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Post by BASIL ATWOOD on Aug 24, 2013 17:43:12 GMT
Oh goodness, that was a surprise. She fell asleep on his loveseat? Well, it was an extremely comfortable piece of lounging furniture. He let out a soft snicker when she jolted up, the marks on her cheek noticeable. As she tried to straighten up her appearance, Basil made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a paper towel, wetting it with warm water and wringing it out before handing it over to her. "Here, it'll help you wake up and soothe your face." Nobody wants to walk around with pillow markings on their face. Basil followed after Hadley as they made their way down to her car, which he was surprised about. He didn't think that Hadley would be the type to own a car, let alone know how to drive one, but he decided to conveniently forget to mention that. The brunette got in and made himself comfortable, fixing the seat to fit his long, scrawny legs. After buckling up, he noticed a piece of paper attached to the dashboard and he leaned forward to better read it. When he realized what was on the paper, his eyes narrowed and facial expression fell to one similar of a deadpan. He looked over at Hadley and perked a brow, pointing at the paper pinned to her dash. "We're going grocery shopping?"he asked, half taking it as some kind of joke. She'd joke around with something like that, right? She did say "shopping therapy" didn't she? Basil didn't find grocery shopping to be a sort of shopping therapy... |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 0:16:26 GMT
With a yawn, she accepted the wet towel and slapped it on her face lazily, holding it there while she made her way into the car. She checked her hair and face in the mirror while he got himself situated in the car, tsking at her appearance.
Her eyes glowered at her own reflection and she sighed again, giving up on trying to fix her hair and settling for pulling it up into a loose bun. It was straightened today, but the hot and humid weather had puffed it back up. Sleeping in an awkward position hadn't helped either.
His words caught her off guard and she pushed the mirror back up then turned towards him. His expression and question confused her, leading to her slowly replying, "Yes... I told you we're going to the store, didn't I?" Maybe her words had been lost in translation, maybe the store meant something different to him. Maybe... she was weird? The very thought appalled her, her pride was far too vast to admit to being any sort of abnormal.
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Post by BASIL ATWOOD on Aug 25, 2013 1:24:55 GMT
"Oh... store... grocery store. I think you left out that minor detail when you mentioned it," Basil replied, raising his eyebrows lazily as he leaned back against the backrest. Oh well... he guessed she really was going to the grocery store, though he still didn't find that to be very fun. He loved to make his own food, cook for other people, bake things... but grocery shopping was the annoying part of that whole process. "I hope you know that grocery shopping isn't the only thing we're going to do while we're out. What do you say to a little bit of real therapy shopping?" Basil already decided it. He was going to take her out to shop for real. He was going to help her find a new outfit. Just one is all it was going to take, plus he wanted to pamper himself, too. He figured he'd deserved a new shirt or a new pair of shoes. One could never have too many pairs of nice shoes to go along with their amazing wardrobe of fashion. Had he ever mentioned that he was absolutely fantastic when it came to fashion and dressing other people? If not, it definitely needed to be said. "I'll help you pick out a new outfit today. Whatever style you like. But we're definitely going to buy more than a bunch of food. That's just a little bit ridiculous," he said with a nod. That's not to say he thought it weird; he didn't. But to spend all of your money on nothing but food? And he was sure it was going to be junk food, too. Oh hell no. Not on his watch. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 3:04:22 GMT
 The car started, and she pulled out into the street with a scowl on her face. "I cant even say no to you." She grumbled and mumbled, visibly irritated. But she still agreed. Not because she wanted to, or had a secret urge to, but because she was the one to drag him out in the first place. She'd let him go get his "real" therapy shopping and she'd sit back eating chips.
"Yeah yeah whatever." A new outfit? She didn't need one! She had plenty of clothes... yeah maybe they didn't really fit. Maybe they were a bit plain. But they were clothes nonetheless. She snapped her head to the side and glared at him. "Your face is ridiculous!" Food was her secondbest friend and she'd be damned to have him insult it.
She turned the radio on, letting loud electronic pop music fill up the car, as she continued down the relatively busy street. Her fingers strummed along and her body bobbed to the same rhythm. "What clothing stores are there anyways?" It was a roundabout way to admit she rarely shopped for clothes and she honestly had no clue what shops were around the island. |
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Post by BASIL ATWOOD on Aug 25, 2013 4:13:45 GMT
He chuckled at every one of her reactions. "Have I ever told you how much I enjoy your reactions? Because it really should be noted that I rather like them a lot." That's all he said for a little while before Hadley asked him another question, which he happily gave her the answer to. "There are a few thrift shops, some high-end places, and some that aren't too cheap nor too expensive--right in that perfect medium," he replied with a satisfied smile. He wasn't planning on taking her to anything like a thrift shop, nor a highly expensive boutique either, but since she asked, he felt the need to include them in his answer. "What types of clothing do you tend to buy for yourself anyway? I think I've asked this question once before, when we first met, but it was so long ago I'm afraid that it must have slipped my mind unfortunately." He was looking out his window when he asked, watching the other cars and the trees pass them by as they sped down the road, but turned to look at her halfway through his talking. "I don't plan on recreating your style or anything like that. I just think it would be nice to get you something you'll enjoy for longer than the few seconds it happens to be in your mouth..." He probably could have phrased that better, but it was too late to fix it now. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 5:18:07 GMT
How dare he compliment her in such a confined space? Her ears immediately reddened and she kept her eyes focused on the road, albeit a bit too focused. "T-thanks? I guess? Uh..." Glad that he changed the subject, she nodded in understanding.
"It wasn't even that long ago!" She tsked at him, and shook her head. She remembered perfectly the first day they had met and nearly everything that went down. "I usually wear uhm, button ups and jeans?" That was really all that was housed in her closet save for her three pair of shorts, one of which she was wearing today, and a pile of t-shirts. "Oh, right. T-shirts too, lots of them." She collected them from different places and events she'd gone to, they doubled as a souvenir and something useful.
"You really don't have to pick out anything for-" Her car slowed to a halt at the stop sign and she her head to face him. The comeback that had sprung to her mind about food had also disappeared. "I cannot believe the things you say." She resumed her normal speed after turning to face the road again. Hadley didn't know whether to blush or get annoyed so she settled for a baffled expression. She honestly could have punched him , not in a fit of rage but in exasperation. |
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Post by BASIL ATWOOD on Aug 25, 2013 7:33:26 GMT
"Oh come on. You don't have to be so awkward about it. Just take the compliment, Hadley," Basil replied, though a smile was pulling at the corners of his lips as he said it, indicating that it wasn't meant to be offensive. It's true that he really didn't have much of a filter on his mouth, so when he said things, they were rather raw, but it was all with good intentions some of the time. Actually, it was difficult to tell when he was trying to be good-natured or if he was being a pompous, sarcastic asshole. This was one of those good-natured times. "I know I don't have to. Trust me, I don't do a lot of things for plenty of people. I know when to say I don't want to do something if I don't have to do it. ...However, I do this time," Basil replied, looking over at her, his facial expression rather plain. He never was all that great with facial expressions, either. "Is that a bad thing?"Hadley's reactions didn't surprise him any. In fact, they were expected from her. But... that was all the more reason why he wanted to do this with her. It was out of his element and he just wanted to do it anyway, which was very rare for him to want. He never did nice things. Ever. Not anymore, yet here he was, actually wanting to do nice things. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 23:25:05 GMT
"Well if you hadn't noticed already, awkward is my middle name." Her hips shifted in the seat, restless and wanting to walk around. She had trouble sitting still for long periods of time unless she was exhausted or preoccupied, which driving did not do for her.
It was such an odd question to ask, her brain processed it confusedly. She dind't know how to answer it, or which way to take it. Should she have been flattered? Was he commenting on something related to her or was she reading too much into it? Hadley always over thought things, so she settled for a shrug. "I... guess its not?"
"Well, I guess you'll be my fashion savior." She sighed dramatically, trying to lighten up the mood and change the subject. She didn't want to stew over something while with that person, she'd rather save that for when she couldn't sleep at night.
The other drivers had been surprisingly good, letting her go when she needed and not tailgating. Hadley's road rage didn't have a chance to surface, which was a good thing. It'd be embarrassing to let him see how angry she got. Even if it was expected, her pride would not allow her to do that. With a sharp turn she came into the store's parking lot and circled around for a bit before finally finding one. She put the car in park, unbuckled her seat belt, then checked herself in the mirror still unsatisfied with how she looked today.
"You know, you don't have to come in with me. I won't be too long."
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Post by BASIL ATWOOD on Aug 25, 2013 23:55:06 GMT
"I've definitely noticed," he thought to himself as he watched her drive. He didn't have much room to talk, seeing how underneath all that false confidence, Basil was actually freaking out inside. He was feeling all mixed up the more he spent time with her and it was honestly stupid, so he thought. Constantly ignoring his inner monologue, that's what he was doing at all times. Especially when it came to her, recently. When they arrived at the store and Hadley put the car into park, he looked over at her and perked a brow high. "You want me to sit here in the car while you go into the grocery store by yourself? Then who would keep an eye on you? For all I know, you could go in there and 'accidentally' spend all your money on food and then 'Oops, I guess we can't go clothes shopping after all!!'" the brunette replied, mimicking Hadley when necessary, his voice going high in her mock dialogue. He unbuckled his seat belt, still looking at her as he waited for her to reply. There was no way that he would let her spend all her leftover money on food if he could help it. Actually, if he did, she was still going to get an outfit today. He would just buy it for her with his own money. He wondered how she would feel about that. Knowing her, Hadley would probably die right on the spot. Basil wasn't sure if he wanted that to happen. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2013 0:43:49 GMT
Hadley gasped and her mouth opened slightly in offense. "Don't mock me! I sound nothing like that!" She huffed and got out of the car, nearly slamming the door. "What are you my caretaker?!" Her hands went up in exasperation making her keys jingle together. She expected him to follow, not even bothering to look back, and locked the door with the button on her key ring when she heard the passenger door close.
"Besides its my money." She mumbled and the toe of her shoe scuffed the pavement as she kicked an imaginary rock. "Come on, come on slowpoke!" Hadley was nearly jumping up and down out of excitement as she grabbed a cart and wheeled it in. The huge expanse of the store made her smile. 'So much food, so many products, someone hold me.'
She rushed to the first isle, skipping the produce all together, and grabbed the first thing that came into view. A box of chewy cookies with macadamia nuts, her eyes glazed over the ingredients compromising with herself that macadamia nuts would provide enough "healthiness" to it.
The next thing she grabbed looked savory and salty, which was all the more reason to buy it in her opinion. By the time he'd get there she'd have gone down the first isle and have a mound of things she would probably never eat.
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Post by BASIL ATWOOD on Aug 26, 2013 1:42:59 GMT
Basil just rolled his eyes as Hadley got out of the car. He followed suit, jogging up to her in order to catch up and keep her from having another fit. She sure was cute. The buggy filled up fast and soon there was a huge pile of nothing but junk food inside. Basil grimaced at all the junk and he wondered to himself how she could even eat so much food. "I can't help but ask... How long is all of that food going to last you?," Basil questioned, tilting his head to the side. After he asked that question, he mentally tried to calculate the combined total of everything she had in the buggy. Add this with that--wait, that was on sale... carry the three... Hold on, was that 25% off? Oh to hell with it all. It was no use; there was just too much junk in there for him to even try and get a rough idea. She was doomed. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2013 5:52:28 GMT
How long the food would last was never something she dwelled on, instead she focused on eating it until it was gone and immediately replenishing that supply. Even if it meant going to a convenience store at 2 am. "Eh, long enough for me to cry over and soothe my aching heart." She said it plainly with an exaggerated frown then leaned on the cart. With slow steps she continued forward picking up and throwing in anything that interested her.
When she reached the liquor isle, she parked the cart in front of it and walked in, crouching down in front of the wine. The one thing she'd focus on were the costs of it and the labels. She was very particular about what she drank and be damned if she got cheated into paying for something crappy.
"You want anything? You can go get it while I shop around. Honestly I won't cause any trouble I promise." She put up her hands to signal she'd behave. She was actually worried she was annoying him with how she was shopping and acting, him trailing along all silent like put her on edge.
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Post by BASIL ATWOOD on Aug 26, 2013 7:54:51 GMT
Oh no... "'Aching heart'?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side as he bent down beside her while she browsed the different wines. As he waited for her answer, he reached for a wine he really loved, seeing how he was picky about the wines he drank, also, and handed it to her casually. "By the way, for the price, this here is absolutely amazing. The flavor is really good. I recommend it." There was no way he was going to go anywhere after hearing her say that. Even though he'd only walk off to pick out food to buy. He did't need any food anyways. He'd just gone grocery shopping a few days prior. "You know, I hate to say it, but you've been slightly out of your element all day. I noticed it from the moment you sat down at my kitchen table. I can't help but wonder what it is that's bothering you," Basil mentioned, his eyes focused on the wine bottles again as he said it. He had a feeling it was something to do with a relationship of some kind. Maybe she'd just gotten out of a bad one? Ah, that thought ripped through his chest a little bit for many different reasons. Basil definitely didn't like the thought of her just coming out of a bad relationship. Not only that, but the thought reminded him of his own heartaches from the past. It'd been at least two years, but he's had trouble moving on from it. At least he could understand her, if that was, indeed, the case to her heartache. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2013 8:43:17 GMT
Her hand grasped the bottle firmly and she turned it around one too many times. She stared at it, eyes squinting, as if the label held all the answers to the world. "Yeah... thanks. Might as well try it." It was said it slowly, a bit taken aback at his early question and his next comment.
Hadley didn't really not want to talk about it. It was just a rule of hers to not bother her friends with unnecessary ranting about her actually issues. She'd play around and complain about superficial things, but actually talking about what made her cry day in and day out? It sounded more like a tactic to drive her few friends away than anything else.
"Is it really that noticeable?" Her question quiet and nearly a whimper. Had she really been that out of it? She ran a hand across her face before speaking up softly again. "Nothing ever works out right, and I know its all because of me. I'm always the problem." It was vague, but quite obviously referring to a relationship. It angered her to no end she couldn't work things out. This was short one, one she thought would work and ended all too soon. But out of the large number of relationships she'd engaged in, it didn't hurt any less when one of them ended on bad terms.
Legs straightening out, her arms now cradled three regular sized bottles which were gingerly placed in the front of the cart. As she started to push the cart, she looked over her shoulder. "Come on, lets go check out before the ice cream melts." |
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Post by BASIL ATWOOD on Aug 26, 2013 9:01:01 GMT
He knew it. "Fuck me," is all he could think for a few seconds as he processed what she said mixed with her body language. What could he say to help? He knew that it couldn't have been her fault for everything. It's always both people's faults when a relationship doesn't work out, except for in rare cases where there's an abusive partner. It was true that she had a coarse personality, but was it honestly all that bad? Bad enough to ruin relationships like she made it out to sound? Basil had known harsher people who'd managed to have successful relationships. This sounded like a case of being too critical on oneself. But, how was he supposed to help her? He was the same way to himself. "There's no way it was all your fault,"he managed to say as they started to walk down the isle again, his voice low, but loud enough for her to hear. "Relationships are two-way streets, you know... So it was just as much their fault as it was yours." He couldn't lie, some of that was him trying to convince himself that his own past relationship wasn't all his fault, either, so his voice sounded a little somber as he spoke. |
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