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Re: A Day Late
« Reply #15 on: May 22, 2020, 06:06:21 PM »
"Here you go," Remi said, answering Adagio's unspoken question by rolling the two bottles he'd gathered from the sand into the bag, followed by the comb from his pocket.

He then produced the shirt he'd rescued from having anything wet dropped onto it, taking a step back to shake it out from the neat rectangle it'd been folded into. It was a short-sleeved button-up in the same shade of blue as the warm, tropical waters that surrounded the islands in the Pacific, and covered in flamingos, hibiscus flowers, and vivid green palm trees.

"You can find all of these things in Hawaii. That's why it's called a Hawaiian shirt." He smiled as he held it out to Adagio. "The pink reminded me of your wings when I saw it."

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« Reply #16 on: May 22, 2020, 08:02:04 PM »
Adagio set the plastic bag upon the sand, the crinkle of it settling upon the sand temporarily louder than the hollow rush of the ocean waves. He picked up his old shirt and slapped and rubbed himself with it before it ended up crumpled in the bag of gifts as well. Once he'd pulled on his leather pants with much wriggling, holding of breath and gnashing of teeth, he looked at the Hawaiian shirt held out to him with a light frown and a dubious expression.

The remark about the pink had him shoot a stare in Remiel's direction. It remained upon the angel for a while as Adagio held the shirt and did very little. Eventually he unfurled one wing and held the shirt up to them.

"It is the wrong pink. My wings are a deeper colour. Like borscht with a dollop of sour cream stirred into it. I will wear it to please you because of your effort with my hair." He glamoured his wings so he could put his arms through the material. He left it hanging loose as he screwed up his nose. "It is like wearing a spiderweb. There is no heaviness to it."

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Re: A Day Late
« Reply #17 on: May 23, 2020, 05:12:56 AM »
"Oh," Remi said, his smile fading in the face of Adagio’s displeasure. "I suppose you’re right." Pink was pink, he’d wanted to say, but now that he could see the flamingos next to Adagio’s feathers, he knew it was too bright a pink to fairly compare the two. He’d overestimated how much shirt Adagio needed, too. The dark angel was taller and broader than him, so of course he’d need a bigger size, and an extra size on top of that, just to make sure it fit. Well, it fit alright. Poorly. Over Adagio’s tight leather pants it looked borderline ridiculous.

"It’s the first shirt I’ve picked on my own. Vretil… my uh, my mentor, he always buys my clothes for me," he admitted. Remi scrubbed at the back of his neck, frowning at the colorful, shapeless sack he’d purchased for the other angel. "Maybe next time you should pick."

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« Reply #18 on: May 23, 2020, 08:54:18 AM »
Adagio held out his arms to see that the short sleeves came close to his elbows and then he flapped them before lowering them, attempting to hook thumbs into his belt loops but the shirt was in the way. He settled for palming his hand flat against his sides, the bend of his elbow displaying the shapelessness of the intensely colourful shirt.

After listening to the peculiar setup that Remiel had regarding his clothing and seeing the dejected look cast about his person, Adagio relented.

"It reminds me of our home," he said, looking down at himself. "The colours here are so drab in comparison. Perhaps that it why you felt drawn to it." Adagio looked back at Remiel. "Next time, darling, I will bring you something to wear. But we can't meet here because sand will get on it. Perhaps somewhere you won't stand me up? You name a location."

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Re: A Day Late
« Reply #19 on: May 25, 2020, 02:58:28 AM »
"It didn't have to do with the coffee shop," Remi said, but his excitement about naming a place of his choosing made him smile brightly and lift his wings behind him. He’d perked up like a flower recently watered.

"There’s a park that I like to go to. At the center is this huge," Remi stretched his arms out to either side of him, "oak tree. Pixie Park, I think it's called." He dropped his arms and frowned. That wasn’t right. "Piss— Key? Pisky! Pisky Park. It has a house, a greenhouse, where they grow all the colorful flowers that wouldn’t normally grow here because it’s not warm enough."

Remi shoved a hand into his pocket to take out his phone so he could show Adagio a map, but the screen was too damp to activate the device. He flipped the bottom of his shirt out to begin wiping it off.

"I’m leaving the city in a couple days, though," he continued, glancing up at Adagio. "Not for long. A week. When I come back, that’s where we should meet. Do you have a way for me to contact you? A phone, maybe?"

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Re: A Day Late
« Reply #20 on: May 27, 2020, 11:05:57 PM »
Adagio listened intently to Remiel's description of the Pixie Park. The second name he used didn't sound as lyrical on the tongue.

"I like flowers," Adagio admitted. "I miss those the most. Down here we can't see all the colours anymore. This world is like seeing through murk. I tried on a pair of eyeglasses once but they didn't help."

He watched as the angel finished cleaning his device and demonstrated where the park and greenhouse was upon a miniature map on his screen that had lines for roads and names on everything. Adagio's confusion only lessened once he understood the park was south of where they currently stood.

"I have a few different phones but they need me to put numbers into them to make them work. I have not yet figured them out," he said. "Sometimes I try different numbers but the phones locks themselves. I don't think you can call me on any of them so we should just pick a day and time to meet at the greenhouse. Two weeks from now at noon? Then the sun will be up to make it warm and bright and we can pretend we are both home."

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Re: A Day Late
« Reply #21 on: May 30, 2020, 07:29:16 PM »
"Alright," Remi said, sliding his phone into his pocket. He left his hand in there, too. "I’ll meet you at the greenhouse in fourteen days." Unless, of course, another cursed dryad was dumped into his lap and curing her meant he slept through their meeting again. How likely was that to happen, though? "I don’t think I’ll be held up this time," he continued. "We’re only going to visit my—"

Remi’s shoes were being eaten by the ocean, forcing him to abandon his conversation with Adagio to wade into the surf after them. For a time, it was all splashing and cries of dismay and flared wings, but he eventually succeeded in corralling his footwear and returned to dry land.

He plopped down next to Adagio's bag with a sigh, and as he began to clean the grit from his bare feet, he glanced up at the dark angel.

"I know you’ve been getting by without me, but do you have a safe place to stay?" he asked. "Enough food to eat? I don’t want you to go hungry while I’m gone."

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Re: A Day Late
« Reply #22 on: Yesterday at 04:59:56 PM »
Adagio watched the angel chase his shoes as they were tossed about in the surf. He tittered and guffawed at a reckless leap, snorted amusement when the wave dumped on him.

Once the angel was free from the ocean's hold with his loafers in hand, Remiel watched him gather himself and speak without qualms. When the angel offered him safe haven, the Cheshire Cat had nothing on the tooth-filled smile that was directed at Remiel.

"You are quite kind when not shooting arrows in my back," he said before adding on a wink. "My living situation is satisfactory. Food is bountiful down here if you know where to look. You never finished saying who you were going to visit."

Remiel's hair dripped onto his shoulders and Adagio's hands twitched a few times before he folded them into his arms.