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Post by Mattie Williams on Nov 14, 2011 23:15:27 GMT -5
As he did most every Tuesday night, Mattie headed straight from work to the Inventor's District. In one hand, he carried a basket with dinner; in the other arm, Kumajiro.
"I know, Kuma... but I don't think Mimi will mind if I have to use the stove to reheat the soup... and it's not like I can keep it hot the entire way there anyway." Apparently, the bear didn't agree, for Mattie sighed, hung his head, and spoke again. "... right... I won't bring soup anymore."
All the same, he didn't think it would be too cold by the time he got there - and Michelle wouldn't mind him using the stove - and the bread would taste better freshly toasted anyway - and - and - and - and - and Kuma was right. He shouldn't just assume that it would be okay to use the Dumas's stove. He shouldn't ever assume anything... he'd found that out earlier.
... He wasn't going to think about earlier. Mimi would be able to figure out that something was wrong.
Upon reaching the door, he switched the basket to the hand holding Kuma, and knocked. It wouldn't take long... they were expecting him. It was Tuesday.
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Post by seychelles on Nov 14, 2011 23:51:37 GMT -5
Today was not going to go down in her personal history as her greatest moment career-wise. Her client seemed to ignore that she was the chief engineer and that she was a she at all. Despite a pile of evidence and her own reassurance on the matters, he only saw her as the boy assistant to her father. But hey, that assistant had gotten the job, so 'he' wasn't going to complain too much. Plus, it was a Tuesday. Tuesday meant Mattie and that meant the day was only going to get better.
She waited as patiently as she could, doing her best to look over at her father sparingly. He wasn't doing anything deserving close observation. Just reading a book she knew he finished before his disorder had set in, though whether he knew, she wasn't sure.She was ostensibly reading too, but she held no illusions about the progress of that. This book was a bit beyond her ability and she didn't have the focus for it.
Michelle felt absolutely no heartbreak at having to put the book away on her path to opening the door.A smile was already on her face before the door was fully open. If it was anyone other than Matthew, then they'd just have he pleasure of seeing it. But, as expected, he was there.
"Matthew~, I'm so glad you came," even if it was scheduled, it was still nice of him to come, "Come in, please, let me take that in for you." She held her hands out to accept the container while awkwardly moving to the side to let him in, which wasn't exactly the best strategy for letting him in or lightening his burden.
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Post by Mattie Williams on Nov 15, 2011 0:11:40 GMT -5
Mattie couldn't help his own smile from growing on his face as Mimi opened the door. "...Hi, Mimi..." He spoke softly, as he always did. As usual, he ignored her offer to take the basket. "... I've got it... but... if it's no trouble..." He ducked his head, mumbling, "... as Kuma assures me it probably is... Can I use the stove...? The soup will be better hot..."
Awkwardly, he stepped in, a faintly sheepish blush turning his face pink. "... I'll do the dishes after..." He always offered. Sometimes, sometimes she'd let him. It would be best to let him today. Then he could get out of some of the more awkward small talk with her. She was bound to notice if they talked too much. ... He still wasn't sure what to think. He'd been trying to make sense of it all day. It was time to let it go. ... he couldn't let it go... Al could be alive. If Al was alive... If Al was alive, Al hadn't come home. So there was no reason to tell Mimi and get her hopes up too. ... that was true...
"Ah... vegetable soup... with ham and cheese sandwiches... those might taste better heated up too..." Mattie stated, by way of explaining dinner. "... sorry... if I'd thought... I would have gone home and heated it all first, then come..." He seemed to want to say more, but his better side caught his tongue first. No need to get Mimi's hopes up for something that's probably not true. Al wouldn't have stayed away. ...Unless Al was afraid that Maman and Mattie would be mad...
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