Jun 23, 2021 8:59 PM
esther and ivy meet the Stage
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“I expected less giraffes and more normal theatre, I guess. But I don’t know, anything’s better than …” He trails off, “never mind.”

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She raises an eyebrow. "No, go on, you've piqued my interest."

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“… anything is better than what was happening before, where I couldn’t do this stuff much at all.” He’s leaving out some of it but it’s not exactly a lie.

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"How did you get in if you couldn't do this stuff before? I assume you practiced. This is the top stage school in the country, maybe the world."

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"I practiced some, just not as much as some people here."

He looks away.

"I would've though, if I had more chances."

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"Kind of a mood." She looks away too.

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That is... not the response he was expecting.

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She's already regretting saying it.

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... Well now he's ruined the mood. He will sit here and eat a muffin in awkward silence.

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She's going to curl up under the covers like a shrimp and hope that morning comes never.

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Sleep takes her quickly enough that when she wakes, she doesn't remember having slipped into it at all. She's feeling a lot better though, so it's off for a run and some coffee and pastries for her secretive roommate. She does not like that he's keeping secrets from her.

When she gets back in, she wakes him by loudly closing the door. "Morning Zero. Reconsidered your stance on keeping secrets from me?"

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He wakes up the second the door closes, out of breath and eyes wide. He is drenched in sweat. He manages to push down some of his panic when he sees her, taking in the sight of the coffee and the pastries.

"... Secrets?"

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If he's going to keep pretending, then she's going to take a bite out of the almond tart. It's very good and she makes a small noise of satisfaction about it.

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He reaches out towards her.

"Can I have one please?"

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She takes another bite. It's just as sweet and savory and flakey - delicious.

"No." She smiles at him.

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He is too tired for this.

"Why notttt?"

He will dramatically whine just a little, so he can pretend he was joking if he needs to.

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"Don't whine, it's unbecoming. If you want me to be nice to you, no secrets."

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Okay. Fine. He will have to make a very big decision here involving a lot of trust in S. That is probably really stupid but he is going to do it anyway. He wants pastries and he wants S to leave him alone.

"Nana asked me to meet up with her the other night and said a lot of weird stuff."

 

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She pauses, pastry hovering at her lips. "What sort of weird stuff?"

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"Something about... not trusting you? I don't remember the specifics."

He does, in fact, remember the specifics.

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"Typical." She drops the pastry on his nightstand.

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Pastry! He will take it and be immensely grateful that he is not being asked more questions.

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She starts changing out of her running clothes and into loose bright colors. If she's going to be forced into blacks anyways, she can at least enjoy a little panache in the daytime. "I'm going to go find some more backdrops to paint. Where are you headed?"

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"I ... think I'll try and head to the actual theater and see if they need any help with lights."

Maybe he'll run into Nana. He is horribly curious about what she wants him to do.

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She's standing on the catwalk above the main stage, holding a tablet and running lights through various patterns: a star, crossed swords, focus on various stage marks, a crown. She doesn't notice him come in.

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