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xp_logsJulian is working on Christmas cards when Manuel comes looking for a current phone book- Backdated to Christmas Eve.
Manuel asked Lillian to wait for him while he went back upstairs to find the exact address he had booked. Clearly he was frazzeled today, with the buzzing of emotions building excitement in him. He thought that maybe he should skip Amara's cooking thing tomorrow (obviously she hasa lot of volenteers to help) and lock himself up in his room. The feel good of the mansion was slightly overwhelming and he was bristling with obnoxious laughter that threatened to burst at any moment. He need to get out of here.
The address was no in his room, at least no where he could find and he went downstairs to the kitchen, passing by Julian to retrieve a phone book. "Excuse me," he said, nudging Julian's hip aside without so much as waiting and opened the cupboard, searching for an updated book. 2006.... 2003... 2005... Where was that 2009 phonebook?
Julian was a bit put off by the sudden hip check away from the countertop he’d been working on. People around the mansion were usually very nice and while the man had managed an ‘excuse me’ they were usually much nicer than this. While the stranger, not that he hadn’t seen him around the mansion on occasion- they’d just never met, rummaged through drawers and cupboards, Julian reached in front of him and snatched his pen and one of the cards, leaving the plethora of gift certificates and other gifts sitting out.
He found the book he had been looking for and set it on the counter before glancing briefly in the younger man's direction. "My apologies for pushing you aside. Julian is it, yes?" he asked. He'd heard the name, put the name to the face, though in Manuel's eyes, he put coloured patterns to the emotions that linked to Julian. They were distinct on their own, especially at this proximity.
“Yes, that’s me,” he said- if the stranger was going to apologize, then he might as well be civil. “I’m afraid I don’t know who you are though.” Julian set the card down and capped the pen, extending an open hand to the well dressed man.
"Manuel de la Rocha," he smiled, taking that hand and giving it a firm but brief hand shake. An introduction such as this was rare for him and he felt the smile natural rather than foreign as it usually was, courtesy of the overall emotions of the residents. An early Christmas gift perhaps? His only one.
"You are here for Christmas tomorrow? Or are you going home?" he asked, flipping open the book on the counter and scanning for the restaurants section.
Julian had heard the name Manuel a couple times in the last few weeks; usually associated with a list of people to give a wide berth to. Those assessments didn’t seem to match up with the man standing in front of him. He smiled and crossed his arms over his chest- not closing himself off, rather just taking a relaxed posture. “I’m going to be here for a long time actually- sort of on parental exile. Short answer, yes.”
"Ah," Manuel said, nodding his head and his eyes locked with Julian's in a mutual understanding as though he had been in a similiar situation. "Cast out from the family. The black sheep position is a respectable one, if that is what you are. Yet I doubt very much that you will be that here. They tend to bend you into their folds and protect you like a hive would. If you would accept it, that is."
Manuel was correct, “Everyone here has been very welcoming so far- I don’t miss home at all, except for the warmth. I actually was just working on some Christmas cards.” Julian glanced over at the phone book in his hands, “I don’t think much is open tonight.”
"I have reservations to a restaurant that does a Christmas eve, seven course meal with fish. Preplanned, yet I forgot the address. And here it is," Manuel said, sliding the book across the counter so Julian could see. "Lupa. Upperclass. Perhaps we will go sometime when you are not making Christmas cards." He leaned on his cane and smirked, folding the book up once Julian had a good look. "You must excuse me, I am in a hurry and do not mean to be rude, however I have someone waiting at the door for me."
Manuel asked Lillian to wait for him while he went back upstairs to find the exact address he had booked. Clearly he was frazzeled today, with the buzzing of emotions building excitement in him. He thought that maybe he should skip Amara's cooking thing tomorrow (obviously she hasa lot of volenteers to help) and lock himself up in his room. The feel good of the mansion was slightly overwhelming and he was bristling with obnoxious laughter that threatened to burst at any moment. He need to get out of here.
The address was no in his room, at least no where he could find and he went downstairs to the kitchen, passing by Julian to retrieve a phone book. "Excuse me," he said, nudging Julian's hip aside without so much as waiting and opened the cupboard, searching for an updated book. 2006.... 2003... 2005... Where was that 2009 phonebook?
Julian was a bit put off by the sudden hip check away from the countertop he’d been working on. People around the mansion were usually very nice and while the man had managed an ‘excuse me’ they were usually much nicer than this. While the stranger, not that he hadn’t seen him around the mansion on occasion- they’d just never met, rummaged through drawers and cupboards, Julian reached in front of him and snatched his pen and one of the cards, leaving the plethora of gift certificates and other gifts sitting out.
He found the book he had been looking for and set it on the counter before glancing briefly in the younger man's direction. "My apologies for pushing you aside. Julian is it, yes?" he asked. He'd heard the name, put the name to the face, though in Manuel's eyes, he put coloured patterns to the emotions that linked to Julian. They were distinct on their own, especially at this proximity.
“Yes, that’s me,” he said- if the stranger was going to apologize, then he might as well be civil. “I’m afraid I don’t know who you are though.” Julian set the card down and capped the pen, extending an open hand to the well dressed man.
"Manuel de la Rocha," he smiled, taking that hand and giving it a firm but brief hand shake. An introduction such as this was rare for him and he felt the smile natural rather than foreign as it usually was, courtesy of the overall emotions of the residents. An early Christmas gift perhaps? His only one.
"You are here for Christmas tomorrow? Or are you going home?" he asked, flipping open the book on the counter and scanning for the restaurants section.
Julian had heard the name Manuel a couple times in the last few weeks; usually associated with a list of people to give a wide berth to. Those assessments didn’t seem to match up with the man standing in front of him. He smiled and crossed his arms over his chest- not closing himself off, rather just taking a relaxed posture. “I’m going to be here for a long time actually- sort of on parental exile. Short answer, yes.”
"Ah," Manuel said, nodding his head and his eyes locked with Julian's in a mutual understanding as though he had been in a similiar situation. "Cast out from the family. The black sheep position is a respectable one, if that is what you are. Yet I doubt very much that you will be that here. They tend to bend you into their folds and protect you like a hive would. If you would accept it, that is."
Manuel was correct, “Everyone here has been very welcoming so far- I don’t miss home at all, except for the warmth. I actually was just working on some Christmas cards.” Julian glanced over at the phone book in his hands, “I don’t think much is open tonight.”
"I have reservations to a restaurant that does a Christmas eve, seven course meal with fish. Preplanned, yet I forgot the address. And here it is," Manuel said, sliding the book across the counter so Julian could see. "Lupa. Upperclass. Perhaps we will go sometime when you are not making Christmas cards." He leaned on his cane and smirked, folding the book up once Julian had a good look. "You must excuse me, I am in a hurry and do not mean to be rude, however I have someone waiting at the door for me."
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