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Post by Desmond Walsh on Dec 1, 2014 5:43:53 GMT
His stomach was grumbling loudly as he waited in line at the little café. The ocean could be seen through the large window at the front of it. Really, it was a pretty place, and it had some cheap food, which was the main reason why he had found himself in it. He had managed to get his internet turned back on today, but that had left him with little enough money. He would have to do something to make some more very soon, as he was about to spend the last of it. He only had a couple dollars, but from his calculations, that ought to be enough to get him a hamburger and some fries and water was always free thank god or... the gods?
As the person in front of him finally shut their yappy little mouth, he stepped forward to place his order and what-not. But the hunger had to be getting to his head or something, because the order came out to be a full dollar more than what he had. “Uhhh…” Jesus fucking Christ this was embarrassing. He could feel the color coming to his pale cheeks even as the woman behind the counter looked at him confused – probably wondering how someone possibly couldn’t afford to fork over three dollars. Well, fuck her. His fingers closed tightly around the two dollars he had to his name as he wondered if he should just remove the fries or maybe go somewhere else.
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Jesse Alder
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Post by Jesse Alder on Dec 9, 2014 0:14:17 GMT
For whatever reason, going to other restaurants or even cafés often caused Jesse to feel apprehensive, vulnerable. He felt expected to take orders or disappear behind the counter to claim the kitchens for himself despite knowing he didn’t work there. Perhaps he had been working too many hours at the restaurant lately. Perhaps he was just dead tired from finals and work; Jesse reasoned it was most likely the latter as he stood there in line allowing his eyes to dart around the restaurant and his fingers to drum against his side. He’d come to this particular eatery due to the lack of hustle and bustle, mostly. Jesse reasoned that he could sit down for a moment, eat some food, and read a book to calm his mind before he got back to studying once again, and he hoped that was all he needed to get his head straight again before testing.
Blinking, Jesse realized he’d fallen into a daydream, and as the world came back to him again, he noticed the man in front of him in line seemed not to have moved. Rubbing one eye, Jesse gazed briefly at the register calling for a specific number of bills and then to the hand that held money. Was he out of cash and not wanting to pay with credit or something? Jesse understood that sentiment rather well. Food on credit could easily be twice the price when the credit interest came in, but why hold the line up? Scanning over the young man’s features, green eyes found the color odd until it hit Jesse that the man might not have enough to pay. Period.
Frowning, Jesse briefly fished through his wallet for a moment, counted up what money he had, and stepped around the blue haired young man. “We’d also like a cheese burger no pickles and another order of fries- and two drinks,” he said quietly directing his gaze to the register woman. She seemed just as unsure as before, yet as Jesse started pulling out cash, she followed suit rather quickly. Money was exchanged for a number, a familiar gesture to call food with before Jesse turned to face the blue haired young man again. “Shall we sit down?” he asked softly as before.
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Post by Desmond Walsh on Dec 10, 2014 3:15:46 GMT
His teeth bit harshly into his bottom lip as he stood there. He could feel his ears burning, and his stomach was churning so much that he almost wasn’t hungry anymore – almost. But truthfully nothing could ever completely rid the bluette of his appetite, especially when he hardly ever ate enough anyway. Before he could really focus anymore on what to do, the man who had been in line behind him stepped up beside him. He blinked several times, the confusion showing clearly on his face. Was the other man just deciding to go before him, or…? His arm retracted again as he stepped to the side, his ears finally seeming to make sense of what the man was saying.
’We?’
He was ordering as though they had come in together, even though Desmond had never seen the man before in his life. He was pretty sure he would remember that double hair color. While the blue-haired man often had trouble with names, he easily remembered faces – and besides that hair color was basically unforgettable. He swallowed a bit and stared at the checkout counter in front of him, shoving the two dollars back into his pocket. But why was he doing this? They didn’t know each other, there was no reason. It never occurred to Desmond that maybe the guy was just nice, not really. No one had ever been that nice to him before.
He jumped slightly as he was addressed again, his blue eyes flashing up to catch the other man’s green ones. “Oh, uhhh, y-yeah.” He stuttered out quietly, his voice sounding much different than it normally would – not that the other would know that just yet. He turned and led the way over to a random table, sitting down. Well out of earshot of the other patrons now, he finally spoke again. “Err, thank you for that. I-I…” He bit his lip and swallowed again. Desmond was a prideful individual, and admitting he’d needed help almost physically pained him. “I’ll pay you back when I get the money.” He finally said.
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Jesse Alder
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Post by Jesse Alder on Dec 10, 2014 21:49:26 GMT
A softer smile curled onto Jesse’ features as the young man in front of him agreed to sit down with him. More than anything, he was thankful there hadn’t been any retaliation due to pride, an argument perhaps about payment. Jesse had already made up his mind on buying and wasn’t someone that readily looked back after the fact. Instead, he followed the blue haired young man to a table and sat down across from him drawing his hands up into his lap as he did so.
The subject didn’t seem ready to leave just yet. Thanks was given followed by an assurance there would be a payment back, but Jesse’s features remained serene at that and only moved when he began to speak. “Don’t worry about it,” he replied. “Think of it as a small Christmas gift if anything.” There was a brief pause therein where Jesse had no idea what to say. On other days, he may have rather quickly looked at the table thereafter and fallen into silence, but perhaps the other young man’s nervousness or what Jesse interpreted as nervousness was smoothing over his own. “M-my name’s Jesse, by the way,” he spoke after a moment when he wasn’t sure what else to say on the matter. He didn’t want to dwell on the fact he was out a few bucks nor did he want the other man to feel as though he were in any way indebted.
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Post by Desmond Walsh on Dec 15, 2014 6:50:13 GMT
Really, the lack of retaliation from the blue-haired man was in part due to the other man’s tact, and in part something else. Desmond was nothing if not prideful, and while he pride had taken a hit, he didn’t feel the need to take it out on the taller man. Maybe it was the gentle smile, maybe it was something else in entirely. The other man would probably know him better than he knew himself in a short amount of time, the bluette didn’t exactly dedicate much time to self-reflection. Maybe the pride didn’t run quite as deep as he thought it did, maybe it was a fake as the rest of him, maybe it was a crutch.
Either way, a smile worked its way naturally onto his features as he raked his fingers through his short blue hair. A bit of color spread across his cheeks at the mention of a Christmas present. Well, he hadn’t been expecting to receive any of those, so it was nice he supposed. It was nice, truly, and that’s why he didn’t exactly know how to handle it. “Thank you, then~” He said after a bit, swallowing his pride once again. “Jesse.” He repeated with a nod, his blue eyes matching the name to the face and hopefully committing it to memory. He held his hand out over the table for the other man to shake. “My name’s Desmond, but you can call me Des if ya prefer~” Now that his nerves had settled, his accent was only thickening. He tucked his feet under his butt, sitting on his knees so he was eye-level with the other man. He grinned warmly and tilted his head to the side. “I like your hair~” He went on to say, for whatever reason.
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Jesse Alder
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Post by Jesse Alder on Dec 23, 2014 19:33:33 GMT
Jesse didn’t realize how fast his heart was beating until it started slowing down when thanks was given again. What he had been expecting would be said? Jesse didn’t know, couldn’t tell in himself. Perhaps some anxious part of himself had already assumed there was going to be a rebuttal. “But I don’t know you” or “But I don’t celebrate Christmas” perhaps. Either way, didn’t matter now that the transition had been finalized. A smile rested easier on his features, and a strange warm fuzziness came to Jesse. The Christmas season was like that, wasn’t it, though? It made people feel good even when otherwise stressed. Some people feel that way all year round he reasoned briefly. Drugs. There was only one way to always be happy, and some had the money to get their fix all the time. That was what he meant.
As his name was repeated and he felt those eyes on him, Jesse very briefly felt self-conscious. He resisted the urge to reach to his face and pick at it as he did sometimes, and instead, his hands twitched, and he would probably have folded them under the table had not the hand been extended to him. He hesitated maybe a second or so before reaching forwards to take the hand in response. Desmond, his nickname as Des; Jesse could remember that easily enough. A small smile and a nod was given. “Des, then,” he repeated softly more to himself than the boy across the table from him before releasing his hand.
His hair was commented on, and Jesse’s eyes raised to the dark bangs he could just barely see before glancing down again. Green eyes settled on blue ones, and a smaller smile was given. “Thanks, I wanted to try something different,” the young man admitted a sheepish smile crossing his features. He remembered the first time it had been suggested that he dye his hair. Because of its white coloring, he could dye it any color he wanted or so the other person had seemed to believe. Go figure the first color he went to was black. Maybe it shouldn’t have been his first choice, but there was no going back now until he grew it out.
Allowing his gaze to rush over Desmond, Jesse noted his blue hair. “Is….your hair natural?” he asked after a moment.
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Post by Desmond Walsh on Dec 28, 2014 9:43:04 GMT
The easy smile on his features grew wider as Jesse took his hand to shake it, agreeing to call him Des. Truthfully, he preferred being called ‘Des’. It was what his parents had always called him growing up, they only used ‘Desmond’ when he had been in trouble, and therefore his full name had the effect of getting his attention much more sharply than his nickname. After the handshake was completed, he retracted his hand back to his side of the table. His elbows were then rested on the table, and his chin in his hands as he always did. His wrists actually tended to get stiff and sore because he sat in this way so often, but he barely noticed. That was honestly the least of problems, and he could deal with it for feeling comfortable.
He tilted his head just slightly as he finally took the time the study the man before him in the way that he liked to. Jesse was bigger than him, but he seemed to be meeker. Despite the fact that he had more or less just saved him, the soft tone hinted that he was peaceful. Normally he would have associated ‘shyness’ with the tone as well, but all of his other mannerisms didn’t really seem too shy. In any event, as far as he could tell, Jesse was not anywhere near a threat to him despite their difference in size.
“Well, it’s a good thing ya went with it~” he smiled kindly in response to the sheepish smile. It was an expression not usually found on his face, more genuine that something he would normally project. “It really brings out your eyes.” He said easily. Jesse’s eyes were really noticeable. A nice green. It reminded him of Ireland. He nodded thereafter in response to the question. “Yeah, I get it from me mum. My sister has it as well~” He wasn’t sure why he added that last little bit, but ah well. Just something to talk about, probably.
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Jesse Alder
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Post by Jesse Alder on Jan 20, 2015 2:51:11 GMT
The smallest hint of a blush came to Jesse’s features as Desmond commented that it was a good thing he went with the dye pattern (or whatever it would be considered in this case). Perhaps he would keep it as it grew longer; Jesse hadn’t decided yet and didn’t need to decide any time soon anyways. “Thanks,” was the soft spoken word that brushed passed his lips thereafter. It felt good to know that it looked good— from someone apart from his brother, of course. The man was always positive with him, but with such warmth came an uncertainty of truthfulness. Jesse put it to the back of his mind. He didn’t like thinking such thoughts about the sibling that had been in his life since he could remember.
As Desmond commented about how the contrast brought out his eye color, Jesse blushed a little more. He wasn’t used to consistent compliments especially from peers, and though they were easy to accept at face value, he had no idea what to do with them outside of that. He managed a smile, at least. That was good, wasn’t it? Jesse switched the conversation off him for a bit to let his thoughts work over that one. It was a bit easier to comment on the man before him than himself, as it were. “It’s really nice,” he smiled after the fact liking those words on his lips. He thought about commenting on his brother’s style but decided against it at the last moment. It felt too personal— despite the entire arrangement being rather personal now that he thought about it. They were still strangers, after all, but Jesse had paid for food and….
Speaking off food, Jesse’s head turned as a number was called. Glancing down to the red laminated number he had been handed after paying, he smiled a little before slowly standing again. “Our food’s ready,” he spoke simply before starting over to retrieve it.
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Post by Desmond Walsh on Jan 22, 2015 1:49:10 GMT
He noticed the little blushes that appeared on Jesse’s cheeks as his compliments were given. Despite giving off an air of flippantness and casualness, he paid very close attention to the people around him. He took in all the details he could about them. Those blushes were endearing to him, really. He didn’t see or make people blush a lot, really. If not for the little smiles that came along with them, he might have worried slightly. Just slightly, though. Everyone enjoyed receiving compliments, it was just human nature. “Welcome~” He said easily, his blue eyes holding the green eyes of the other man with ease. Now that the little moment with the food had passed, Desmond was feeling more confident and more like himself.
He grinned when his own hair color was complimented, grabbing a piece near his temple and twirling it between his fingers a bit. It was long enough that he could sort of see it in front of his eyes if he focused on it. He had always liked his hair color. It set him apart from other people and made him easier to remember. At the same time, it made him easier to identify as well. Not that any of his criminal activities happened in front of other people, but still. There were only so many “short, stick-thin, blue-haired” guys. “Thanks, mate~” He returned, allowing his hand to cease its motions and fall back to the table thereafter.
His gaze shifted as their number was called out and the other man went to retrieve their food. His stomach rumbled loudly, and he placed his hand on it in an attempt to get it to quiet. It was going to be a challenge for him, really, not to tear through the food like some sort of animal when it was returned to the table. He was so fucking hungry when he thought about it.
-- Jesse Alder
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Post by Jesse Alder on Mar 8, 2015 18:00:03 GMT
Exchanging the number for a tray full of food, Jesse gave a small smile to the presumed cook before turning and starting back to his table. In every food industry from fast food to fine dining, he couldn’t help but respect those who put their time and effort into making a meal for someone else. Sure it was paid for. It was a job, after all. However, as one chef to another, Jesse felt there was more to it than that. Cooking was bringing out the best of the mind and hand skills in a way everyone could appreciate. While there was a fine market for say… drugs, food was something everyone desired- needed, really. And even with a primal need, there were different tastes, different desires. It was both universal and individualistic. Thus even in the abstract sense of it all, Jesse could appreciate it.
Closing the distance to the table, Jesse set the tray down between himself and Desmond. Taking up the cups that rested on the tray, Jesse smiled a little as he met Desmond’s gaze. “What would you like to drink?” he questioned simply. Upon hearing whatever it was, he would give a small nod and start over towards the drink fountains without a second thought. Filling them and coming back with relative ease, Jesse set them down before finally sitting down. Fishing up his cheese burger, he took a small bite, testing it carefully before smiling a bit more in approval. Good, this was good. “How is yours?” he asked briefly after.
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Post by Desmond Walsh on Apr 7, 2015 21:23:26 GMT
While Jesse might have respected the people who cooked and worked in the food industry, Desmond readily didn’t. To say that he saw himself as better than them would be a lie, he really didn’t, but he simply saw it as another job – something similar to a person who worked in a factory making clothes. Of course, anyone who gave Desmond free food was quickly loved. Much like a stray animal, the bluette could easily be drawn in with food. Perhaps it was because he never had enough to buy good food of his own, perhaps it was something else entirely, but it was the quickest way to get him to trust you. As the other man came back to the table asked what he wanted to drink, he looked up with a grin. “Uh, Dr. Pepper would be good~” Came the response.
The short man swung his feet slightly as he waited on the other man to return. He could smell the food, and his mouth was watering, but he knew it would be rude to start eating before Jesse returned. His stomach growled impatiently and he placed a hand over it to quiet it. Another ‘thanks’ was given as the taller man returned with their drinks. His fingers shook just slightly as he reached forward for his own food. A slightly deep breath was taken as he forced himself to eat at a normal pace, and to take normally sized bites. Had Jesse not been sitting across from him, he might have eaten the burger in several large bites. “’s really good.” He stated, looking up at the other briefly before he returned to eating. Despite how hard he was attempting to appear normal, however, it was rather obvious that it had been a while since his last meal.
-- Jesse Alder
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