Dorian Hobbs (PT): oh! what does he do
that he needs an assistant. *peers at Angel's midsection* hello, baby!
Izzy Malloy: *Covers her mouth, giggling as
she answers the question in her filthy little mind*
Angel Hope: She chuckles softly and
touches Dorian's head. "He's just...Busy."
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *blinks up to Izzy with
a grin* what's funny? did a butterfly wake up in your hair and tickle you?
Dorian Hobbs (PT): so am i! i'm always
busy. so much to do, so much to see! so much to ~learn~!! *eyes sparkling with
glee*
Angel Hope: ((BRB - gotta check on Nyte!))
Dorian Hobbs (PT): ((okies! *sets out
kitten treats*))
Izzy Malloy: Dorian: Yup. They're always
doin' that.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *nods soberly* oh, i
know! it's usually interesting, though. you never do know what kind's going to
show off its wings. do they come out sometimes while you're sleeping and wake
you up by tickling your nose?
Angel Hope: She chuckles, listening to
them. ((He's so cute and soooooo skittish. *SIGH*))
Dorian Hobbs (PT): ((*snuggles ya both*
he'll settle down eventually. *G*))
Izzy Malloy: Mmmm, nope. Dat's usually my
eyebrows comin' back after a night of smokin'...
Angel Hope: Her brow arches slightly and
she shakes her head, not quite able to follow their conversation.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *wrinkles her nose* ew!
i set my hair on fire once. it was interesting. but i think i learned enough
from the one time. maybe!
Izzy Malloy: Dorian: It's best to err on the
side of caution...
Dorian Hobbs (PT): "caaaaaaautioooon......"
*draws the word out as if tasting it. purses her lips thoughtfully* mmmm, no.
it's probably safest to err on that side, but it's a lot more boring. better to
learn and live than to sit like a lump of stale goo! *nodding earnestly, a hand
rising to catch her hat before it falls off*
Angel Hope: "Just, no more hair on fire.
That's...Scary."
Izzy Malloy: *Looks to Angel* Keep her away
from the fireplace, I think
Angel Hope: "Probably best, yes."
Dorian Hobbs (PT): oh, no. *assures them
both* i won't burn my hair tonight. *cheery blink. she didn't say she wouldn't
try to burn ANY hair. or that she'd not try to burn hers for some reason
tomorrow*
Angel Hope: "Thank you," she says,
offering Dorian a sweet smile.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *giggles* you're
welcome! *blinks* i want...pie! *looks about as if some will suddenly
materialize*
Angel Hope: "PIe?"
Angel Hope: ((I think we lost Rusty))
Dorian Hobbs (PT): ((meep!!!! *droops*))
yes. pie. *nods* pie's good for you. it's got eggs and flour and milk and fruit!
those are supposed to be healthy, since that's protein, dairy, grains, and
veggie-ish stuff. so it must be good for you. *a brief pause to ponder* well.
some pie has fruit. some have chocolate! and eight ounces of dark chocolate a
day is very good for your heart.
Angel Hope: "You're quite the little
encyclopedia of food..."
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *blinks cheerily* i
know a lot of things about things. and i like eating. i like shiny things, too.
*eyes dart toward those coveted tassles for a moment*
Angel Hope: "Ah." Her eyes flick down and
she grins, tossing her cup into the garbage before untying the cheap rope belt
and offering it to Dorian.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *squeals and pounces,
snatching for the belt with bright, eager eyes and fondling it happily* oh,
you're simply divine! *and hugs the woman. yes, the woman she just met. right
out on the street. quite empathically*
Angel Hope: Angel laughs and hugs her
back gently, stroking her hair. "You're welcome, sweeting."
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *a delighted little bit
of a wiggle* oh, i do think i like you. *nods cheerily* shall we go hunting for
Pie together?
Gregory Cash:
The man makes his way down the street, his eyes
calmly flicking about the vicinity as he does, a coffee in his right hand. He's
maybe 30, 35 years of age, tall and well-proportioned, with short black hair and
a matching goatee. His dress is a crimson poet's shirt, the same color as the
curtains, over a pair of black leather pants. A heavy black coat completes the
ensamble, along with a pair of knee-high boots, soft leather. His eyes are a
deep, dark green, skin a bronzed tan.
Angel Hope -> Gregory Cash:
((do you need Angel's descrip? *chuckle* Cause I
so forgot to cut and paste it.))
Angel Hope: "I'm not so sure about pie,
but I could definitely go for some chocolate icecream with fudge."
Dorian Hobbs (PT): ((*looks for the
curtains!* need a DD of the bitty bit?))
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *laughs* why not have
both? and sprinkles? *a gamine grin*
Angel Hope: "Oooh...And roast beef."
Gregory Cash:
((Please, Dorian))
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *She's a veritable
microbe of a female, standing as tall as she can at a slender four feet, five
inches. Her skin is slightly olive, and her hair is long, straight, and a funny,
furlike shade of brown. Twinkling eyes are very dark, almost black--either
filled with earnest mischeif or foggy with thoughts of somewhere, somewhen,
else. She wears glasses set in plain brown lenses. The young woman's face is
thin, with sharp cheekbones and a short, round-tipped nose. She favors jeans or
slacks, long-sleeved white blouses, and likes to accessorize with a tailed tux
jacket and tophat--both of which are battered and patched. In nasty weather, she
wears and actual greatcoat, with the sleeves and hem scissored away so she
doesn't trip over them.*
Dorian Hobbs (PT): or ham. i like ham! and
peanuts. *bounces eagerly and scopes the street. ignoring the cafe behind them*
where shall we start our hunt?
Angel Hope: She frowns thoughtfully, brows
furrowed. "I'm not sure..."
Gregory Cash:
He glances up, an adoring smile coming to his
face as he heads in the direction ot Angel and Dorian. The smile doesn't,
perhaps not surprisingly, seem to be directed at Dorian, who he hasn't really
seem to noticed as of yet...his eyes are only for Angel.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): maybe the boot man
will know! *points cheerily toward Gregory*
Angel Hope: "Gregory," she calls, her face
lighting up beautifully as Dorian turns her attention to him.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *giggles merrily and
scopes the guy out.* goodness. he's as tall as a troll! a veritable mountain of
masculinity. i want boots like those...*eyes them greedily*
Gregory Cash:
"Good evening, dear Beauty." He smiles warmly to
Angel, coming up and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "How are you?" A quick
glance and polite nod goes to Dorian.
Angel Hope: "Wonderful now," she murmurs,
turning to kiss his lips softly and slowly. "He is, isn't he," she asks, smiling
at Dorian as she slips her arm around Gregory's waist.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): hello, Boots! are you a
Puss? *a cheerful blink* did you know that Persians used to bury their dead in
buckets shaped like boots? i wonder if they used the litterbox.
Gregory Cash:
He looks back to Dorian as an arm slides around
Angel's shoulder, regarding her with amusement. "I don't imagine they did.
Hello." He extends a hand to her. "I'm Gregory. Nice to meet you."
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *takes his hand and
looks it over curiously. not shaking it. examining it* i'm Claudia Rowel!
Angel Hope: Angel, feather-head that she
is upon occasion blinks, having forgotten Dorian's name.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): why don't you imagine
it? is something wrong with your creativity button? everyone should imagine
everything or else nothign at all would get done, you know. *a cheery blink*
Gregory Cash:
"Hello, Claudia." He takes his hand back when she
doesn't shake it. "A pleasure."
Angel Hope: She frowns. That, however,
didn't sound quite right.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): yep! *giggles and
bounces happily, coattails swinging* we're hunting pie. and roast beef. and ice
cream--with sprinkles. and ham. and peanuts. would you happen to know where such
diverse prey might be found?
Gregory Cash:
"I imagine pleanty, Claudia. Just not that." He
raises an eyebrow, chuckling, and looks to Angel. "Not catching you at an
inopportune time, am I, my love?"
Angel Hope: "Not at all, baby," she says,
smiling. "Cravings," she murmurs ominously.
Gregory Cash:
A brief nod to Angel, with sympathatic eyes.
"Understood." He looks back to Dorian. "I'll wager that we can find a restaraunt
that works for most of that."
Dorian Hobbs (PT): i crave those boots.
*again looking at them lustfully. and yes, the tassled belt is still getting
petted and fondled happily*
Angel Hope: "You can't have his boots,
Claudia...If you get his boots, what'll he wear,"s he asks, laughing softly.
Angel Hope: ((BRB))
Gregory Cash:
"I can direct you on where to buy yourself a
pair," he offers helpfully enough, a hand trailling lightly over Angel's back.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): he has skin on his
feet, or fur, since he's a PUss in Boots! *grins and nods happily* yes! i wnat
to know where to get boots just like those.....*eyeing them again*
Angel Hope: "She's like a little crow or
ferret," she murmurs, laughing softly as she leans into Gregory.
Gregory Cash:
"I see that," he answers Angel, before looking to
Dorian. "There's an apparel store in Brooklyn that has this kind of thing...the
prices are steep, but well worthwhile."
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *somethign about that
makes her grin widely* where is this place? *skips in place again, head turning
to follow a woman in a shockingly BLUE coat*
Angel Hope: Angel tugs her cloak more
tightly about her, smiling, listening to the two of them talk. Gregory had
purchased most of her wardrobe so she'd never actually been to the shop.
Gregory Cash:
"The corner of 9th and Beverly. A small little
place, called Ancient Wonders."
Angel Hope: "Its where he got my clothes,"
she says, running hands down her soft curves, the velvet of the demi-cote soft
beneath her fingers.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *suddenly strikes a
pose and does a little hip-groove, singing* beverly hills! that's wehere i wanna
BE! goody gumdrops! i like the name, it sounds like a fun place to learn all
sorts of stuff! and....~boots~!! which are made for walking.
Angel Hope: She laughs brightly, glancing
up at Gregory with a kind of 'can I keep her' look.
Gregory Cash:
He smiles to Angel. "And you look exquisite in
them." Another kiss is pressed to her lips, before he pulls back a bit to look
to Dorian. "Give them my name, Gregory Cash. The owner there, Jacen, is a friend
of mine...he'll be happy to help you out, Claudia."
Dorian Hobbs (PT): yay! *a little bit
of a spin, her greatcoat clobbering a few poeple. she just gives them all a wide
grin--so HAPPY!* Gregory Cash! Jacen knows his name! *sung to "beverly hills"*
Gregory Cash:
He watches Dorian with bemusement, chuckling and
looking back to Angel with a little shrug.
Angel Hope: She grins brightly and leans
up to nuzzle along Gregory's jaw. "love you. She's too adorable isn't she?"
Dorian Hobbs (PT): i'm still all hunterish,
though. *stopping suddenly and staaaaaaaaring at the pair, eyes gleaming with a
blend of humor, hunger, and curiousity* we must hunt! like a pack of wolves! the
ham is feeding by the light of the moon and we mustn't let it escape! *holding
up a finger, over her head, to announce these facts*
Angel Hope: Angel blinks rapidly, smiling.
Gregory Cash:
"She is," he agrees with a chuckle. "So, to
ham-hunting it is, then?"
Dorian Hobbs (PT): yes! *nods
earnestly, holding on to her precious top hat* and ice cream hunting. luckily,
they graze in mixed packs. before we all puff away in this violent wind from
lack of sustenance! *a toothy grin and a bounce*
Angel Hope: "Icecream," she moans
playfully, trying to give it that old fashioned Zombie movie draw.
Gregory Cash:
He laughs softly, and nods. "Let's away, then."
He leans down to murmur to Angel. "I love you, too, by the way, dear Beauty."
Angel Hope: "I know." she smiles
sweetly.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *chortles gleefully*
joyful! lead the way, oh Leader of the Pack! *bows to the man, sweeping off her
hat again. hair long enough to drag the ground as she bends over. she doesn't
really seem to care**
Gregory Cash:
"And away I shall." He moves to head along,
toward the only restaraunt he knows of that one can get both ham and ice cream
at.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *trots along with the
pair, grinning from ear to ear* feeding time! grrrr! *growls cheerfully*
Angel Hope: Angel moves at his side, her
fingers clutching at the waist of his pants as she fights for her balance on the
icey sidewalk...She has to be wearing those platform boots again.
Gregory Cash:
((Off to DT Rest?))
RESTAURANT
Gregory Cash:
The restauraut in question, more on the upscale
end, is located not far from where they are...a nice place, with lots of room
for privacy. Gregory follows in behind Angel, chuckling at her exuberance before
he moves up to the maitre d', requesting a table for three.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *scampers in, looking
around hungrily. briefly distracted by a poster stuck on the wall of the place*
Angel Hope: "My stomach is gnawing on my
spine!" She grins brightly to Gregory and Dorian, bouncing lightly on he high
toes of her boots.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *peers at Angel's back*
it's going very slowly, so i think you've got a little more time before your
legs fall off. *informs the woman cheerfully* where's the ham?
Gregory Cash:
The maitre d' leads them to a small, secluded
table in the back. Gregory guides Angel to a seat, pulling it out for her.
Angel Hope: She laughs. "yay!
Angel Hope: She blushes happily and sits,
shrugging out of her heavy cloak. "Its a cute restaurant, gregory."
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *doesn't pull the chair
out. simply wriggles into a chair fromunder the table and grins widely*
Gregory Cash:
"I like it, on the rare ocassion that I go out to
eat and don't get take-out or rely on you, my love," he says with a chuckle. The
chair is pushed in a little, before he seats himself. The waiter passes out
menus and lists a couple specials...nothing with ham or ice cream, sadly. More
steak and crab-ish.
Angel Hope: "Oooh...Crab legs," she
murmurs, almost drooling, her eyes fixed on the menu.
Gregory Cash:
"Get whatever you like, my love. And you too,
Dorian. My treat."
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *eyes the waiter,not
bothering with the menu* ham. peanuts. pie. roast beef. chocoate ice cream with
fudge and sprinkles. and....hmmm...*glances to Angel* never mind the
Worchestershire sauce this time. *beams happily* and a glass of cream!
Angel Hope: "I want two pounds of crablegs."
She laughs. "But i'll settle for one with drawn butter."
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *beams at Gregory
happily* you're just as nice as Divine Angel, Puss in Boots!
Gregory Cash:
The waiter takes down the orders with a raised
eyebrow, a bit non-plussed but without comment. He glances to gregory, who
chuckles and orders himself a steak. "Thank you, Dorian," he says to her after
the waiter has moved away.
Angel Hope: "He's better," she says,
grinning.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *blows the man a kiss,
along with a happy burble* what do you do other than buying stuff from Jacen for
pretty Angels who've misplaced their wings? *cheery blink,reaching for the table
seasonings to fiddle restlessly with them*
Angel Hope: She blushes, ducking her head
as she sips at her icewater.
Gregory Cash:
He laughs a little at that, a hand coming over to
pat Angel's knee. "I do what I can to make her blissfully happy."
Angel Hope: "He succeeds. Being with him is
like heaven."
Gregory Cash:
"Oh, thank you." A little grin that he can't help
at the woman's choice of words.
Angel Hope: She laughs happily, smiling
over at gregory from beneath pale lashes.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *chortles softly*
where did you put your halo? *which one is she speaking to?*
Gregory Cash:
"Ahh, lost mine many years ago," he says with a
light shrug.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): oh, you should look for
it. *grins brightly* halos would make wonderful nightlights,i suspect.
*refolding her napkin into an intricate pattern*
Angel Hope: "I've never had one," she says,
smiling.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *laughs* of course you
have one, somewhere. *nods cheerfully*
Angel Hope: "Nope," she says, shaking
her head.
Gregory Cash:
"Hers shines brightly at appropriate moments," he
says, leaning back in his chair as he sips at his water.
Angel Hope: Her brown eyes roll and she
resists the urge to stick out her tongue, taking a sip of her water instead.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *grins widely* see? he
says you have one. and you said he's nicer than you. so.....he's probably right.
also, i agree with him. *wriggles a bit, turning to stare at teh sparkling
necklace of a woman seated across the room* ooooo.......
Angel Hope: She leans towards Gregory
with a grin. "Remind me, if she ever comes over, to put the silver away," she
whispers, voice definitely playfull.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): silver? where? *looks
around a moment, then fastens bright, merry eyes on Angel*
Angel Hope: "The silver at home," she says,
chuckling.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): where's home?
*giggling, eyes dancing*
Angel Hope: She glances to Gregory, letting
him field this one.
Gregory Cash:
"I'll remember," he says with a chuckle. At
Dorian's question, he looks to her. "Home is north of here a good ways."
Dorian Hobbs (PT): north. that's the
direction of winter and death. *grins* do you live in hell, then?
Angel Hope: "No. Heaven on earth," she says
softly, her hand seeking Gregory's beneath the table.
Gregory Cash:
A raised eyebrow from Gregory, and he regards
Dorian a moment before chuckling, a brief glance given to Angel. "No. No, not
Hell. Though if you spend enough time there, you might think it." He grins.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): heaven on earth must be
an interesting place. do you have cherubs runnign amok, shooting people with wee
arrows tipped with hearts? *grins cheekily. and sips her cream*
Gregory Cash:
"You'd be surprised."
Angel Hope: "No, we have fertility
faeries."
Dorian Hobbs (PT): any place you have to
stay all the time would be rather hellish. once you've scrounged up all the
learning you can out of a place.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): oh, really? please,
do tell them hello from me. *grins widely* i'm rather fond of fairies. it's the
wings, you know. *waggles her brows* sexy!
Angel Hope: Angel laughs and sips at her
water, grinning brightly.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *calmly dumps sugar
into her cream and uses her butter knife to stir the result happily*
Gregory Cash:
"Yes, the wings are quite nice." He smiles,
looking up at the waiter as the food comes and is set out. Good thing Dorian has
her own side of the table.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *beams at the
spread. and begins to eat as if she's nto seen food in a month. kind enough not
to simply mix everything together, after a glance to Angel. but,s he does pile
ham and roast beef on the smae plate, cutting the meat up and chowing down*
mmmmmm.......
Angel Hope: her eyes light up as that pile
of crablegs is set before her and she, quite literally, moans in appreciation.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): may i try one?
*grins* you can have some roast beef! it's delicious. tender and juicy. *gnaws a
bite of ham-beef hungrily*
Dorian Hobbs (PT): i think wings would
make it hard to get into some places, though. they'd catch on stuff. *samples
the ice cream and hums appreciatively*
Angel Hope: "Of course," she says,
gesturing at her plate.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): yay! *snags one. a
nice, big, juciy-looking one. and rmemebers the roast beef. sets down a bit on
top of the crab legs. and then proceeds to chew on the leg, disdaining the
shell-crackers*
Angel Hope: "It...Helps to break open the
shell and THEN eat the meat."
Gregory Cash:
He eats quietly, watching Dorian and Angel with
no small amount of gentle amusement.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): but it's much more
fun this way. *gnawgnawchewCRACK! seemingly quite happy to start trying to suck
out the crab meat. she does pause for another bite of ice cream*
Angel Hope: She fights with the crablegs,
laughing a bit as occasionally a bit of meat goes flying across the table.
Gregory Cash:
The woman's eating habits draw a quick stare,
before he shakes his head a bit. "How was your day, my love?" he says with a
look to Angel.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *flying crabmeat?
where? what crabmeat? none such is left loose on HER side of the table. and
shesucks and chews every scrap off her crableg before resuiming the devastating
attack on the meat. alternating with mouthfuls of peanuts*
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *grins to Gregory* if
you can't have fun wherever you are, you're boring. *as if that's the greatest
sin around*
Angel Hope: "It was good," she says. "I'd
intended to shop but your son or daughter decided to keep me running for the
restroom most of the day," she says, chuckling.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *chuckles* i went
shopping today. for books. and i found some good ones...*gloating, passing a
loving hand over her briefcase*
Gregory Cash:
"I'd imagine he or she is getting quite good at
that," he says to Angel with a smile.
Angel Hope: She grins to Dorian. "I was
looking for Holiday gifts. So hard to do between my stomach and my bladder." She
smiles, utterly contented, and leans into gregory.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *shrugs* i don't have
anyone to buy holy day presents for. *makes the last of the peanuts disappear,
followed swiftly by the last of the meat. and then tackles the melting remains
of the ice cream*
Gregory Cash:
"Ahh, yes, that Holiday thing." He says it with
an easy sort of chuckle, lightly teasing. "I suppose I should get to that,
hmmm?"
Dorian Hobbs (PT): *tilts her bowl to
scrape the last tastes of fudgey ice cream goo from the bottom*
Angel Hope: "You've probably started a
month or more ago," she teases, chuckling.
Gregory Cash:
He waggles eyebrows to Angel and grins.
Dorian Hobbs (PT): i'm going to buy myself
more books for a present, i think. perhaps some interesting-looking other stuff.
*grins brightly* what are you gettign for yourselves? *pulls the pie in front of
herself and stabs off a nice taste. she didn't even ask what kind. then again,
she doesn't seem to ~care~. it is Pie. and that suffices*
Gregory Cash:
"Getting for myself?" He seems confused at that.
"I didn't realize one bought oneself things for Christmas."
Dorian Hobbs (PT): why should everyone else have all the fun? *grins widely*