Boardwalk [OPEN]
Sep. 14th, 2014 05:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nealdouglas"Hey Scumbag, this is your father speaking. So, it's half eleven and your two hours late so I'm taking it your not coming. Your sudden silence is duly appreciated, I love talking to your answer machine. It's the best way to communicate... so stay hydrated and don't forget if your going to play in the rain- wear a raincoat. Oh, now you're talking to me... I am not embarrassing." Walking along the boardwalk, Neal cradled the phone to his ear holding up a hand as he pointed and ordered a familiar Siren Cove delicacy. Sliding a couple couple of bills out of his wallet, he offered them before taking the cone of fried pickles along with him. "Do you have a girl there? Do you have a boy? You know you can tell me I love you no matter which way you want to swim in the stream. Yes, that was an awful salmon analogy I know."
Neal leaned against the railing, staring out at the water and making a face as he chewed on the crisp end of a fried pickle. Glancing down he half expected his kid to be there, looking up at him with those big, sad eyes. Reaching out he let his hand fall away at the memory of fine hair between his fingertips, his kid looked like his mother which was a blessing to him. He didn't think he'd ever twigged or ever realised why he ever took such an interest in his mother's affairs or more importantly in his.
"What? Oh, no just thinking. I do, do that occasionally you know. So, do you want to meet for lunch later this week?" Neal waited for his son's negative reply, one of the only good things he's ever done in this world and half the time he was sure Killian didn't want to be seen with him. He could hardly blame him, his mother was a smart and sensible woman unlike his dad- unlike Neal. One kid who didn't care if he existed and the other one who didn't know he existed. "No, I get it. You're busy. Okay, okay... so I'll see you soon. Yeah... love you... kiddo. And he hung up. Great."
Crunching on the pickles he sighed and brushed his fingertips against the railing, running a hand through his hair thoughtfully. How'd he manage to fuck up his life this much that his kid didn't even want to spend time with him on a Sunday?
"Fuck," Neal swore, looking at his pickles. Who the hell was he going to share these with now?
[OOC: Catch Neal out on the boardwalk or heading back towards town.]
Neal leaned against the railing, staring out at the water and making a face as he chewed on the crisp end of a fried pickle. Glancing down he half expected his kid to be there, looking up at him with those big, sad eyes. Reaching out he let his hand fall away at the memory of fine hair between his fingertips, his kid looked like his mother which was a blessing to him. He didn't think he'd ever twigged or ever realised why he ever took such an interest in his mother's affairs or more importantly in his.
"What? Oh, no just thinking. I do, do that occasionally you know. So, do you want to meet for lunch later this week?" Neal waited for his son's negative reply, one of the only good things he's ever done in this world and half the time he was sure Killian didn't want to be seen with him. He could hardly blame him, his mother was a smart and sensible woman unlike his dad- unlike Neal. One kid who didn't care if he existed and the other one who didn't know he existed. "No, I get it. You're busy. Okay, okay... so I'll see you soon. Yeah... love you... kiddo. And he hung up. Great."
Crunching on the pickles he sighed and brushed his fingertips against the railing, running a hand through his hair thoughtfully. How'd he manage to fuck up his life this much that his kid didn't even want to spend time with him on a Sunday?
"Fuck," Neal swore, looking at his pickles. Who the hell was he going to share these with now?
[OOC: Catch Neal out on the boardwalk or heading back towards town.]
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Date: 2014-09-15 07:29 pm (UTC)Every other day Aoife would find it hard to hide the creeps Neal gave her, but not today. She smiled. "You may enjoy all of them by yourself. Or anyone else you offer them to, because I don't think I'm the first."
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Date: 2014-09-16 05:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-09-16 12:48 pm (UTC)She licked her ice cream. "And I'm flattered, but I'm pretty peculiar when it comes to food. The pickles are all yours to do with whatever you want."
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Date: 2014-09-16 01:09 pm (UTC)"Ouch, you don't pull your punches do you?" Neal drawled, smiling as she told him she was particular and that he could do whatever he liked with his pickles. "Oh, well then thanks for the offer." Neal stretched across swiping his fried pickle into her ice cream before pulling it back for a bite. "Delicious."
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Date: 2014-09-16 02:47 pm (UTC)"Only because I know you can handle it." She swiped the traces away before licking her ice cream again. "I wouldn't do that to the softer ones."
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Date: 2014-09-22 05:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-09-22 07:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-09-22 08:19 am (UTC)"And your ha- handsome companion?" Neal replied with a smile. He hadn't intended to be quite that brutal, Aoife usually could keep up with him. Although considering how close he was to the Thorntons, he suspected the Coombs just kept him on side as he was useful rather than an overwhelming desire for friendship. "I'm wondering what your ha- is."
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Date: 2014-09-22 12:07 pm (UTC)"Read the papers and I'm sure you will find something that you can fill it in with. How are you doing, mister Douglas?"