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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Nov 8, 2012 4:52:15 GMT -5
DARLING WILL YOU PLEASE TAKE A WALK WITH ME? .WE COULD COUNT THE STARS AND DISAPPEAR He loved how flawlessly they could work off one another and had to stop himself from chuckling when she continued the lyrics as calmly as Joshua had. He wondered if any of those around them had heard and understood the exchange, wondered if they were exchanging glances and feeling disgust toward the couple casually discussing sex in front of the cafe. He didn't care, of course, for Josh was well known among his friends for being fairly shameless. The opinions of others only mattered when he was the center of attention. All eyes on him didn't bother him until the judgement started pouring in. It was enough to make almost anyone uncomfortable. "That's a good point, actually. I wonder what sort of music they get here." A lot of French, doubtlessly, but did they get any of the hit singles from other countries? It felt like an important question to ask someone later.
Though moose were usually painted as docile creatures, Joshua knew that they were capable of dealing a lot of damage. He was probably lucky they hadn't butchered him with their massive antlers when they kidnapped him from New York. He remembered when he'd vacationed with the family in youth to Nova Scotia and how they'd hit a moose in the road. It had jarred the entire car and shaken everyone up. He didn't want a repeat experience. "So what kidnapped you, an eagle?" His lip twitched as he imagined it. Stereotypes were good to poke fun at. Nell seemed to struggle for a moment on what kind of power the giraffe superhero might have and he considered her eventual suggestion over a bite of the duck. "Be a bit of a shit power, don't you think?" he asked, gesturing with his fork as he spoke. "I mean he could be an ambassador for the giraffes but that's about it." Poor guy. He'd probably make fun of humans for being short, too, because Josh bet anyone who looked like a giraffe was bullied as a kid and they'd turn into a right asshole.
Apparently his wife as as eager to ditch the establishment as he was, something that relieved the Fire graduate. His sobriety had long since became a thing of the past and he was struggling with how to deal with the warmth in the back of his neck and the fact that Nell was hiding behind him. His thoughts felt slowed and this was frustrating. He didn't actually start moving, so he started in surprise when she grabbed his arm and started to pull him toward the exit, half-following and half-stumbling after her out into the street. The cool air of October felt nice against his flushed cheeks and so he did not bother to warm himself right away, blinking up at the stars as if they had an answer to the universe and all its questions. "Nice night..." While he was preoccupied with the sky, Nell seemed more worried about where they were headed. He turned his attention to her and thought about it, frowning. "Je ne sais pas," he replied, once again reflexively speaking in French. That was an easy one, one of the basics. I don't know, he'd said, shrugging as if the verbal response was not enough. "Guessing you'd prefer to skip out on the hotel then? Okay, uh..." He switched back to English, swapping between the two as if it was completely normal to do so. Nell chose that moment to latch herself onto him like a koala bear and he smiled down at her fondly even though he didn't really know why she was clinging to him. He was drunk, he didn't need to question things.
Much like he didn't question where they were going to find brownie-making ingredients at night in a foreign country. In fact, Joshua's gray eyes lit up like those of a kid on Christmas morning when she suggested baking some of the sweet baked goods. "Yeah!" he said enthusiastically. "Fucking brownies Nell. You're a genius. A genius." He felt the need to stress this, ruffling her hair in excitement because he could. God, he loved brownies. This was exactly why he married this woman, she always had the best ideas. Actually he'd married for love but right now brownies seemed like a pretty good choice. "A... a store. We can get them at a store." Really helpful, wasn't he? Joshua thought a little harder and then stressed, "Grocery store. They'd have everything." Never mind the fact that they'd need a kitchen and those weren't as easy to get a hold of as baking ingredients. He didn't think of that now as he started looking for the map, patting his pockets and his thighs as if it would magically materialize into his hands. "I've got it right...right..." He looked frustrated as he curled one hand into a fist and pounded it against his thigh, patience much shorter than usual in his intoxicated state. "No map. I got this, though. I can find us a damn grocery store. Supermarché, that's what they call 'em here. Supermarket. And I got this." He started confidently down a street as if he had memorized a route to one of the places.
I WISH YOU COULD SEE .YOU'RE THE ONLY GIRL I'VE EVER DREAMED OF ARE YOU SATISFIED?
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Nov 8, 2012 6:26:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: transparent, width: 400px; height: 300px;] i love paris in the rain Down in Paris they walk fast. That is unless they're walking slow. And in cafes they look away That is unless they look right in. And in the gardens I get lost That is unless I'm getting found. And if you are the ghost of New York City Then won't you stick around? Ne me quitte pas, mon cher, ne me quitte pas.
Unfortunately, for Josh to be a New Yorker he'd need the accent he was sorely lacking. Otherwise they would sniff him out and tell him to get his Canadian ass back to the great white north. Well, not everyone had the accent, but it was still pretty noticeable, especially since she grew up around it and immigrated to a whole new country. Nell nodded, her face very serious. "Snatched right out of my igloo," she said like one of those people being interviewed after a tragedy and speaking of how horrible it was. How a bald eagle got into this igloo? She left that up to the same creative force that got moose into a hospital. Of course her husband had to make her idea for the Human Giraffe's superpower with his fork-gesturing and his logic. "Hey, man, the Human Giraffe can use his power to become an oil magnate and take over the world and be a supervillain. Just through words. Think about that." She lifted her eyebrows and paused as if she had just made a very profound observation over the fact that supervillains exist in manipulative people who had a way with words. "Or he can be like Mr. Fantastic and have extendable limbs." Definitely less profound than how it started, but she figured if he could have a long neck, he could have other extendable limbs.
In retrospect, it may have been a wiser decision to actually stay and try to sober up with food and water. But what drunk person actually thought that far? When Josh started speaking, she bristled, like a cat who's hair shot up when frightened. The French language was starting to both confuse her and scare her. "Wha?" She said at Josh's French. Then he switched over languages and she nodded slowly, making a slow 'aahh' sound. "Not yet, nope." She blinked. Hopefully he wouldn't use French again, but she couldn't make any promises about lapsing into random Spanish because of her brain firing off mixed signals for her. That would be easy for her to interpret -- French, not so much. It was disorienting, and that wasn't a good thing when she felt like the human equivalent of fog. It was a comparison that made her laugh silently, though at this point anything could have made her giggle. Anything that didn't have to do with condoms, because that was just not funny. Along with giggling at so much as the wind blowing by, she was also much more affectionate and was determined to stay attached to Josh like velcro. Or a koala bear. In any case, the moment she detached herself she knew she would sway, so it would be better to stay close to him. Also because he was warm and she wanted to cuddle with him and suddenly going back to the hotel seemed like a good idea. But first, brownies.
Josh got really excited about brownies, and that was not surprising.. What was surprising was the fact that it showed, and that he ruffled up her hair. Nell giggled. "You are soooo drunk," she told him, poking his chest accusingly. As if she wasn't half-stumbling herself, clinging to him for dear life and laughing at the fact that she was a genius now because brownies. In the space of time she had thought about them and decided that they needed some in their stomach, she had really started to crave the chocolate fudge goodness. The issue would be in finding the ingredients. Her husband got a little further than she did in cognitive process, offering up a grocery store as a good place to find these ingredients. "Grocery store," she said in awe as if she'd never heard of such a thing before. That's before she broke out into another fit of giggles. Why? Did one need a reason to laugh? Well, okay, her husband being drunk was pretty funny. It was the reason for half of her laughing, and she had pretty much forgotten about her error in French now that she was on the streets and feeling much better about herself now that she could speak English freely. The only confusing thing would be looking at signs, because her brain was not helping her out in making her think of English first, causing her to wonder why there were so many misspellings.
She pulled back and watched as he searched for the map, that she was pretty sure that she had entrusted to him. "Pretty" being the operative word, because that required thinking a lot of hours back, and she wasn't capable of that. "Maybe we should say map," she said quietly, before lifting he voice. "Say map!" She waited for a moment, and since there was no reply, she quickly settled back on the heels of her shoes, wobbling a little. "Okay, nevermind." However, Josh seemed to have a better idea than her. Or well, she trusted him to find it because this was her husband. She trusted him to find the way to the supermarché. At least with that explanation, she wasn't as terrified of the language. "Sounds like paper mache," she observed, except it didn't really, just to her ears. Maybe his, too. They were in the same boat, paddling through an ocean of booze and spirits. She supposed the conclusion they can draw from tonight was that French wine is really good. He started off and it took her a moment to register that she should follow, and so she caught up as quickly as she could, grabbing onto his hand. She would have started skipping and singing "We're off to see the Wizard" if she believed she had the coordination to do so.
After what felt like a while of walking, she pursed her lips. Nell wasn't going to complain about her feet hurting, or her head swimming, or anything she probably should have complained about. Even when out of her mind drunk, she still held onto her values of not becoming a burden. What if Josh just left her behind in the search for the supermarket because she whined? Then she would have nowhere to go. Instead of speaking about her foot concerns, she asked, "Hey, baby...do you really know where we're going? Because I don't know what this place is." Of course she didn't recognize where they were, and she felt the helpless feeling of being lost settle in. So she was relying on Josh to get them to where they needed to go, hoping for the bright beacon of their promised land -- the supermarket.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Nov 8, 2012 7:05:54 GMT -5
DARLING WILL YOU PLEASE TAKE A WALK WITH ME? .WE COULD COUNT THE STARS AND DISAPPEAR He wondered how many people actually assumed that Canadians slept in igloos but pushed the thought aside before it could become too much of a distraction. His curious personality could be a hindrance when it caused his mind to wander. "How tragic," he said blandly like he was obligated to sound sympathetic but didn't actually care. Then came the wonderful subject of giraffes and superpowers and he listened to Nell's explanation before raising his eyebrows. "I thought he was supposed to be a superhero?" He didn't know how the whole hero to villain conversion worked. Though he didn't know much about heros and villains, Joshua recognised the name. Mr. Fantastic. He didn't spare a whole lot of thought on where the guy was from, though, because comics weren't enough of his thing. Extendable limbs sounded like a decent power. Surprise sucker punch, mother fucker.
He didn't realise how much of a problem his French ramblings were for Nell and he stared at her when she seemed confused. "Je. Ne. Sais. Pas." He repeated each word slowly as if he was trying to teach a small child or like his wife was hard of hearing. Was that it? Had she not heard him correctly? "Je ne sais pas," he said again for good measure, "I don't know, Nelly. I don't knoooow." The word was long and drawn out and Joshua sounded mildly distressed. Why was all of this on his shoulders? He wasn't in a fit state to make a decision! Nell came to the rescue with her brownies, though, and thoughts of the hotel were momentarily forgotten in favour of how good they were going to taste. They could celebrate their honey moon in the hotel later. He narrowed his eyes when she laughed at his suggestion of a grocery store, getting quite offended. "What's so funny?" 'Don't be mean to your wife' had been forgotten because now she was laughing at him and that was totally not okay. I'd like to see her come up with a better idea! The thought was indignant and he felt as petulant as a small child. He couldn't help that he was drunk, damn it! He couldn't help that she didn't have any suggestions of her own. His normally good memory was thrown under the bus as he forgot his irritation just as quickly, remembering brownies and their importance.
Had he been sober enough to contemplate the meaning of Nell's words he might have made the connection to Dora the Explorer in his mind. He knew that she watched the show even if he didn't know much about it himself and he also knew that she'd chosen Dora as her costume for Halloween. As it were, his intoxication prompted him to stare at her for several long seconds as if waiting for her to get to some point of a point. "I don't get you," he informed her, shaking his head. Nope, not at all. It was his turn to laugh as Nell mentioned paper mache because mache, it was an amusing word when he was in the state he was. He nearly tripped over a crack in the sidewalk in the first few seconds of walking but after regaining his stride he continued on with a fairly confident strut. Leo would have been proud. Though normally considerate of those he was walking with enough to slow his pace, Joshua had almost forgotten about his wife's height disadvantage and drunkenness. He was on a quest for brownies and he'd be damned if he didn't find them. He glanced down at Nell when she took his hand and that was all the distraction he needed. The air proved a worthy opponent as he tripped over absolutely nothing and landed hard, unable to regain his footing thanks to his imbalance. He did his best to avoid letting Nell smack face-first into the pavement and landed on his back himself, winded. "Ugh," he complained, glaring up at the sky as if it had done him some great wrong. "Stupid fucking sidewalk." It was the sidewalks fault, not his. "You okay, babe?" Drunk or not, Nell was his first concern. Well, second after cussing out the sidewalk but it had hurt them both, it deserved a verbal lashing.
Standing proved to be a challenge. A real one. Each time he tried to straighten up, the world saw fit to pitch around him and disorient him enough that he didn't get farther than a few inches. Eventually, with the help of a sympathetic lamppost he'd narrowly avoided cracking his skull on, Joshua pulled himself up and offered a hand to Nell as well. The fall should have knocked some sense into him and reminded him that he didn't have a damn clue where he was headed but after catching his breath he set off with the same determination as before... if a little slower to avoid another accident. His back would have been aching if he'd been sober enough to care but as it was he didn't so much as look uncomfortable. It would hurt in the morning, no doubt. He turned his head toward Nell as she spoke and gave a confident nod. "Yeah... yeah, 'course I know where we are," he said, lying blatantly. "We're in France, Nell. Paris. I know where we're going." He so did not know where they were going. "Look at this face, would I lie to you?" He was doing a damn good job of it, or so he assumed. He also didn't consider himself a liar. He would figure out where they were, see. That was his plan. Then Nell would be impressed!
I WISH YOU COULD SEE .YOU'RE THE ONLY GIRL I'VE EVER DREAMED OF ARE YOU SATISFIED?
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Nov 8, 2012 8:18:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: transparent, width: 400px; height: 300px;] i love paris in the rain Down in Paris they walk fast. That is unless they're walking slow. And in cafes they look away That is unless they look right in. And in the gardens I get lost That is unless I'm getting found. And if you are the ghost of New York City Then won't you stick around? Ne me quitte pas, mon cher, ne me quitte pas.
Nell shrugged at his reply, reacting with the same nonchalance as he did. "Happens to many good Canadians. Mr. Rogers? He was Canadian." Mr. Roger's Neighborhood had been one of the only children's shows she got to watch, and so she remembered what she could fondly. He was definitely Canadian material, and she imagined him walking through the streets of New York greeting everyone passing by with a nice smile and maybe an ice cream cone. When Josh lifted his eyebrows, she wagged her finger at him. Nell always had an answer for everything. "That's the plot twist; there's two Human Giraffes!" She paused for dramatic effect. "Bam, just made a movie." A very weird movie that made no sense. But if The Human Centipede could be considered legitimate cinema, then her own adaption should have a chance. Not that she was actually considering, because if she ever made a movie, it would be some kind of psychological thriller or drama or something that made people think. All her favorites were that, they were Fight Club and Blue Angel and Apocalypse Now -- The Human Centipede went on the list of movies she feared having to watch again.
Josh was kind enough to take the time and repeat himself...in French. And she pursed her lips as she thought, rolling her eyes up and trying to cycle the words through her swirling head before he explained with distress and the lightbulb seemed to go off in her head. "Ohhh," she said, nodding slowly. "Wait...what don't you know?" She had quickly lost track of the conversation and now she had no idea what she had said to him just seconds ago. Her memory was brilliant. That was why she wasn't in charge of figuring out a good place to find brownie ingredients. However, Josh didn't seem at all pleased with her response to his words. He was obviously miffed and she didn't know what she had said, the only things she could remember being 'grocery store.' She laughed out of nervousness, covering her mouth with her hand as she said, "I'm sorry." Realizing how muffled it was, she dropped her hand and gathered herself enough to explain. "I'm sorry. It's just...grocery store. Have you ever realized how funny that word is? Groceries. They're not even gross." Why were they called that? All of the English classes she had taken and none of them could have informed her why such a great thing sounded so weird. In any case, she hadn't been laughing at Josh. Rather, she had been laughing at everything because everything was funny.
Nell held her own when he stared at her, staring right back so for a second it felt like a contest. She didn't know who won before he spoke, and she blinked, sniffing. "But you still loooveeee me, right?" she asked, drawing out the word as if that could sway him in his answer. It was a pity that he didn't understand her, a tragedy really, but she did not have time to weep for it, because they had brownies to find. And Josh was certainly hellbent on it. B-but, I'm short, she thought indignantly when she finally realized that he was walking again after staring for a while at nothing in particular. She envied her husband because he got all the height and it wasn't fair, he should share. All the milk she drank did nothing for her. When she did catch up with him, she hadn't expected him to tip over and hello there, sidewalk. Josh was kind enough to allow her from face-planting and after a moment she rolled over onto her back, taking in deep breaths. The fall had winded her, but over the blood rushing in her ears she heard Josh cursing out the concrete. Deserves it, she thought. He asked after her and she said weakly, "I've fallen and I can't get up, I need help!" She paused and then laughed. "I think I'm kay..." She shifted around, checking her elbows and deemed herself to be in mint condition. Like a really nice car. "All system are go." But she was still lying there, on a French street that was scarily foreign...and French.
She felt like a turtle, but watched as Josh unsteadily got to his feet, withholding her laughter and the urge to call him a Weebles. Pulling herself up into a sitting position, she took his hand and hauled herself up, stumbling around as the head rush made her dizzy. "Whoa," she said softly, pressed a hand to her head. That was not a nice feeling. For a moment she felt that she would upchuck, but then everything settled into place, and she blinked at Josh...who was walking again. She sped up to catch him, this time not grabbing onto him, fearing that she would push him into the gutter or something. They didn't need anymore trips on this trip. Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh... He answered her question, but not really because they were obviously in France. "It'd be bad if we weren't," she said gravely, her eyes wide. What if they had slipped through a portal and were in a parallel universe and they had to trip again to get back to their universe? That would be crazy. But he spoke with confidence and so when he asked the rhetorical question, she shook her head, eyes still wide. "No, I believe in you! Guide us to the holy land!" Of supermarkets and brownies and other things that were around. She felt a lot less worried now that Josh had guaranteed that he knew where he was going, even though everything was in French and kind of scary and she felt like she was in an Andy Warhol movie with how much she was bugging. "So uh...what street are we on?" she asked quietly, looking around for signs that she would definitely not understand.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Nov 9, 2012 2:18:31 GMT -5
DARLING WILL YOU PLEASE TAKE A WALK WITH ME? .WE COULD COUNT THE STARS AND DISAPPEAR He'd been so focused on the task of parroting himself for his wife's benefit that Joshua had forgotten the significance of whatever it was that he didn't know what it was he was trying to deny knowledge of. Wait. Why should he admit to being clueless about anything? His pride kicked in at that moment, reminding him just how much he hated it when he couldn't find an answer for a problem. "What are you talking about?" He looked a mixture of cocky and smug as he insisted, "I know everything." He had just got done telling Nell that he didn't know where they should go and yet now he was insisting that there was nothing he did not have an answer to. He had an excellent memory when he wasn't plastered and would probably have come up with a more literal answer if he'd thought on it for more than two seconds but his pride was at stake, here! He didn't want Nell thinking she'd married a dumb ass.
She apologised to him in true Canadian fashion and he contemplated the concept of forgiveness while she explained herself. He blinked. "Gross... hey, I never noticed that before. Gross-er-ies. Huh." Drunk wasn't the best state to be in when having his mind blown because he wasn't entirely sure how he should be handling this information. "That's fucking weird. Words are weird. I don't get people." On the bright side, they'd come a long way from pointing and grunting at one another to convey a message. Five long seconds of silence later and Joshua was still stuck on groceries. Who the fuck came up with this shit? Curiosity again, this time a lot less subtle and easily ignored than when he'd wondered about songs in front of the cafe. Instead of flitting through his mind like a leaf in the wind, this was like being smacked in the face with a brick. He really wanted to know. The existence of Google and the phone in his pocket with internet access had long since slipped his mind and so he was left to stew in his sea of confusion. Thanks, Nell. "I don't want groceries if they're gross. I like supermarché better. The French know what they're doing." Never mind the fact that the word grocery actually came from the French word grossier. He'd forget his preoccupation with the word by morning but for now it would nag at the back of his mind like some annoying pest.
She asked after his love for her and he answered with a grin, nodding. "Of course." He attempted to prove this to her by leaning down to kiss her but he was hit with an inexplicable desire to laugh, straightening back up and shaking his head. He had to let it out for a good ten to twenty seconds before he regained his composure enough to peck her on the lips, still smiling at some joke only he understood. Clinging to the base of the lamppost like it was a lifeboat in a storm, he paused in his efforts to get to his feet to inform Nell, "Then you need Life Alert." He spoke in his best impression of a voice actor, which wasn't a very good impression thanks to the slurring and breathlessness. He clawed his way up the lamp post and leaned one arm on it as he tried to ignore the turning of his stomach. I just wanted some groceries that aren't gross, he complained in his mind, glad at least that his wife was all right and that neither of them were particularly injured. He was just grumpy because of the stupid sidewalk and its obvious conspiracy against him. "Did anyone see?" he wondered belatedly, glancing around as if he was expecting a live studio audience to be howling with laughter at the pair of them. No one seemed particularly occupied with the drunk couple and so Josh was satisfied enough to move on without getting into a brawl in the middle of a Parasian street.
Speaking of streets, Joshua felt more than a little cornered when he realised that he didn't have an answer to his wife's question. He stalled for several sections and glanced furtively around as if hoping a street sign would magically appear in front of him so that he could point at it and insist that yeah, he knew exactly where they were going. He'd been following the signs, see! His luck did not include instances of teleporting signs and so the long pause aided in doing nothing but painting him in a very confused and lost light. "No..." He admitted this slowly and worked his jaw. Shit. Busted. And he would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for those streets and their meddling signs. "But that's only because we're not at home! Who needs streets? I can find a grocery store. A supermarché. I can. Just watch me." Considering they'd been walking for ages with no luck and they were now stranded in a completely foreign area that was probably tourist unfriendly, it would be evident to anyone with a clear head that he didn't know what he was doing at all. And after another couple of streets, even Josh started to lose faith in himself. He slowed his stumbling to a halt and plopped down on a curb. "I really want brownies," he sighed. Then, an admission that he should have made ages ago the moment he stopped recognising the buildings. "I think we're lost, Nell." And by 'think', Josh meant that he was absolutely positive he was lost.
I WISH YOU COULD SEE .YOU'RE THE ONLY GIRL I'VE EVER DREAMED OF ARE YOU SATISFIED?
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Nov 9, 2012 10:30:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: transparent, width: 400px; height: 300px;] i love paris in the rain Down in Paris they walk fast. That is unless they're walking slow. And in cafes they look away That is unless they look right in. And in the gardens I get lost That is unless I'm getting found. And if you are the ghost of New York City Then won't you stick around? Ne me quitte pas, mon cher, ne me quitte pas.
Nell could believe that Josh knew everything. That meant she should have been asking him more important questions all along, like the purpose of human existence, the truth behind the debate of nature versus nurture, and the point of the butt ends of bread loaves. Instead, she just raised her eyebrows and nodded slowly. "So true, man," she said, accepting what he said as fact. Because he just looked so confident in himself, how could she not accept this as the ultimate truth? Okay, still really drunk. She chuckled. Luckily she was the type of drunk that did not freak out, even though she hated when she was out of control of herself. The fact that she felt in control was good enough for her. It put any worry at easy, and just made her thankful that she wasn't stumbling. She was just stumbling a tiny, little bit.
He kept repeating the word grocery, and her forehead wrinkled in concern. Because now it was starting to lose its meaning, like any word repeated too much. What is grocery? What did it mean? "It doesn't even sound like a word anymore." Laughter had bubbled up through the sentence until she had to stop and cover her mouth. And Josh was so mad at the word! It was surprising that she hadn't called a time out in their search so she could double over in laughter. He was so darn funny. Now she kept repeating it in her head to try and figure out how she had never noticed it in the first place, just how weird a word it was. How could she have lived life so long without making this simple observation? It was like peanut butter. A lot of words just did not make sense. "I don't like the French, apparently they're super into condoms." She had remembered her slip-up but now that it was in the past, she could look back on it and laugh. Again. It was just that funny. Of course, she overlooked the fact that it wasn't the fact she didn't really like condoms that offended the man, it was the audacity of her saying it in polite company. "Supermarché just sounds like an alien." She was thinking of ET in an overcoat and that image was hilarious, and if she ever did stop laughing, she certainly started up again thinking of this. Her mind was against staying serious, but what was the fun in seriousness?
She could barely even be serious after they had tumbled, and she was laughing still. True enough, she would have had a similar reaction sober. Most people laughed after being injured, whether it was a nervous reaction or to make it seem like nothing. It seemed Josh was filled with the giggles, and he looked like he was about to kiss her after reaffirming his love for her before he was laughing. That made her laugh too, giggling as she pressed her lips against his, before clapping her hands. "Yay, I'm awesome!" Even if her husband didn't understand the purpose of calling out for a map. It was disappointing, him not understanding the vital importance of Dora the Explorer. He gave his impression of a voice over for the Life Alert commercials and she looked around. "Dude, it's be crazy if like...like if our life was a commercial. You ever think about it? Like...that's intense." She looked mildly distressed. It would be reminiscent of Stranger than Fiction, when Will Ferrell was in a book and he could hear the narration. She was glad that there wasn't some godly voice narrating everything she did, though, she might lose her mind. But then she was laughing again and it was all right until he asked if anyone saw and she abruptly cut herself off, swinging around to try and see if anyone was around. It wasn't a good idea, for she clutched her head again. People should not be out right now, those are the people that know what they were doing. They were being very bad tourists right about now. "Smart Parisians are in bed by nine," she murmured, blinking a little. The fall had been somewhat sobering, clearing her mind for a moment, but standing up her equilibrium was fucked as it had always been.
Nell was content to follow Josh like a lost puppy. Or Pikachu in the early Pokemon games. Or Boots to Dora. Either way, he was the one in charge and she trusted that her inebriated husband knew what he was doing. At least, he had a better chance than she did. However, he looked frustrated when he admitted that no, he didn't know what street they were on. That didn't bring her hopes down. Not yet. Because in her mind, her husband could still have a clue as to where he was taking them. Her confidence in him was founded once again when he said that he would find the grocery store. "Okay!" she said brightly, completely believing in him. There was no way they would end up somewhere bad, right? There wasn't bad places in France. This was France. All they had was good wine and smelly cheese. What was the crime rate around there anyway? She stopped when Josh sat down on a curb, and said that he wanted brownies. "It's happening, Joshy, we're gonna get brownies." She said it with the same conviction that he had used when saying that he knew everything and that he would be able to find the grocery store. And she felt that conviction...until he told her that they were probably, most likely, certainly lost.
She took a moment to let it sink in. She wasn't unused to that feeling, the one of being lost. The feeling it brought wasn't unfamiliar, either, the sinking in her stomach. They were lost in a foreign country. They were never going to find their way back because this was Paris and it was big and their hotel looked like every other building, and every building looked like the other to her right now. Emotions had her in their stranglehold and she just stood there until she sat down on the street, and then laid out on her back. "We're lost," she said simply, and it was breaking her heart. She didn't like being lost, it was scary. Pressing her hands against her face, she said, "I am the worst explorer ever." It sounded like she was about to cry, but she kept her own. The cold street against her back was certainly helping. Unfortunately, it was doing a bad job at sobering her up. "And now we're not gonna get brownies and we'll be stuck here forever and we're probably going to die." Nell covered her eyes, her mood having done a complete one-eighty from her giggly, happy intoxication. Now Josh had tossed her into a pit of despair, and she wasn't as good at keeping a handle on everything as she would be were she sober. She certainly wouldn't be laying in the road.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Nov 11, 2012 10:47:06 GMT -5
DARLING WILL YOU PLEASE TAKE A WALK WITH ME? .WE COULD COUNT THE STARS AND DISAPPEAR Good for his ego on a bad day, Nell was doing a brilliant job of boosting up his self-esteem for the night. Drunk and cocky as he was, it felt like justification to have someone backing him. He might as well have been Einstein for how confident he felt about his own intelligence at that moment. He knew everything, including the way they'd need to go in order to reach the elusive haven of a gross-ery store. The word just kept getting weirder and weirder, Nell pointing out her opinion as Joshua stewed in confusion about its origins. They were in a bad state and they shouldn't have been allowed to continue on their determined quest but with no one around to advise them of their own idiocy they were left alone to do as they wished. Nell provided a welcome and hilarious distraction from his frustration over the English language when she made light of her earlier slip up. It was hard to breath as he fought to stop laughing and regain his breath, thankfully not stumbling over his own feet and kissing the pavement. An affair with the sidewalk on his honeymoon? No thanks. "Oh, man, you should have seen your face." Now that they were away from the judgemental stares of their fellow wine-tasters, Josh was much less reserved about his amusement. It probably still wasn't in good taste to laugh at Nell but he couldn't help it. The more he remembered the man's abrupt departure and Nell's expression when she'd learned of her mistake, the funnier it became. "Should have asked him what he thought of the pill. Ice breaker, y'know?" He pressed his lips together but couldn't hold in the burst of laughter that followed.
The sudden hysterics past, Joshua was focused and composed enough to nod in agreement. "Very awesome." He was going to be awesome, too, awesome enough to find them some god damn brownies. He could feel his stomach growling in anticipation. It seemed his wife was intent on boggling his mind that night for her comment on Life Alert had him thinking much harder than he wanted to be in the next few seconds. "Don't make me think things," he complained, but it was too late for that and suddenly he was imagining someone sitting at home and watching a commercial starring he and Nell, scrutinizing their every move. It made him oddly uncomfortable but he shook it off. He might have been drunk but he was logical enough to know that it was not true. "What would we be commercial-ing for?" Advertising was clearly too mainstream of a word. "Brownies?" It was clear that the baked goods were heavily on his mind and he wished that he could snap his fingers and teleport to the grocery store right there and then. Maybe they should have been in a commercial for Dora so that they could use her map to get out of wherever they were stranded. Not that he was going to admit that he was lost. No, Nell was counting on him. "But that's so early," he said, frowning. "Who goes to bed at nine?" Well, all right, so he'd crashed early a few times when he'd known he needed a really good sleep for something in the morning but it seemed awfully early for an average day.
Nell had a lot of faith and he was determined to prove himself to her, wanting to ensure that his wife was thrilled with him by the end of the night. She'd make awesome brownies for the both of them and then they'd have the rest of the evening to spend with each other at the hotel. He was looking forward to that but first he needed to find them a grocery store. Geez, he was sure they'd have stumbled upon one already. They sold food, surely they should be everywhere, right? He could understand all of the French signs they passed but none of them were of particular help. He tried to project an image of confidence and sureness in his turns and street-crossings to Nell but after a while his steam ran out and he parked his butt down on the curve with a defeated huff. He looked up at his wife when she seemed to have a little hope left and crushed it with his next words, seeing no reason to draw out the façade any longer.
He wasn't someone with a lot of guilt. Joshua tried his best not to feel any regret for the decisions he made because he didn't like the sense of choking responsibility for a negative outcome. His stubborn refusal to admit defeat usually aided him in this sense but tonight it only made him feel worse. If he'd just told her ages back that he didn't have a single clue what direction he was supposed to be going they would have only had a couple streets to backtrack through. How long were we walking? It had felt like forever and he wished his brain wasn't so full of fuzz so that he could think straight. It reminded him of the lint traps on a dryer and he might have laughed if his spirits were higher. "No you're not," he protested, not liking when Nell was hard on herself even when neither of them were making any sense. "You're a brilliant... a brilliant person... explorer... thing," he insisted slowly. He didn't like that she sounded like she was going to lose her composure and start crying. Tears always made him feel awkward and uncertain but when his wife started crying it totally disarmed him. It made him feel awful. "I'm sorry," he said, tensing his shoulders and sounding defensive. He didn't like this feeling. He had been staring miserably at his own hands and he looked up to see Nell lying in the middle of the road. He blinked at her and several seconds passed before his brain registered the seriousness of this situation. "Nell," he said, drawing out her name. He reached out a hand as if he'd magically develop limbs long enough to reach out and pull her over to him. "Nelly, get out of the road. You're not supposed to be there." Because, you know, cars and shit.
I WISH YOU COULD SEE .YOU'RE THE ONLY GIRL I'VE EVER DREAMED OF ARE YOU SATISFIED?
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Nov 14, 2012 5:46:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: transparent, width: 400px; height: 300px;] i love paris in the rain Down in Paris they walk fast. That is unless they're walking slow. And in cafes they look away That is unless they look right in. And in the gardens I get lost That is unless I'm getting found. And if you are the ghost of New York City Then won't you stick around? Ne me quitte pas, mon cher, ne me quitte pas.
While she had gotten over her slip of the tongue in front of the innocent man who just wanted to discuss wine, she did purse her lips indignantly when Josh laughed at her. Not angry or upset, but an attempt to muster her pride. That she really did not have, after that incident. "I don't think I would want to," Nell said with a frown. No, she didn't want to relive that horrifying moment when he told her that she had confessed her antipathy for contraception. I apologize, mustachio dude, she thought, as if it could carry over to him. She imagined him sneezing as she thought about him, the psychic knowledge that she reached out her thoughts to him. She looked like a scorned child. "I think I will have no further discussions about contraception with Parisian folk." Or she would try to avoid it. What was the French word of birth control, anyway? Something innocent like a table? She almost laughed. Tables. That would be a really sucky coincidence, but they already ruined preservatives for her. Who knew what else they would ruin with their convoluted language? Normally she wasn't as offended by the French, but now she felt a kind of fear of them. Foreign places were scary when falling over drunk. She was sure the first time she had gotten drunk in Canada had been traumatizing.
Nell stood for a moment simply contemplating being in a commercial, and not the kind with laughing women eating salad or anything. Just having life as a commercial. It was almost as weird as having a Stranger Than Fiction life narrator. It seemed that Josh wasn't too keen on thinking about that. "But you're a thinker Joshy," she cooed. "This is right up your alley!" Nell nodded certainly. This was totally his thing. Well, maybe he wasn't very philosophical. He had never approached her with a vase asking if it was truly empty or not, if there was such a thing as emptiness. It would mean a lot more existential crises for her. "And brownie products. And candy. And wine." That was a pretty kick ass commercial. She liked all those things. Well, not in excess, though she could have been proven wrong in this moment. She and her husband were currently on a hunt for brownies while drunk on wine. Probably something that would only happen with Josh, considering she didn't get drunk very often. "People with things to do. And bedtimes. Children. Old people..." Actually, old people tended to go to bed later because they needed less sleep, but she didn't spend enough time around old people to know that. She just figured that children and old people were pretty much the same. She would love for her bedtime to be nine, but that rarely ever happened.
Depressed as she was with the realization that they were utterly lost, she wasn't sure whether or not she would have enjoyed going to bed at nine. Instead of pulling together with her craftiness, she decided to fall apart. The two of them together and sober would have been more of an effective combination, but unfortunately the wine didn't let that happen. She couldn't even let Josh's words of encouragement boost her ego. "I could have saved us..." she said in a mournful tone of voice, as if she were watching someone die. What if we get kidnapped by terrorists? That can happen right? Her mind was getting away from her. She wasn't the kind of wife to be mad at her husband for getting them lost. "It's okay," she said dolefully when he apologized. It wasn't his fault that this was another country! It was the country's fault that it was another country. Definitely. At least their streets seemed relatively clean. They were nice. But not very comfortable, not that she was there for comfort. More or less to succumb to her "woe is me" emotions. "The street is okay, the street don't care," Nell said when he reached out for her. "Do they have hybrids here, they must have hybrids...." she muttered under her breath. "Maybe someone will find us, and they'll be nice, and they'll have a map because that would be fantastico." She nodded her head as well as she could as it rested against the concrete of the street. What else could they do? Absolutely nothing, as any move could be a step somewhere they shouldn't be headed.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Nov 15, 2012 16:15:56 GMT -5
DARLING WILL YOU PLEASE TAKE A WALK WITH ME? .WE COULD COUNT THE STARS AND DISAPPEAR He almost felt bad for laughing at her when she pursed her lips, silently reminding him that this was his wife and he shouldn't be mean. Holding back further chuckles, he put a hand on her shoulder and said, "Ahw, don't worry, babe. None of them will remember us, I'm sure." Well, all right, maybe the guy who Nell had offended might keep them in his memory but it didn't matter too much, right? They were in Paris, not Maple Hollow. With any luck they would never see any of the people that they'd spent their holiday around again. The one upside to embarrassing moments in a foreign country. "Besides, I don't see why he got so offended. I don't particularly like condoms either." There was a glint of mischief in his glazed gray eyes as he spoke and his meaning did not need to be debated. Joshua had made a point of censoring himself around Nell in the beginning when he'd been afraid of how she would handle his off-colour humour but now as his wife he was confident that Nell would not shun him for his jokes.
As someone who liked to know about the world that he lived in and preferred confidence in existence, science was his anchor. He liked things to make sense. At the same time, he could not help to ponder certain things heavier than others. Right now, drunk and in denial that he was lost in the streets of Paris, Joshua was not in the mood to get all that deep. "This is not my alley," he said defensively. "This is an alley in Paris, I'm not from Paris." They were not in an alley but on a sidewalk. Joshua figured that his point was "clear" enough either way. Much as he did not want to ponder the idea of living a commercial, he had to admit that he wouldn't mind so much if he got to eat brownies and candy and drink wine all day. Then again, it would eventually cause his teeth to rot and his liver to fail so he guessed that it wasn't a good thing in that sense. Now he was over-thinking it. "Thinking's not good when I'm drunk," he complained, holding the side of his head as if it were aching even though there was no physical pain. He acknowledged his intoxication at least, he knew that he'd had more than a little bit too much. Not that it stopped him from making stupid decisions. Liquid courage was a bitch. "Not always old people," he corrected. Having worked in a retirement home, he'd learned some things. The job had been a good experience for him but he couldn't necessarily say that he missed it. He liked having more time in his schedule.
Nell sounded so sad and he wanted to do something about it, but what? This is your fault, asshole. His wife apparently didn't blame him for it but unfortunately that didn't make him feel any better. "Not the street," he said impatiently, shaking his head. He felt flustered as the words he wanted to say danced away from him. Fuck the English language. Fuck French, too, because if he tried to explain himself in French Nell probably wouldn't get it even if he did. Words were difficult for him. "The cars, Nell. You'll get hit. Come back." She could get hurt, should he go out and try to pull her back to the sidewalk? It seemed like an awful effort to get up considering how long it had taken the last time but he awkwardly and shakily rose to his feet as Nell fantasized about being rescued by nice Parasians with maps and a car ride home. He felt dizzy upon standing and stuck his hands in his pocket as he waited to catch his breath. His hand brushed the phone in his pocket and he pulled it out, feeling like an idiot as he realised, hey, this thing has maps. He grinned, a burst of laughter announcing his glee. Unfortunately he was a little too enthralled, the phone slipping through his grasp. "Shit, shit, fuck—" He made several attempts at catching it with no luck but thankfully its thick case protected it when it hit pavement. His eyes were wide as he realised how close it had come to skidding into the sewers and he was careful as he crept forward and took it into his hands again. "Nelly, Nell, babe, my phone," he said, holding up his prize. "I can get us a map and call a taxi and—and yeah, we can get brownies and shit!" Would she share in his excitement? He was already fumbling awkwardly through his apps to figure out where they were and call them a ride. We're gonna get brownies, fuck yeah.
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Home. It felt nice to finally pull into the long drive of the mansion after having spent the last week away from their home, the familiar territory. They were married now, what was his was hers and the high had not yet worn off. He was tired from the long drive but he was smiling as he talked to her about nothing at all, reminiscing over their honeymoon and wondering aloud if Annabel had enjoyed spending the week with her parents while Josh and Nell were out. "You go on ahead," he told her when they got out of the car, going around to her side to wrap an arm around her waist and kiss her briefly before pulling apart. "I'm just gonna go out and grab the mail, see what we've missed." The electricity bill was due and there was all kinds of stuff that could have come in a week. He went out to the mail box and took the bundle of letters into his hand without going through them, entering the house through the front door and going into the kitchen, tossing the mail onto the kitchen island and going into the cupboard to start a pot of coffee. He could use the pick-me-up. Damn jet lag. While he waited for the pot to fill he turned his attention back to the mail.
There's that bill, he thought, not surprised. There were a few generic flyers and some other mundane stuff and then—he paused in reaching for the letter when he noticed who it was from, addressed to him. His heart seemed to skip a beat and suddenly it was in his throat and he was nervous as hell. This is it. He didn't bother sitting down, opening it right then and there, mouth dry as he awkwardly unfolded the paper and scanned gray eyes over the words. His hands were shaking and the pot of coffee behind him was forgotten as he laughed under his breath and found himself grinning. "Nell," he called, his voice surprisingly steady. "Hey, Nell, c'mere a minute..." The elation was incredible and overpowering. Not as profound as the joy he'd felt on his wedding day but it was enough to come in second. He laughed again, shaking his head. He'd always known that he was intelligent, his scores were competitive all across the board but to know for certain... "Look at this." He handed her the letter and smiled at her in a way that suggested he was trying hard to contain a more visible excitement. He took a deep breath and exhaled and he couldn't keep the smile off his face. "Looks like I won't have to go anywhere after all." It had been one of his biggest fears, being forced to attend medical school and leave his wife behind or force her to relocate with him. It's not McGill, sure, but it's medical school. It was hard to let it sink in.
I WISH YOU COULD SEE .YOU'RE THE ONLY GIRL I'VE EVER DREAMED OF ARE YOU SATISFIED?
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Nov 17, 2012 10:03:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: transparent, width: 400px; height: 300px;] i love paris in the rain Down in Paris they walk fast. That is unless they're walking slow. And in cafes they look away That is unless they look right in. And in the gardens I get lost That is unless I'm getting found. And if you are the ghost of New York City Then won't you stick around? Ne me quitte pas, mon cher, ne me quitte pas.
Nell felt like she was being consoled after losing a game show when Josh put his hand on her shoulder, and she nodded solemnly. Yeah, they were just two random tourists. Who cared about a couple of Canadians? "I'm Canadian," she said out loud, laughing. Thinking of them as a Canadian couple made her proud, and not only because she was married, but because she was Canadian. Not legally, but close enough. She had luckily grown accustomed to Josh's sense of humor, just like she figured that he got used to the fact that she didn't get it sometimes. "You have a potty mouth," she said accusingly. Never mind that he didn't even curse, but he knew what she meant. Nell dissolved into giggles after a moment. "'S funny though." It was immature, but they weren't exactly the most mature folk right now.
She felt summarily chastised after he got defensive about the whole thinking thing. It was a good thing that even intoxicated, she wasn't the type to be immature, even when she was being completely ridiculous. So she didn't respond and simply carried on in their journey toward the promised brownies. Nothing could cramp her buzz, as long as she was confident in the fact that Josh knew what he was doing and where he was going. It wasn't too comforting, then, when he said that thinking was hard when he was drunk. She scrunched up her nose and replied, "Yeah...yeah, it is." As was anything else that required functioning cognitive faculties, like speaking and operating like a normal human being. This was very much the opposite of acting like a normal human being, but she didn't mind that they were being intelligent people and searching for a store while they were drunk. They shouldn't have been in the public at this point, let alone interact with someone else, even if that someone else would be a cashier. No doubt that people at the grocery store had to deal with people like them quite a few times before, the tourists who got drunk on too much wine. I don't wanna be tourists. She already proved her status as such, however, getting a simple word in French wrong.
Nell really did not see the problem with the street, or her being in the middle of it, spread-eagle and groaning about how hopeless this was. Being lost wasn't a good feeling, and even worse when drunk out of her mind. There weren't very many cars going around, and that reassured her that this wasn't even a street. It was like a sidewalk, which was dangerous thinking. As her husband pointed out, a car could come down and hit her but she had a very nihilistic response for that. "Let it hit me! All is lost." She moaned afterward, at this point far more dramatic than necessary in this situation. Especially because Josh was right, and the street was not a very good place to be in. What if she had good enough reaction time to roll out of the way? I'm not that drunk. She knew she was really drunk, but too drunk to sense danger? She didn't think so. In the yawning abyss of her agony, she didn't notice that Josh had gotten up, but it did register that he was cursing about something, then the sound of something hitting the ground. He really does have a potty mouth. Not realized the crisis at hand, she blinked when he said her name, slowly lifting herself up to look at him and what he was doing with is phone. But then he went on about maps and a taxi and oh that's what a phone does. She laughed too, though it wasn't with the glee he had, still pulling herself from the grips of depression. "Goshdarn brownies!" she said excitedly, standing up and wobbling a little bit, looking like she was trying to balance on a surfboard. At this point, she didn't care about her equilibrium, as long as she could eat.
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It felt strange to be back home after spending the honeymoon in France, but it was comforting, especially now that she could comfortably speak English to anyone without worrying if they'd understand her or not. She rested her head against the window to watch the passing roads, and would have fallen asleep if she weren't talking to her husband. She almost smiled when she thought of that, her husband. When they pulled into the drive, she felt glad that they were finally relief, even though the vacation had been more than welcome. She was glad to get out of the car and move around after the drive, returning his kiss and saying, "All righty." Josh just reminded her of how much they missed while they were gone, but she didn't think they'd have too much trouble with catching up. And she needed to catch up in other ways, call her friends and family. Well, just one family, her father would probably want to know when she got back. She went upstairs while he got the mail and placed her purse on the bed, smiling when she felt Winston bump against her leg. Surprised though she was that he wasn't down in the kitchen, Nell bent down to pet him, rubbing his stomach when he fell onto his side. She wondered how much their pets hated them, and whether or not they were mad at the couple for leaving them. For a split second, she worried that Eris and Pablo may have gone on a vindictive rampage or something.
She heard Josh from downstairs and helped Winston up so that he could waddle on down. "Kay, hang on," she called before making sure she took the right flight of stairs to the kitchen. She was doing good with memorizing some of the routes in the house. In the kitchen, she looked at her husband curiously as it seemed he was trying his best not to laugh. What's he so happy about? Not that she didn't like it, it was nice to see him happy. Arching an eyebrow, she took the paper and noticing the header, her stomach clenched. Before she finished reading the first few lines she squealed. Barely registering Josh's words, she said, "Oh my god!" Nell jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him multiple times on the face before she told him. "You did it! I mean, I knew you would do it, how could you not but it's actually happening! I'm so proud of you!" She too a moment to wonder whether it would be appropriate or not to frame the letter and hang it on the wall. How could he not show this off? "I have to make something special, what do you want for dinner?" she questioned him. Getting accepted into medical school meant that he got to have whatever he wanted, even if she was exhausted as all get out. This certainly was a wake up call.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Nov 19, 2012 13:43:25 GMT -5
DARLING WILL YOU PLEASE TAKE A WALK WITH ME? .WE COULD COUNT THE STARS AND DISAPPEAR His hands were shaking as he waited for his wife to join him, a small smile on his lips that did not begin to do his true emotions justice. He'd never been very good at expressing himself and happiness of this extreme was a rarity. He'd felt better in the past month than he'd ever felt in a long time. He'd married the woman he loved and he was going to medical school. I got accepted. I really got accepted. This is happening. It felt surreal, like he would take a breath and the fragile world of fantasy would shatter. He grinned to himself and shook his head again. Jesus, this is real. Nell strode into the kitchen at that moment and he turned his attention to his wife, hands still trembling as if there were a quake beneath their feet. She seemed confused about his current state, her brow arching upwards. He wanted to put into words how he was feeling but it was as if the English language had escaped him. He could not properly express the joy that he felt, not vocally, and so he handed her the paper and let it do the work for him.
He blinked in surprise when she threw her arms around him, then laughed as she kissed him, revelling in the show of affection. He was elated and glad that she shared in his mood for the moment, glad that his wife was happy for him in everything he'd managed to accomplish. "Thanks, babe," he said, the grin softening to a smile for a moment as he kissed her on the lips and wondered if she could feel how shaky his hands were as he rested them on her waist. "It's just... it's surreal, you know? I mean I knew I'd get the letter and I guess I figured I'd get in, too, but for it to actually happen..." He had so many people that he had share the news with! His father would want to know, he had always encouraged his son's decision to follow in his footsteps. Mum, too. He could tell his friends in person when he saw them, he supposed, and he'd want to share the news with Annabel when she got home. He was not the biggest fan of sharing his life with others but this was so important to him. He could feel all kinds of rare emotions churning in his gut and he'd since given up in trying to straighten his expression into something a little less dorky. He was happy, why bother hiding it?
Nell asked what he wanted for dinner and he hesitated, knowing how exhausted she was—how exhausted they both were. The acceptance letter had jolted him awake in the way that only certain things could and he knew he'd be able to stay awake for another couple of hours if he wanted to. "Are you—" About to ask her if she was sure, Joshua stopped himself. "Ah, what am I saying, of course you're sure." She wouldn't have offered it if she wasn't willing, he reminded himself, and besides, he loved his wife's cooking. He'd eat mostly anything she'd put in front of him and it seemed that meat was soon going to be a part of that list, provided he didn't shy away from it now that they were no longer in a foreign country. Much as he was willing to try meat now, however, the taste wasn't yet one that he craved. He thought about it for a moment, then said, "Hm, what about potato gratin? It's always been a favourite..." He loved anything with potatoes, of course, but that was one of his top picks. Carefully folding the letter, he slipped it back into the envelope for the time being, not wanting it to become damaged. He knew it might have been silly to cherish a piece of paper like some kind of irreplaceable artefact but it meant a lot to him.
I WISH YOU COULD SEE .YOU'RE THE ONLY GIRL I'VE EVER DREAMED OF ARE YOU SATISFIED?
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