[ If there's one thing about the apron Baby was handed when he makes it to the soup kitchen, it's its accuracy. Baby's definitely no slouch in the kitchen, but he wouldn't call himself anything exceptional, either. Well, his pancakes are pretty stellar, but that's about it. So he doesn't protest as he puts on the apron and dons some gloves, helping out giving out food, and later, preparing bags for people to take home for later.
It feels good, to do something good, for someone else. Helps assuage the guilt and the feelings of selfishness he's been feeling since arriving in Cadelle; leaving people behind, doing this wish thing for others but mainly for himself, really. So helping out feels right, like this is what he's meant to do here.
He's doing it very enthusiastically, and when he's asked, he jumps at the chance of helping out hauling goods around. He's carrying a box of tinned beans, not looking ahead, earbuds firmly in his ears and music loud, when he bumps into someone. ]
Oh! Sorry!
two. light in the darkness
[ He didn't exactly give himself to time to decorate a lantern, but it doesn't really matter. All he does is write a names on the one he purchases, mom and dad and joseph and debbie and doc and darling, while in the car, parked at the beach. He sits there in his car for a while, just looking out at the people letting up lanterns into the night sky.
He takes a deep breath before walking out of the car and up along the beach, a little way away from the main crowd as he lights up the candle in his own lantern, Massive Attack playing in his ears. ]
I'm sorry, [ He says, more to himself than anyone around, as hot air fills up his lantern, carrying out the names of those he lost, those he hurt, those he left behind. ]
three. not quite camping
[ The tent setup is so completely foreign to Baby that he has to spend quite a while just walking around and looking at things, reading labels and making sure he's not going to be taking something that would leave him feel absolutely fucked. He's not one to lose control, and he doesn't want to regret anything.
Of course, he's hoping for someone in particular to show up. Someone that has grown very special to him in recent weeks, someone he can't spend enough time with. Someone he's definitely been wanting to get much, much closer to.
He fills up a plate with different little things from all tables, settling outside near the fire. When he finally dares, he goes for one of the spearmint cupcakes, immediately feeling like there's fingers carding through his hair, a soft, cool breeze that rises goosebumps all over, even though he's wearing his comfiest jumper.
Well. This is interesting. He shuffles a little closer to the fire, shivering - not really from the cold. ]
four. wildcard
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Baby | OTA
[ If there's one thing about the apron Baby was handed when he makes it to the soup kitchen, it's its accuracy. Baby's definitely no slouch in the kitchen, but he wouldn't call himself anything exceptional, either. Well, his pancakes are pretty stellar, but that's about it. So he doesn't protest as he puts on the apron and dons some gloves, helping out giving out food, and later, preparing bags for people to take home for later.
It feels good, to do something good, for someone else. Helps assuage the guilt and the feelings of selfishness he's been feeling since arriving in Cadelle; leaving people behind, doing this wish thing for others but mainly for himself, really. So helping out feels right, like this is what he's meant to do here.
He's doing it very enthusiastically, and when he's asked, he jumps at the chance of helping out hauling goods around. He's carrying a box of tinned beans, not looking ahead, earbuds firmly in his ears and music loud, when he bumps into someone. ]
Oh! Sorry!
two. light in the darkness
[ He didn't exactly give himself to time to decorate a lantern, but it doesn't really matter. All he does is write a names on the one he purchases, mom and dad and joseph and debbie and doc and darling, while in the car, parked at the beach. He sits there in his car for a while, just looking out at the people letting up lanterns into the night sky.
He takes a deep breath before walking out of the car and up along the beach, a little way away from the main crowd as he lights up the candle in his own lantern, Massive Attack playing in his ears. ]
I'm sorry, [ He says, more to himself than anyone around, as hot air fills up his lantern, carrying out the names of those he lost, those he hurt, those he left behind. ]
three. not quite camping
[ The tent setup is so completely foreign to Baby that he has to spend quite a while just walking around and looking at things, reading labels and making sure he's not going to be taking something that would leave him feel absolutely fucked. He's not one to lose control, and he doesn't want to regret anything.
Of course, he's hoping for someone in particular to show up. Someone that has grown very special to him in recent weeks, someone he can't spend enough time with. Someone he's definitely been wanting to get much, much closer to.
He fills up a plate with different little things from all tables, settling outside near the fire. When he finally dares, he goes for one of the spearmint cupcakes, immediately feeling like there's fingers carding through his hair, a soft, cool breeze that rises goosebumps all over, even though he's wearing his comfiest jumper.
Well. This is interesting. He shuffles a little closer to the fire, shivering - not really from the cold. ]
four. wildcard
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