Ghostcat shenanigans
Sep. 6th, 2025 12:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
technicallyhellboundIt had been a few weeks since they'd started this arrangement, and so far the Cat had, in fact, been a surprising amount of help. Enough so that Charles had stopped being mostly on-guard while in his presence and had even taken the 'puppy' nickname in stride, though he still hadn't really looked too deeply at why it didn't bother him as much as it probably should.
That particular day was neither a Monday nor a Friday, and was in fact a Wednesday, so while it wasn't one of their scheduled briefings, it was a visit that had been arranged in advance, a few hours while Crystal and Charles were at a concert, the kind of thing that while Edwin enjoyed being invited to, really wasn't the kind of thing he actually enjoyed going to, and the others both knew it, which was why they continued to invite him, even if he always declined.
It was late afternoon, not yet early evening when he stepped out of the mirror into the cannery, tugging at the collar of his slipover in much the same way he did the lapels of his usual jacket. He'd been branching out from his usual look, just a little, in bits and pieces, and now had something of a range of shades of those softer jumpers, this one was a deep bottle-green and was nearly a cowl-neck, but definitely less severe than his usual look.
It had been raining in London, or rather it had been misting heavily, and he wasn't quite sure if it was still raining here or if it had just finished, there wasn't the same kind of moisture in the air, which meant that if it was raining it hadn't been doing so for long, and all he knew was that the Cat had something planned for them to do, he was only now considering that he probably should have asked a few more questions beforehand.
That particular day was neither a Monday nor a Friday, and was in fact a Wednesday, so while it wasn't one of their scheduled briefings, it was a visit that had been arranged in advance, a few hours while Crystal and Charles were at a concert, the kind of thing that while Edwin enjoyed being invited to, really wasn't the kind of thing he actually enjoyed going to, and the others both knew it, which was why they continued to invite him, even if he always declined.
It was late afternoon, not yet early evening when he stepped out of the mirror into the cannery, tugging at the collar of his slipover in much the same way he did the lapels of his usual jacket. He'd been branching out from his usual look, just a little, in bits and pieces, and now had something of a range of shades of those softer jumpers, this one was a deep bottle-green and was nearly a cowl-neck, but definitely less severe than his usual look.
It had been raining in London, or rather it had been misting heavily, and he wasn't quite sure if it was still raining here or if it had just finished, there wasn't the same kind of moisture in the air, which meant that if it was raining it hadn't been doing so for long, and all he knew was that the Cat had something planned for them to do, he was only now considering that he probably should have asked a few more questions beforehand.
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Date: 2025-09-12 05:58 pm (UTC)"But that-" He says as Edwin gives his confirmation. "Is music to my ears." He throws his free arm wide as though displaying a new world opened up for them. "Herein lies the start of your slippery slope into indulgence, baby. It's only downhill from here."
And, speaking of Edwin's gloves, the Cat squeezes his fingers again before starting to pull him across the little inlet of sand and stones, off toward the rockier area heading out toward the crook of the shoreline. This could almost be considered nice, he thinks, if there weren't a motive to it. It reminds him of their time together at the market, but even then they'd had a bigger goal in mind than just simply spending time together. Well, Edwin had, at least. He wonders what it might be like, some day, if they were to simply see one another for the pleasure of it. It's easy to imagine from his perspective, but Edwin...? He's not so sure.
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Date: 2025-09-13 06:38 am (UTC)The truth was that without something to do while visiting each other -even if it was just taking an walk- Edwin would get anxious, pacing and irritable like a zoo animal in a too-small enclosure.
For the moment, however, he just made another quiet sound of amusement at the -in his mind- outlandish claim that it would be that easy for him to simply fall into a life of indulgence, shaking his head, "Well I have to say I'm out of ideas, no guesses with the information I already have, and I suspect we're near enough now that it wouldn't matter if I even had the question that would crack the whole thing."