TEST DRIVE MEME

[youngestone]

Test Drive Meme!

Scenarios:
> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. HOW FUN
> Arts and Crafts Fair. All the kitschy fun you can imagine.
> Wild Card! Make up your own.

Comments

[thebalrogslayer]

Chuckling, Gabriel nods, shifting Simon carefully so that he's supported against his chest, freeing up a hand to push the buggy closer to the bench. Despite his teasing, he appreciates the thought, sitting down at the edge of the bench so that Thorir can sit next to his granddaughters. "What flavours do you have?" He asks them, leaning over to smile at them.

[disdainfully]

"Cookies!" The older twin answers for both of them. "And mint. what do you have?"

"Mint." Thorir hands the cone over. "I just went ahead and assumed that you still liked that."

[thebalrogslayer]

"Someone's got good taste!" Gabriel smiles at them, accepting the cone from Thorir and shifting Simon into a safer position. The boy's still asleep and he doesn't want to wake him with a drip of ice cream.

"Thanks, mate." Well, Thorir can take that as a yes, as Gabriel accepts the cone. "Do you want Simon back?" ...Although maybe that would be best to wait until they have their hands free. It might be a bit tricky right now.

[disdainfully]

"I see no reason to." Friends and family, to him, are people whom he will trust unless he is given a good reason not to. Gabriel, all in all, has never done anything to lose that trust, and he certainly has no reason to not trust him to take good care of Símon, at least when it comes to things like holding him and carrying him around. "He looks quite comfortable."

[thebalrogslayer]

Gabriel's more than happy to keep the boy, smiling down at him. "He seems to be sleeping pretty soundly." And then that smile is replaced by a smirk. "I hope that doesn't mean he's awake all night." Although he's sure that Thorir's room is far enough from his daughter's apartment that it shouldn't bother the other man, aside from to have to deal with a tired and grumpy daughter and not!son-in-law the next day.

[disdainfully]

He's still displeased by the whole not!son-in-law-ness of the lad, but he has had to grudgingly respect that they want to pay for at least their wedding themselves. Even if it will take them another five years.

At his friend's words, he shrugs, though. "He seems to enjoy midnight-meals right now, no matter how much or little sleep he has had." Which he only knows through stories, luckily -. the backhouse is far enough from the main apartment to not be woken by the baby.