Okay, I'll be over in a little bit. I've got to pick something up first.
[ And so he does -- he has to check for permission but then swings by the northern garden and picks up a little tomato plant that's been sheltered by one of the domes, in a cute pot and everything. Then he heads to Donut's love shack, knocking politely with the pot in the crook of his other elbow. ]
[ In place of a hug Wash thrusts the little potted plant at Donut -- look, a gift! That will save him from the hugging, right? (It almost certainly won't.) ]
How could you have-- no, save it, tea is fine. Thank you.
[ He shouldn't be surprised Donut found a way to make snacks. This is the guy who managed a daily wine and cheese hour in the middle of nowhere.
Wash gestures to the interior decoration, which could have been Donut or Love, there's no way to know without asking. ]
Oh! I can get a space heater all for it! I'll decorate it! Make it feel more at home! What kind of songs do you think I should sing to it? Rock? Pop? Maybe some classical opera!
[ He's brimming with excitement at the possibilities! ]
Oh! Look at me~ Going on about plants while you sit there looking thirsty. [ He skips on over to pour him a cup of warm tea. ] I figured since I had so many larkspur flowers, I could at least use them for something other than sleeping on them. So, I thought, why not tea?!
[ Oh god it's cute. Where does Donut even find these things? Who knows, maybe the cutesy stuff came with the bungalow, Love seems like the type. Wash is just glad Donut seems to like his tiny gift, but reaches for the tea to try it. It smells like medicine, and he considers adding some sugar first, but... why not try it straight first? He takes a small sip.
It's terrible. Wash immediately reaches for the sugar. Be polite, Wash... ]
I think it's an acquired taste. You've tried this?
((ooc: sorry if you get this four times dw will not post it....))
[ He pours himself one and adds a generous amount of sugar before he takes a generous drink. He's acquired the taste by now... ]
I've had... a little bit of Monica in my life~ A little bit of Erica by my side~ A little bit of Rita is all I need~ A little bit of Tina is what I see~ A little bit of Sandra in the sun~ A little bit of Mary all night long~ A little bit of Jessica, here I am~ A little bit of you [ he points to Wash as he sings ] makes me your man~
[ He ends the song in a hum and takes another solid drink, the music playing in his head. Yes, he named each flower before drinking it. ]
[ He's not even surprised, as he adds a ton of sugar and takes another sip -- nope, still terrible, screw manners. ]
I'm glad you like it but I think it's not for me-- [ Actually he's starting to feel weird and shaky, and sets the little cup down carefully before he drops it. His hand is trembling. ] --what? Does it do this to you?
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[ ooc; translation= 'My house is your house' ]
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[ And so he does -- he has to check for permission but then swings by the northern garden and picks up a little tomato plant that's been sheltered by one of the domes, in a cute pot and everything. Then he heads to Donut's love shack, knocking politely with the pot in the crook of his other elbow. ]
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Wash!
[ He's all sorts of excited for his first visitor! ]
I set out some tea. Hope you like Hyakinthos tea~
[ He skips into the kitchen where he has the little tea cups and saucers all set up. ]
Would you like some crumpets? Little sandwiches? Finger food?
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How could you have-- no, save it, tea is fine. Thank you.
[ He shouldn't be surprised Donut found a way to make snacks. This is the guy who managed a daily wine and cheese hour in the middle of nowhere.
Wash gestures to the interior decoration, which could have been Donut or Love, there's no way to know without asking. ]
Did you do all this yourself?
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A house warming gift? You shouldn't have~
[ Yes, you most certainly should have! He loves it! Donut skips to the kitchen where he sets it on a windowsill where it'll get some sun. ]
What is it?
[ He asks as he pokes it, coaxing it to grow, but it's not a flower so the suggestion doesn't have an impact. ]
Yup! All by myself!
[ He pipes up, turning with a flourish in what looks like a ballerina twirl before dipping his shoulders down in a curtsy. ]
Do you like it?!
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[ Wash takes a closer look around... it's cozy, in addition to the flowers outside. He grins a little. ]
Yeah, I like it.
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[ He's brimming with excitement at the possibilities! ]
Oh! Look at me~ Going on about plants while you sit there looking thirsty. [ He skips on over to pour him a cup of warm tea. ] I figured since I had so many larkspur flowers, I could at least use them for something other than sleeping on them. So, I thought, why not tea?!
Here you go.
[ He turns the saucer so the handle is facing him, and slides over a cup of sugar his way in case he wants to add some. ]
What do you think?
[ He asks, eagerly waiting for his approval? ]
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It's terrible. Wash immediately reaches for the sugar. Be polite, Wash... ]
I think it's an acquired taste. You've tried this?
((ooc: sorry if you get this four times dw will not post it....))
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[ He pours himself one and adds a generous amount of sugar before he takes a generous drink. He's acquired the taste by now... ]
I've had... a little bit of Monica in my life~
A little bit of Erica by my side~
A little bit of Rita is all I need~
A little bit of Tina is what I see~
A little bit of Sandra in the sun~
A little bit of Mary all night long~
A little bit of Jessica, here I am~
A little bit of you [ he points to Wash as he sings ] makes me your man~
[ He ends the song in a hum and takes another solid drink, the music playing in his head. Yes, he named each flower before drinking it. ]
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[ He's not even surprised, as he adds a ton of sugar and takes another sip -- nope, still terrible, screw manners. ]
I'm glad you like it but I think it's not for me-- [ Actually he's starting to feel weird and shaky, and sets the little cup down carefully before he drops it. His hand is trembling. ] --what? Does it do this to you?
[ Ugh his stomach feels weird.... ]
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[ He takes another drink, pinky out as he he watches Wash struggle with his cup. ]
Do what?
[ A sip this time as he watches him curiously. ]
Something wrong, Wash?