fine! Just recollecting and recalibrating, that's all." As if to prove her point, she grinned and placed her fingertips in the hollows created by her dimples. No problems.
It took all of a few seconds for her to make herself comfortable on the couch, tucking her legs beneath her so she could sit in a way that had some semblance of politeness due to the fact that she was wearing a skirt, stockings and a blouse. It didn't strike her that Theodore might feel strange about the whole ordeal, but she wasn't really thinking about anything other than herself; it was a rare moment, and one she would be ashamed of later.
"So, this is Downton Abbey? I'd kill to be able to dress like that," she offered, trying her best to change the subject to something lighter than her own underlying issues.
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Disappearing Act || Theodore & Daphne
Everything was perfect for two weeks, but Daphne should have known that something would happen to throw a wrench in the machine of her life. After she had idly started packing her things in hopes of receiving an invitation to live with Bentley again, she learned that he had left on yet another business trip. Daphne couldn't fault him, of course -- he had a life and he was an extremely important part of a big business -- but she did reserve the right to feel disappointed by the way everything had turned out. If nothing else, she did take time to pout about the fact that she would be living with her temporary roommate for the foreseeable future.
Though the air of cabbage had dissipated around her living-space, Daphne still cringed every time she saw her roomie at the stove. It shouldn't have been surprising that she made an excuse to bolt to the office as soon as it was made evident that they would be having 'home-made soup! Your favorite!' for dinner, and -- from there -- Daphne made her way to Theodore's.
It took only a few minutes after stopping by her apartment to grab some clothes, her toothbrush, and minor necessities. Her roomie didn't even notice that she was in and out of the apartment in a matter of minutes, but Daphne hadn't said good-bye either -- such uncharacteristic behavior for a woman who was so cheerful. Then again, who could be cheerful all the time?
After making her way to Theodore's apartment without even bothering to mentally assess whether or not she was doing the right thing, Daphne rapped thrice on the door and -- if it was unlocked -- elected to let herself in.
"Hey! It's just me! I'm not a murderer." A beat passed, "Where are the cats?" Priorities.
