THE SANDBOX

[wolfintheattic]

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[smoothkreminal]

"Well, I'm thinking you don't, or at least haven't. You look ready for a nap." Judging by the yawn and the presence of coffee, he's trying to avoid taking one though.

He'll lean forward on the table though, ready for a good listen, potentially able to share a story of his own as well, but he'll nod to him, a little uncertain, but... "You also look like you could use a break. When's the last time you went out and did anything?" The chargers, maker willing, would be going out again tonight, though he isn't sure if he's ready to ask the man to join them. That might be too embarrassing, or someone in their drunken stupor might say something stupid. He'd rather avoid that for a while.

[goldeneyeball]

"I went to the grocery store yesterday," he said before finally taking a bite. He liked this new method of cheating. Sure he tested things to make sure they were quality, but he never sat down to enjoy them. The most he made for himself was an omelette or a sandwich. Maybe an orange once in a while to keep from getting scurvy.

[smoothkreminal]

"That's pathetic," And he says that in the nicest way possible, speaking like he'd talk with the chief, "I mean really go out. There must be something you like to do. I...I'd go with you if you needed some company."

And then Krem promptly stuffs his mouth with a bite of Cinnamon twist because well. That makes it so he has a few seconds to come up with something to say if the other man shoots him down or says something ugly.

[goldeneyeball]

JW lifted a brow as Krem muffled himself. He had a feeling the guy was going to be incredibly disappointed, but he did ask. "I walk. I find things on the ground. Sell 'em. The bakery is much more exciting, trust me."

[smoothkreminal]

"Hey, if it's a hobby it's yours. Don't tell anyone, but when I'm not fighting I like to sew." He had swallowed in record time because that wasn't a no, even if it wasn't a yes either. "Doesn't have to be exciting to be something you like."

He had picked some things up from his father when he was younger, though back then it had been mending clothes and helping out when his mother thought it was right work for a person like him. Embroidery was her idea of sewing, even if he had wanted to help his father more. He had never protested when she wasn't around though, so Krem had at least picked up a few things. "Anywhere in particular you like to walk?"

[goldeneyeball]

The baker's guarded frown lessened some. He still wasn't so sure he wanted Krem along for his little treasure hunts because some of that 'finding' bordered on stealing. But still. It would be nice to walk the long roads with somebody else for a change.

"Hope you know how to deal with faeries then."

The good stuff was always guarded.

"What do you sew?"

Was JW considering trading baked goods for some pants that reached his damn shoes? Yes, yes he was.

[smoothkreminal]

The comment catches him off guard, staring at the other man for a moment before, "You pick up things that belong to the fae?" He is really hoping that's not how he lost those teeth. He wants to say that even he isn't that stupid, but going after silvans, giant spiders and at times dragonlings, he can't imagine it's much different. Well, except for JW does it alone. "I'm sure you know they hold grudges then."

Still, he'll take another bite of his cinnamon twist and lean back in his chair, two legs on the ground. "Shirts, dolls, just keeps me occupied if I'm not out with the boys or working out. It's amazing what you can accomplish just sitting on your ass watching Tv."

[goldeneyeball]

"HAH! Gods, no! They're just thick in the woods that my roads like to cut through. I only took from a fae once."

He gestured to his antlers.

"But you're here to hear about teeth, am I right?"

[smoothkreminal]

"I see you learned your lesson." Or maybe he hadn't. He had been wondering about the antlers. He didn't look qunari, too small, the horns were wrong, but he hadn't wanted to ask. "I'm not sure I'd like to deal with the fae though, tricksy sort, aren't they?" And he's not sure he'd like to put himself in that sort of situation. But...if JW did it alone, he supposed he could.

"And I suppose I am," Though more for him than teeth, but...he's already said too much this morning, offered more than he should have, and he'd rather not embarrass himself. "So, you want to tell me then?"

[goldeneyeball]

"Tricksy? They're downright homicidal!"

But even as he said it, he grinned with a sort of manic excitement. JW was a thrill-seeker even if he acted like a work-chained fuddy duddy.

The baker leaned back and finished the bite he was working on before opening his mouth and pointing to the missing tooth on his right, lower side.

"Fell down a flight of stairs."

And then he grinned at Krem as if he'd just delivered the most enthralling story ever.

[smoothkreminal]

Krem blinked, having not expected that, though he smiles right back. "So you lost a fight with the stairs. Sounds like a tough battle. You said the other one wasn't from a fight, you'll have to tell me how you lost it too."

He could be sassy right back, JW, be careful.

[goldeneyeball]

"Ah ah!" He waved a finger. "I didn't say anything about where these suckers went. I didn't even tell you how I fell down the stairs. But what I did say is, the story's not free."

[smoothkreminal]

"Alright, what's the price then." He sits up a little, elbow on the table, ready to strike a bargain. Krem isn't afraid of a little gamble, and he's certainly not below teasing, so he's all ready for this chase.

"It's yours to name."

[goldeneyeball]

JW made a big show of scooting his chair around so that he could look at his own menu board. And honestly he didn't actually spend a lot of time looking at it unless he was adjusting prices to compensate for ingredients and such.

"Hmm...that's a no-brainer. I want two chocolate brownies."

[smoothkreminal]

"So much for your diet, but sure. I'll cough up." He glances at the menu himself, figuring out the change, and slips a hand in his pocket for his wallet yet again.

He was just about to comment on how dinner would be more filling, but after asking him if he wanted company on his walks, he thinks dinner is for another day. One where he hasn't used all his flirting points up in one go.

[goldeneyeball]

"It doesn't count if someone else buys it. Them's the rules." He took Krem's money and went and bought himself one of his own damn brownies before sitting back down and offering him one of the two. Sharing! "To be honest, I think these are my best, but not a lotta people pick 'em. I guess they figure they've had one brownie they've had 'em all."

[smoothkreminal]

"I wasn't aware there were rules like that with diets. Is it part of a program?" He grins, though admittedly he's again surprised when JW shares, considering the brownie. He didn't eat a lot of sweets, and he had to work later, he wasn't like The Iron Bull, knocking back all the cupcakes in the world every morning. But...he did at least want to try it.

When he takes a bite, it's moist, and decadent, and he could definitely say that he's in love with JW's brownies, possibly more than he is with the man's cinnamon twists right out of the oven. "This is sin...do you have that bottled up somewhere in the back? Can't imagine how much you'd have to put in a bowl to make it taste this good though..."

[goldeneyeball]

"I keep telling you I'm a god," he said around his own mouthful. But then it was story time. "Alright, so, when a friend of mine and I were kids, we were pretty poor so one thing we'd do is wait and see if folks dropped off old sofas or whatever on the curb and then go gut them in search of hidden money or anything else we can sell. We were't the only ones with this idea so it was a real lions and hyenas kind of deal. I used to be a good three feet shorter than this if you can believe it."

He paused and took another bite of brownie.

"So when we heard our neighbor was going to dump their sofa soon we got this fantastic idea. They were going to the store that day to get the new sofa. So we thought, hey, why don't we just STEAL the old one and save them the trouble of hauling it off. Naturally we tried to fit it through the window and down a third story fire escape."

[smoothkreminal]

Krem listened, though he hadn't ever stolen to keep himself fed, his fathers work did well enough to keep what they needed to survive on the table, even if it wasn't much. But he listens, and was surprised at the imagination on him, wondering how much someone really hid in a sofa after they'd been tossed. "i can't imagine it was such an illustrious business, but..." He can't help but cover his mouth as he describes attempting to sneak it out of a third story window.

"Even now I can see a sofa crushing you. How would you even get it out the window? Let alone down the stairs."

[goldeneyeball]

JW wheezed out a little laugh at his own expense. "My teenage years are pretty hazy to tell you the truth. BUt you know, for a couple of stoned kids we did a pretty good job getting that sofa almost to the second story. One of us realized we could have just gutted it while we were in their apartment. Horas twisted his foot and let go of the sofa. I rode it the rest of the way down. And tada!"

He poked the very tip of is tongue through the gap in his teeth.

[smoothkreminal]

"The real story behind the fight with the staircase, I got it." Though admittedly he can see JW a stoner, wondering if he still did some work with special brownies or not. They would definitely sell if they all tasted like this anyways.

"It's a wonder you only lost a tooth. I've been trampled before by something much smaller than a sofa and I practically broke my arm."

[goldeneyeball]

"What can I say? I'm resilient!"

He wiped his hands off on his apron again and thatched his fingers together on the table.

"So, about that sewing of yours. Ever make a pair of slacks before?"

[smoothkreminal]

"A god, yes. You've told me," He smiles and leans back in his chair, thinking on it a moment. He wasn't sure he'd ever made pants like he might want, but...

"I've made shorts before. Underwear. Though can't say I've made pants. I'm sure I could get a pattern for it though, can't be too hard. All sewing is, is putting the pieces together and stitching. Kind of relaxing really, if you're not doing it to make a living."

[goldeneyeball]

JW turned again in his seat to hike up a leg and show Krem how his hem never quite hit his shoes. Hell, they hardly covered the ends of his socks.

"Being immortal means it's hard to find a good Big and Tall shop. How would you feel about a trade? I'll bake anything you want."

[smoothkreminal]

"Looks like you could use a pair that fit. Chief has the same problem, though he's taller and much bigger than you. I figure they make the longer pants for the big guys. You get a pair that fit in length, you might be swimming in them."

Though, what he'd want to trade...he isn't sure. He wasn't big on sweets as he said. He swallows, trying to figure out what he can ask for, but...perhaps he'll have the courage some other day. "I'll think on what I want, though I'll need your measurements. Can't just eyeball your ass and come up with the right dimensions."