In the name of friendship

[noirin]

Who: Noirin Oconaill and Ethan Glass
Where: The Jackabee Lounge
When: Afternoon
Open/Closed: Closed
Rated: PG I guess...?
What: OC Shenanigans

[It could be said quite plainly that this lounge was one of the strangest places Noirin had ever seen. Although it looked incredibly innocuous, the fact that it always had so many different people flitting in and out intrigued her, and today she decided she would observe it. How, you may ask?

Why, by being in it, of course.

Noirin has set herself up on one of the couches, a few books stacked by her side. She's reading one of them somewhat, the title obscured by decades of weathered age, though it seems like it doesn't really have her attention, because she often pauses to look up, sighing and resting her chin on her hand. On the table beside her is a plate of shortbread cookies sliced into neat little squares, and a note in clean, exacting penmanship, reads:]

Please Partake.
- N. Oconaill

Comments

[bulletproofcake]

Noirin. Yeah, thanks, er, again. [ He picked up one of the cookies and quickly popped it between his lips. He felt his cheeks tingle and flare with every chew before he swallowed. As he ate, he sat across from her, mostly aiming to relax while he has a moment in his life to do so, but also not to just eat and run. They would fly with his father, but maybe not strangers.

The look of her reminded him of an Odin Entity. Kale was a dark man, but she seemed to fit the bill. He wondered if she was, but outright asking would be stupid.

He finally notices what she had in her hands. ]

Woah. That script's seen better days. Y'don't see old ones like that anymore. [ yeah sure. ]

[noirin]

[It's pretty plain, so far as shortbread cookies go. But she's been making them for so long, the recipe is sort of ingrained in her.

She is sort of hoping he'll talk, though. Even if it's to ask a question. It'd be a touch disheartening if her efforts were for naught. When he comments on her book, she feels her spirits go up just a teeny bit.]

Really? That is odd. I have so many old books at home, it is almost bizarre for me to see a new one.