Log: Bobby and Manuel
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xp_logsFriday afternoon, Manuel and Bobby have a not-so-random random encounter. Manuel apologizes for past wrongs, and a somewhat wary truce is achieved.
Swimming was hard work, even if you weren't doing laps, but rather trying to dunk your friends as many times as possible. So after he dried off a bit, Bobby pulled a t-shirt on and headed for the kitchen, intent on an afternoon sandwich, to hold him over until dinner. His sandwiches were a creation to behold, when inspiration struck, but they did require a bit of preparation beforehand, so it took him three trips from the refrigerator to the counter to get everything spread out and ready for the masterpiece sandwich.
Manuel was lurking in the darker places inside the Mansion, using his power to make sure that nobody disturbed him. As soon as the crowd thinned out and Bobby was alone in the kitchen, he dropped his ignore-me weave and stepped forward. "I did not expect to ever see you again." he said in a calm, neutral tone of voice. Nothing about his language or posture gave any indication of being a threat whatsoever.
Bobby jumped, having been absorbed in his sandwich-making. He tensed up, despite the total lack of threat, but did his best to keep his tone just as neutral as Manuel's, although dislike, mistrust and a thread of fear ran through him. "Sorry to disappoint you?" He set the mustard-coated knife down on the counter and gave Manuel his full attention, wondering what this was all about.
Manuel could tell he wasn't even remotely sorry at all, so he let the comment pass unchallenged. "I ... would like to talk to you, for a moment. If I could." he said, slowly and carefully taking a seat at one of the kitchen counters.
Bobby decided he was not going to let Manuel get to him. At all. ...Well, not much, anyway. "So talk," he said with a shrug, leaning his hip against the counter and crossing his arms casually over his chest.
Manuel almost smiled at the defensive/aggressive posturing Bobby was putting on. "I ... did you wrong." he said with no preamble. "I will not offer any excuses, I will not hide behind my lack of shielding and my lack of will. I did you wrong, and I would like to apologize for my behavior." he said evenly.
...Okay, that was unexpected. "Oh." Bobby blinked, looking taken aback, his arms dropping to his sides limply. "Uh...apology accepted, I guess." His tendency towards niceness warred with over a year's worth of resentment and won, and he offered Manuel a hesitant smile. "Consider it...ice under the bridge." The smile turned to a crooked grin at the rather lame joke.
Manuel smiled all out of proportion to the worth of the jest. "I was ... not in a good place then." he offered by way of an explanation. "It took me a long time to come to terms with what was done to me, and I never should have involved you in my shame."
"Right. I mean, it's cool. Don't worry about it." Bobby wasn't sure what was done to him, and he sure as hell didn't intend to ask. "So you're okay with...me, now?" He was still a bit wary, because icing over the kitchen had not been his idea of a good time, and he didn't want to stop avoiding Manuel, only to have a repeat if he happened to have an 'inappropriate' thought or feeling at just the wrong moment.
Manuel grinned and stood up. "It's easier to show you." he said, just before he walked over next to Bobby and kissed him on the forehead. "Yeah, we're cool." he said with a grin, and then stepped aside to open up the fridge. "So what kind of monstrous sandwich are you making over there? And did you take all the roast beef?" he asked Bobby from inside the fridge.
Bobby stood stunned for a moment, then blinked and scanned the counter. "Roast beef's right here, there's still plenty left. And I'm not really sure how to classify my sandwiches." He grinned and grabbed a slice of swiss cheese, resuming the crafting of his masterpiece. "A 'some of whatever sounds good' sandwich."
Manuel hrmmed, and then stuck his head out of the fridge. "My speciality." he said with a grin, and his eyes glowed red as he pondered what would be really, really good right now. After a few moments of contemplation, he began to grab items out of the fridge and stacking them up.
Swimming was hard work, even if you weren't doing laps, but rather trying to dunk your friends as many times as possible. So after he dried off a bit, Bobby pulled a t-shirt on and headed for the kitchen, intent on an afternoon sandwich, to hold him over until dinner. His sandwiches were a creation to behold, when inspiration struck, but they did require a bit of preparation beforehand, so it took him three trips from the refrigerator to the counter to get everything spread out and ready for the masterpiece sandwich.
Manuel was lurking in the darker places inside the Mansion, using his power to make sure that nobody disturbed him. As soon as the crowd thinned out and Bobby was alone in the kitchen, he dropped his ignore-me weave and stepped forward. "I did not expect to ever see you again." he said in a calm, neutral tone of voice. Nothing about his language or posture gave any indication of being a threat whatsoever.
Bobby jumped, having been absorbed in his sandwich-making. He tensed up, despite the total lack of threat, but did his best to keep his tone just as neutral as Manuel's, although dislike, mistrust and a thread of fear ran through him. "Sorry to disappoint you?" He set the mustard-coated knife down on the counter and gave Manuel his full attention, wondering what this was all about.
Manuel could tell he wasn't even remotely sorry at all, so he let the comment pass unchallenged. "I ... would like to talk to you, for a moment. If I could." he said, slowly and carefully taking a seat at one of the kitchen counters.
Bobby decided he was not going to let Manuel get to him. At all. ...Well, not much, anyway. "So talk," he said with a shrug, leaning his hip against the counter and crossing his arms casually over his chest.
Manuel almost smiled at the defensive/aggressive posturing Bobby was putting on. "I ... did you wrong." he said with no preamble. "I will not offer any excuses, I will not hide behind my lack of shielding and my lack of will. I did you wrong, and I would like to apologize for my behavior." he said evenly.
...Okay, that was unexpected. "Oh." Bobby blinked, looking taken aback, his arms dropping to his sides limply. "Uh...apology accepted, I guess." His tendency towards niceness warred with over a year's worth of resentment and won, and he offered Manuel a hesitant smile. "Consider it...ice under the bridge." The smile turned to a crooked grin at the rather lame joke.
Manuel smiled all out of proportion to the worth of the jest. "I was ... not in a good place then." he offered by way of an explanation. "It took me a long time to come to terms with what was done to me, and I never should have involved you in my shame."
"Right. I mean, it's cool. Don't worry about it." Bobby wasn't sure what was done to him, and he sure as hell didn't intend to ask. "So you're okay with...me, now?" He was still a bit wary, because icing over the kitchen had not been his idea of a good time, and he didn't want to stop avoiding Manuel, only to have a repeat if he happened to have an 'inappropriate' thought or feeling at just the wrong moment.
Manuel grinned and stood up. "It's easier to show you." he said, just before he walked over next to Bobby and kissed him on the forehead. "Yeah, we're cool." he said with a grin, and then stepped aside to open up the fridge. "So what kind of monstrous sandwich are you making over there? And did you take all the roast beef?" he asked Bobby from inside the fridge.
Bobby stood stunned for a moment, then blinked and scanned the counter. "Roast beef's right here, there's still plenty left. And I'm not really sure how to classify my sandwiches." He grinned and grabbed a slice of swiss cheese, resuming the crafting of his masterpiece. "A 'some of whatever sounds good' sandwich."
Manuel hrmmed, and then stuck his head out of the fridge. "My speciality." he said with a grin, and his eyes glowed red as he pondered what would be really, really good right now. After a few moments of contemplation, he began to grab items out of the fridge and stacking them up.
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