[ota] this is just a tribute

[hamelinic]

So apparently there are a zillion things going wrong with the Deck these days. Murders and Challenges and hijinks and all the sort of thing which really, well, if the denizens don't expect it by now, they're just not the best at denizen-ing this particular location of denizenship, are they.

So you know who isn't concerned? This Joker.

And you know who is still riding a high from his weekend get-away with his super-best-friend Johniel? Also this Joker. So you know who is ready to talk your ear off about elephants and dyeing silk and macaroni on a stick? Yes, still Cynric. He is, at least, playing very energetically while he babbles.

Seriously, though. Mac and cheese. On a stick. You know you have hours to listen to him talk about that. Don't be shy.

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[messire_messer]

His judgement of what is a good idea and what is not is skewed by his indulgence of his friends and his desire to Art. Well. Mostly his desire to Art.

Maybe he should have been a pastry chef, had he the patience.

His face falls slightly at the question, choosing instead to poke at the glass for a slice of death by chocolate cake. Does his falling into the ocean and the current hole in his bridge have to be discussed?

[hamelinic]

"...that good, eh?"

It's okay, fun friend. Because now is the time to pretend not to hug while dropping his chin on top of the other man's briefly.

"What's next, then?"

[messire_messer]

The pretend-not-love is appreciated, buddy. Truly.

"Well, fixing the bridge. Then there's these sculptures I've promised Lasse Rasmussen. Half done, so that's all right. Then mac and cheese, I suppose. Unless there's something else catches my eye." Nudge nudge. Is he not supposed to be feeding up.

[hamelinic]

"Sculptures?"

Of what thing. Tell him with words. Tell him with words or the poking starts in the opposite direction.

[messire_messer]

"Cardinal directions. I had West done already," although it had just been a sculpture without a theme, "and then Lasse offered materials and money to complete the set for his restaurant." He puffs up his chest. "North's done, and now for East. He's lent me his odd-ends-room to work in."

[hamelinic]

...ooh. Ooh ooh ooh.

"What's North look like?"

[messire_messer]

Tut tut tut, Cynric. And another tut for good measure. "Are y'not going to see what it looks like?"

[hamelinic]

"Are words too hard?" Pleeeease. Please he is the clingingest not-hugger of clearly about to steal some of this chocolat cake.

Pleeeeease.

[messire_messer]

"You're going to say I didn't describe well enough," he accuses half-heartedly, slicing off a piece with his fork to hold idly and not at all notice Cynric stealing. "It's mostly metal, set with glass pieces out of lots of old ugly lamps Lasse had. And I've got a bulb inside."

[hamelinic]

"But 'm also going to say it's genius."

Does the Chiveccent make it better. Does the happy 'gnam' sound as he steals a bite make it less ridiculous.

"Does it light up, then?"

[messire_messer]

No it doesn't. It actually makes him stab him with the fork a little. By accident, Cynric will understand. Rap hopes he does, anyway. "Right. Or Lasse will shove it somewhere that the sun'll shine through it, maybe."

[hamelinic]

It's cool. Cynric speaks Spade. He knows how they express love through stabbings. Give him a second to 'gnam' away the searing pain of fork-stabbing.

"Thought the expression involved the sun not shining."

[messire_messer]

Give him a moment to cycle back through his words as he wrinkles his nose on a bite of cake. "Oh! No, not the idiom. Just a sunny spot in his restaurant. Give cats a place to aim for when they sneak in."

[hamelinic]

"And the people?"

Don't pretend you never lie in sun spots, sir. Don't even pretend. Patches of sunlight are the best and everyone knows it.

[messire_messer]

Oh, Cynric. "Have to be rather small people. I suppose it can be a magnet for when people lose their children during their meals."

Which is not exactly a denial of lying in sun spots. Just him lying in that particular sun spot.

[hamelinic]

Boo. Booooooo. Boo but also another bite of cake.

"Could be whole marketing strategy. Adult drinks after dinner while the children play with specks of light."

[messire_messer]

"Lovely summer project. I suspect if you went and told Lasse now, you'd get a succession of free meals." Or a pat on the back and one free meal. Something like that.

Also hah last quarter of the cake into his mouth. It can totally fit.

[hamelinic]

Choke on that lack of sharing, sir. But also accept this lean of comfortable contemplation.

"You think?"

[messire_messer]

"Lasse is such a generous soul, d'you know?" Hand to forehead in mock swoon. His patron is so wonderful, Cynric, he must resort to this.

[hamelinic]

So worthy of swooning. And of wiping an imaginary tear from the eye, apparently.

"You are indeed a blessed and lucky man, Rap."

[messire_messer]

"I know it in my heart, my friend, I can assure you." Dramatic hand to heart. Perhaps over-dramatic hand to heart, seeing as his coffee's knocked over and spilling across the table onto both of them.

[hamelinic]

...whoops.

Now, see, Cynric's instinct when large spills happen is to scatter. Hopefully Rap knows this is the plan.

If not, the Joker will see you later, sir, because he's absolutely skedaddling.

[messire_messer]

He'll feel indignant later. Right now, he's keeping the spill confined to the table and not dripping onto him. And fast-talking the waitress that comes to help him into letting him doodle in the spill a while until it's properly dried. And creating another masterwork of ephemeral art which is quite a good portrait if he does say so himself, even if the waitress whose portrait he's done doesn't quite see it that way.

Later is when he patently refuses to make mac and cheese on a stick.

[hamelinic]

Then later is when there will be a long period of shock followed by a longer period of wailing. And probably the bargaining for assistance and the forever flopping on the floor lacking the will to live.

There will not be a stage of acceptance. None. Ever.

[messire_messer]

Can he evict Cynric from his flat or will there be clinging to the doorframe? Either way, Rap is patient. So patient up until his self-appointed bedtime. "Come on. Off the floor."