(2018-10-03) You Missed Dinner
You Missed Dinner
Summary: Dylan brings Besa food when he skips dinner.
Date: 2018-10-03
Related: None
NPCs: None
Scene Runner: NA
Players:
besa..buddy..dylan..

Art Room - Coral Springs


Sure this is called the art room, but it is actually more than that. Art isn't just painting and pottery. Because of this, the room is large, and is actually broken up into sections, with partitions or half-walls to give each area boundaries.

The largest section is where the cabinets, cubbies and various tables are. Also in this section is the teacher's desk and one of the sinks for cleaning up at.

The other sections are dedicated to certain styles of art. There is a section for doing pottery with a both a kick wheel and two electric pottery wheels, kiln and racks and cabinets for drying pottery and storing equipment.

Easels take up another area, and a few computers workstations in another.

Toward the back is another sink for cleaning up at. Next to that is another section with an upright piano and a cabinet that holds a /small/ selection of musical instruments and other things aspiring musicians would need.

It is a fall night. The weather is cool and raining.

Besa's been in the arts room ever since classes were over. In fact, he's also missed dinner, but that's ok! Look at all those glorious mugs he's made! The ancient teen's white shirt has specs of clay all over it, and while he rolled up his sleeves, they still got splattered too. The scars on his left forearm are coated with drying clay, so that's a bonus as well. Cocoa seems content to snooze on her space on the floor while Besa flits around from the drying wrack back to the kick wheel. He's humming some unknown tune, either it's an ancient one, or he's butchering some modern song.

When it comes time to explore an indoors place, Buddy seems more comfortable using his feline form. So it is as the little graceful tabby cat that comes slinking into the arts room. He hadn't been in here before though he had smelled a lot of weird smells from the room. Nothing smelled delicious or attractive to him so he avoided the room. But, curiosity is a strong influence in his life. He pads into the room and sees both Besa and Cocoa, and their site makes him pause a bit.

The fact that Besa missed dinner did not go unnoticed. Dylan just blinks into existence from destinations unknown, well, from the kitchen, but hey. He has a sandwich on a plate, along with a snack bag of chips and an apple. A bottle of water is tucked under his arm. He looks over at Besa, "So, you lose track of time or are you on a hunger strike?" He smirks over at the ancient teen.

To Besa's credit, he's getting better about being so jumpy when Dylan does that. He blinks his eyes wide and then swivels his head to find the clock on the wall. "Huh." A deep breath and he turns back, "I do not think there is anything I should be on a hunger strike for….they are not pleasant. I like having my belly full." And then he smiles brightly at the teen, hopeful that the food is for him, but he'll not be so blatant to assume it. "I did much today, see?" He motions a clay covered hand at all the mugs thrown and drying. When he does that, he spies Buddy in the doorway. While he's still a little leery, he'd not the anger ball he was towards the student. "Hello Buddy." The sink is his next destination, before ehe can do anything else.

Ever see those YouTube videos of cats jumping when they are scared? If not, don't worry. That is exactly what Buddy does when Dylan pops in. He leaps up and away several times clearly acting purely on instinct. He runs underneath a table and looks out from underneath it. When Besa greets him, he gives a soft, hesitant mewl.

Dylan looks over at Besa, "That was my way of pointing out that you missed dinner… " He shrugs slightly, gesturing with the plate. "I brought you a sandwich… not really on par with dinner, but at least it's something…. " Yeah the food is for Besa. "Yeah, I can see…I think you might be wearing about as much though." He says with a teasing grin. When the cat freaks out, he flinches slightly, "Sorry, Buddy… "

Besa's smile turns bright, "That is very kind of you, Tom. Thank you. I am sure it will be very tasty." Even if not, it was sweet of him to think of Besa. "It is a messy art. That is what makes it fun." He turns on the water, thankful again that his curse doesn't extend to plumbing. Cocoa's ears twitch and she raises her head. So many sounds all at once again! Seeing who the cat is, and the Dylan, her tail wags, but she lays her head back down. B glances to her and the Buddy under the table as he washes his hands, all the way up to the elbows.

It's a pretty standard turkey and Swiss with lettuce and tomato on wheat. It's kind of hard to mess that up. Dylan shrugs, as if to silently disagree about the act of kindness. "Um yeah… you're welcome… " He smirks, "I'll take your word for it… but I can get the fun of getting dirty." He grins over at the wag of Cocoa's tail. "Hey, girl… "

Besa's scars appear, like a terrible magic trick. He doesn't seem bothered by them at least. Reaching up he grabs several appear towels to dry off. "I will show you how to throw some time, yes? You will like it and see I am right!" The used paper towels are tossed and he goes over to take his sandwich. Some though runs though his mind and his cheeks flush slightly before he takes a bite. He chews with his mouth closed, he's polite like that and watches as Cocoa sighs dramatically and rolls over on her belly. Is she demanding belly rubs from Dylan? Or politely suggesting that that's a option on the table of activities that could happen tonight. Just sayin'.

Unlike most of Besa's friends, Dylan is not bothered by the scars that lace across Besa's arms. The way he sees them, they are marks that show Besa's sacrifice to the world - a badge of the healer's gift. He chuckles, "I wouldn't hold my breath… I am completely talentless… " While Besa is cleaning up, Dylan subconsciously acknowledges Cocoa's request and blinks over to her side, in a kneeling position, to offer the presented belly with rubs. She was asking so nicely, it would have been just rude not to give her some rubs, right?

Besa makes happy noises as he chews. Despite his stature, he is a growing boy! Eventually he'll hit that growth spirt…again. "It is good, thank you." He smiles as he chews, one way to his heart is through his dog. Food helps too. "What did Miss Annalee make for dinner?" The hiding Buddy is given another glance, but Besa won't much it.

Dark blue eyes look up from Cocoa. Dylan continues digging his fingertips through the dog's fur. "Roast chicken, mashed potatoes, peas and carrots… it was really good." He is never really sure when an animal is Buddy… at least that shapeshifter flu thing is finally over, because then you never knew who any animal could have been.

Cocoa does the happy flail does do on their back, groaning as her tail wags. Happy dog is happy. Besa chuckles as well, maybe remembering how nice it felt. "That sounds nice as well." He's seems rather happy with his sandwich though. He picks up the plate and moves over to sit down closer to Dylan and Cocoa. "I am hoping to get these fired so I can bring them to the coffee shop this weekend."

Dylan chuckles at Cocoa, "You are such a belly slut…. " Of course, it doesn't stop him from continuing the rubs. "Not that that's a bad thing…" He looks over at Besa, "Please tell me that you aren't still trying to recover from our date…. "

Cocoa doesn't care. Call her names as long as you rub her belly. Her eyes slide closed, she'll soon be asleep. Besa's head tilts though in confusion, 'Recover? I wasn't injured?" He honestly look baffled, trying to think why Dylan would think that.

"Make up for how much it cost…" Dylan explains. He honestly has no idea exactly how much everything cost, but he suspects that it was a fair amount for the entire day. He looks at Cocoa, giving her a good ruffle before standing up and stretching.

Besa has, nodding, "It is paid for, do not worry on it." That's not really an answer. His head turns as Buddy darts out of the Arts room, en eyebrow raises slightly, but he lets the cat go. "How are you, Tom?" He fidgets with the water bottle a moment before unscrewing it and taking a long sip.

Dylan frowns slightly as Buddy shoots out of the room. "Hopefully, I didn't wig him out too badly when I teleported in…" He looks over at Besa frowning slightly, then shrugs, "Um… I'm… Well, now that I'm definitely over the shapeshifter flu, I have been trying to put off going to the cops, but I figure that I need to get around to it sooner or later… "

Besa sighs softly, "He must start trying to calm down are he will be miserable for the rest of his life." Easier said than done! Dylan's frown is mirrored, "I will go with you, if you wish. I am certain this is the right thing to do, Tom." His hand twitch, but then settles on the water bottle again.

Just for a split second, the cocky facade falters and a slightly fragile and insecure boy is seen. Dylan nods slightly, "I would… like it if you went with me, I mean."

Well, all it takes is for Besa to see that glimpse and he reaches for Dylan's hand, "I will then. We will talk to the twin's parents and find out when best to go, yes?" He smiles, softly, and tilts his head, "Good will come of this. I am proud of you." He's come a long way since when Besa first met him in the abandoned hospital.

Dylan doesn't flinch when Besa reaches for his hand. He does blink a few times, before he offers a weak smile. It is obvious that he does not share in Besa's confidence that the situation will turn out all that well. "Thanks… um yeah, if you say so…. "

"I do." Besa will just have to be optimistic for both of them, it seems. "Perhaps we should watch a movie or something to help get your mind off of it? What about the Tramp movie?"

Dylan chuckles at the diversion, even if it was not meant as one. "Lady and the Tramp… and no, not tonight… I have plans for that another night… but if you want to watch something I wouldn't object… " He pauses, "But if you need to finish up here, I can just entertain myself… Or just sit and talk to you while you work." Because of course, he would never be a distraction for Besa.

Well, that's a good sign for the fate of their next date, Besa thinks. He smiles, "Okay. You can pick another movie then. I will hurry and clean up here." He stands up, brushing any crumbs off his lap. "It will not take me long."

Dylan nods, "Sounds like a plan." He reaches down and gives Cocoa another good scritch. "You finish up here, and I'll go get a few things and meet you in like what fifteen minutes?"

That sounds perfect to the Guardian! "I will hurry. Should I bring anything?" What in the world does he even mean? Turns out he meant food, he convinced someone to pop him a bag of popcorn, so he arrives with that and Cocoa in town to sit around and mostly ignore whatever movie Dylan picks out. A good night is had.

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