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poetryslamming) wrote2024-09-07 02:21 pm
poetryslamming) wrote2024-09-07 02:21 pm
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[ She responds, violently. ]
Where the fuck have you been, you crazy motherfucker?!
Where the fuck have you been, you crazy motherfucker?!
Oh, calm down, dear - I've been in my basement. [ Pause. Then, with a smile in his voice: ] Did you miss me?
Do you know how hard it sucks going to In & Out when you're nowhere to be found? Do you know how hard it sucks going to In & Out every fucking day of the week only to find grinding, writhing male specimens. And. No. You. Old fart.
Wha - oh, come on, you have better things to do. Damn it, Alexa, didn't anyone tell you?
Most people aren't as by and large as you, Timm, they don't exactly talk to me. Aside from my tie, I'm not fuckable to them.
Uh, well - in any case - sometimes, I'm simply... indisposed. It's nothing serious.
Indisposed? [ A long pause while she processes the word. She knows what it means, but she has no clue what it implies. Finally, she lets it go, a frown audible in her voice. ] But you're okay now? You're not sick or something?
Not at all. [ Pause. ] Next time, just pop by. You know where I live, don't you?
Yeah.
[ A long, deep intake of breath. She's calming herself down, breathe, Alexa, fucking breathe. ]
If it's not a problem, I could drop by later. Bring pizza. I'll order the meaty one just for you...
[ A long, deep intake of breath. She's calming herself down, breathe, Alexa, fucking breathe. ]
If it's not a problem, I could drop by later. Bring pizza. I'll order the meaty one just for you...
Sounds delicious. [ Another pause. He has to think about sentences still. It'll pass, thank goodness. ] No need to bring your own coffee, though. I have coffee.
[ Okay. That's good. He's got coffee in his house. His basement. Whatever. He's got it. ]
You know that writer's block I was banging my head against before you ghosted? It's lifted.
You know that writer's block I was banging my head against before you ghosted? It's lifted.
No, really? Poor Alexa, you've been blue as blue can be - isn't it lovely? Producing?
It's kinda like having pooped out the biggest turd after being constipated for a year. I've seriously lost two kilos or some shit.
Pizza's exactly what the doc's ordered then, isn't it? Do remember to bring the results along.
I've got a stack. Used one of them for the spoken word evening I was invited to the day before yesterday. [ U N S U R E. ] It's in your honor.
Is it? [ She can probably hear the warmth in his voice now, it's pretty obvious. ] Then, it seems I owe you a dedication, my dear.
I dig your rainbow-colored Mauer. If you need inspiration.
I never do. Come by, read and eat, and I'll make you something that matches the rest.
Thanks. [ She means it. ] See you in a bit, Timm.
[ He doesn't bother cleaning up anywhere, seeing as he preserves his energy for more important things - such as getting the water ready to boil, instant coffee and two ceramic cups on the small stool close to the bed, serving as table. There's beer in the mini-fridge and the sun's still up, so he doesn't turn on any lights, apart from the sharp, blue lamp, clamped onto the easel in the middle of the room.
The room itself - a single, non too big - is littered with paintings in all shapes and sizes, some finished, some blatantly abandoned. Those in the back are covered by plastic somewhat sloppily. He pulls out two plates, both a little chipped. Ah, well. It's that, or getting pizza sauce all over his pajama bottoms - a pair of lose, black pants. He's wearing a dark undershirt as well, mostly to cover things up. He just doesn't feel like throwing last week in her face.
When he hears footsteps outside the open basement door, he calls out, his voice sounding a little raspy. ]
Come in, dear!
The room itself - a single, non too big - is littered with paintings in all shapes and sizes, some finished, some blatantly abandoned. Those in the back are covered by plastic somewhat sloppily. He pulls out two plates, both a little chipped. Ah, well. It's that, or getting pizza sauce all over his pajama bottoms - a pair of lose, black pants. He's wearing a dark undershirt as well, mostly to cover things up. He just doesn't feel like throwing last week in her face.
When he hears footsteps outside the open basement door, he calls out, his voice sounding a little raspy. ]
Come in, dear!
[ Besides the two pizzas (one pepperoni, one pepperoni and three other kinds of meat) she picked up at the good pizza place just on the outskirts of the Pigsty - Pizza Roma where Tony always insists on treating her like a lady, so shit if she hasn't gotten a Doner kebab to go with the rest for fucking free - Alexa has picked up a bouquet of flowers at one of the local supermarkets. They're roses, pretty plain, white, the petals holding a slightly see-through quality. She wonders whether they're wilting, if she's bought bad flowers, if he'll even care. Shit, do you even give men flowers? She knows she buys flowers for all her dates, rare and far-between as they are, but she dates girls. Shit, will he think she's getting funny ideas, for fuck's sake, she just thought he'd like something nice to look at...
Descending the small flight of stairs leading to his front door, she banishes the thought. He'll take her fucking flowers or laugh at her, she can deal with both, as long as he's really okay. Before she can raise her hand and knock, he's called out for her to enter and she does, pushes the door open with one shoulder, keeping both the plastic bag with their fastfood and the flowers in plain sight. ]
Better give me a bright smile now, I'm bringing you some presents.
[ When she catches sight of him, he looks like a fucking albino in all black. So pale. What the fuck's he been up to? ]
Descending the small flight of stairs leading to his front door, she banishes the thought. He'll take her fucking flowers or laugh at her, she can deal with both, as long as he's really okay. Before she can raise her hand and knock, he's called out for her to enter and she does, pushes the door open with one shoulder, keeping both the plastic bag with their fastfood and the flowers in plain sight. ]
Better give me a bright smile now, I'm bringing you some presents.
[ When she catches sight of him, he looks like a fucking albino in all black. So pale. What the fuck's he been up to? ]
[ He sets down the plates and turns towards her. Oh, but look at that - the smell of food, such a voluminous plastic bag - and... are those really...
For a second, he can only stare at her in wonder. She's brought him flowers? It certainly sounds like it, from her words and how she's holding out the roses towards him. He actually likes roses, more so than other flowers - they've got a classic sort of beauty and charm, something that reminds him a bit of her 50s technicolor movies. What a shame that he'll probably kill them within a few days but - fuck, he'll attempt to keep them alive for her. See if he doesn't! ]
Why, Alexa. I've never been quite so wooed which, come to think of it, is a rather tragic notion.
[ He crosses the distance to her, his gait normal though perhaps a tiny bit on the slow side - it's fine, it mostly doesn't hurt anymore and he's positively delighted to see her. To be reminded that this is what awaits him on the other side, in this limbo that is also his life. He reaches for the flowers first, looking around for something that might resemble a vase. Nothing immediately pops to mind but he's clever, he'll figure it out. ]
For a second, he can only stare at her in wonder. She's brought him flowers? It certainly sounds like it, from her words and how she's holding out the roses towards him. He actually likes roses, more so than other flowers - they've got a classic sort of beauty and charm, something that reminds him a bit of her 50s technicolor movies. What a shame that he'll probably kill them within a few days but - fuck, he'll attempt to keep them alive for her. See if he doesn't! ]
Why, Alexa. I've never been quite so wooed which, come to think of it, is a rather tragic notion.
[ He crosses the distance to her, his gait normal though perhaps a tiny bit on the slow side - it's fine, it mostly doesn't hurt anymore and he's positively delighted to see her. To be reminded that this is what awaits him on the other side, in this limbo that is also his life. He reaches for the flowers first, looking around for something that might resemble a vase. Nothing immediately pops to mind but he's clever, he'll figure it out. ]
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