Checkers in the park was a daily activity for Joseph when he wasn’t working. With his age increasing, he was his general losing motor skills, resorting to a slow game of checkers in the park to pass the time, not that he minded really. The people he played with were just as old, and occasionally got a younger opponent. It was just nice to get out of the house and talk to someone.

Across the table of his current game, sat his dearest best friend,  Avdol, playing against him. He had almost forgot what he was doing, staring off at the birds playing in a puddle off in the distance. Simple distractions were easy to come by at this age, sighing to himself when he would catch himself.

Avdol had just finished his turn, waiting for Joseph to snap back to reality, which he did, running a hand across his face, hand bumping against his glasses. His friend had chosen to take out one of his chips. He wasn’t going to admit defeat, but it was clear Avdol was winning. 

“Back home, we have this show- a new version of it actually just came out. Star Trek; Next Generation.” The older man’s eyes lit up, “It’s so cool! Do you have anything as cool as Star Trek? No. I don’t think so." He pulled up his hand and started counting on his fingers, like a child.

//Speedwagon is fucking excellent and flawless and tough as shit

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Hey Kate!

  There are so very few Avdol roleplay blogs ( if any other than you ) and he is a character I adore so much and feel like you capture very well in your portrayal of him. I feel like there is lots of space, especially in the future for both of our characters to expand and go through the angst of having things they both desire but cannot have. It is really an interesting concept and I am very much enjoying exploring it with you! Thanks so much for being such a sweet person and introducing yourself, it would be so awesome to talk to you on Skype or something like that some time, yeah?

Avdol’s eyes fluttered open slightly as the sun shone through the sky light in the living room. He almost frowned the when he felt an immense weight on his chest. Frowning was the last thing his did though once he had turned his head to see Polnareff sleeping peacefully, curled up on the couch with him, asleep on his chest. Of course the fortune teller couldnt help but melt into a calm smile and allowed himself even to run a hand through the other man’s silver hair. “Jean…?” He whispered.

He was dead asleep, exhausted from cleaning and dusting whatever he deemed as not ‘too private’ to disturb. This place was in Cairo, so of course it gathered enough dust to make half of France sneeze at once. But once Avdol had come home, he’d settled down on the couch with him to read. He couldn’t even really recall what happened afterward, he was so tired.

  It became quite evident at the mere sight of him that he was injured, though he ( appeared to have ) paid no mind to it. He had different priorities, ones that would drown out aches like they were nothing. Footsteps were set with hesitation, him stumbling somewhat as he walked, eventually leaning onto the nearest wall. He didn’t want to cave in to this temptation, he was stronger than that--- he had survived MORE than that. Eyes gazed upward, voice calling out in a manner extraordinarily desperate for him. 

 //you're so genuinely great and your pol is...

//this was supposed to be on anon!! *hides under a rock* Aaaaaaaa

//pshaaaaaw don’t feel embarrassed about compliments! GIVE THEM PROUDLY AND WITHOUT SHAME. Here, I shall show you.