ArchivedLogs:Making Rounds

Making Rounds
Dramatis Personae Gabriel, Jackson, Micah	2 October 2013 Delivering cupcakes to the neighbours.
Location <NYC> 302 {Gabriel} - Village Lofts - East Village
It's early evening, and in the lofts, it seems to be a normal day, at least to Gabriel. Having just finished a dinner of four servings of convenience store ramen, he is currently sitting on an old love seat, watching reruns of old television shows. Taking it easy today, he is dressed in long pajama pants and a grey t-shirt, as he flips the channel repeatedly whilst checking his phone messages. Just an average day, after all. Knockknockknock! Hi Gabriel you have COMPANY! In the form of your neighbors just across the hall! Jax is kind of bouncing on the toes of his chunky platform sneakers as he knocks; he's dressed brightly, a silvery vinyl skirt with a few colourful stripes on its side, a black fishnet shirt worn over a bright blue tank top. Mismatched electric blue and black thigh-high fishnets. Glittery silver makeup, and mirrored dark glasses. He /had/ a tray of cupcakes, but these have been FOISTED off onto Micah's lap like Micah is his sugary-goodness pack mule. In payment for cupcake-carrying, he is currently giving Micah head-scritches, one hand resting on the other man's head to muss his hair even further than its usual tousled state. After a few brief standing stints on Monday and longer standing times followed by short within-a-room excursions on Tuesday, Micah is finally trying for walking outside of his own apartment! Not that he's leaving the /building/ yet, maxing out short of 25 foot distances at best. And not that he isn't bringing his wheelchair along for inevitable fatigue... But he has a pair of bright orange forearm crutches tucked into the bar behind his chairback today and there are now two feet propped on the chair's footboard instead of just the one. He is dressed in an olive green T-shirt with a Darwin-inspired sketch of finches with adaptive upgrades on it and a pair of particularly age-worn, patched jeans. He nuzzles into Jax's hand when it offers hair-pettings, his own fingers gripping at the edges of the cupcake tray. Gabriel is startled by the knocking, not expecting visitors. "Who's thereee?". He rises from his seat, heading to the front door slowly. He peeps out the peephole, and then quickly unlocks the door, opening it. His somber mood grows into a smile. "Hey, Jackson, Micah! What brings you by?" He then spots the cupcakes. "Wait a second, delivery rounds, I see. Well, can't complain." His smile grows larger. "I mean, Jackson's a fantastic baker. You're pretty lucky." He teases this towards Micah, suddenly noticing the wheelchair. "Oh..what happened? Are you alright?" "Room service!" Jackson carols cheerfully when Gabriel asks who's there. His smile is bright when the door opens. "Was jus' bakin'. Brought you delivery. They're pumpkin chocolate chip, it felt -- seasonal. Um y'don't got no allergies do you, I couldn't remember." His scritching continues throughout this. Mussmussmuss. "Evenin'," Micah greets with a lopsided grin as the door opens. "We're offloadin' sugar, t'be honest. Jax made /all/ the cupcakes." He indicates the tray in his lap with a little flourish of one hand. His head /might/ still be tilting a bit toward Jax for the ongoing petting. "I usually say as much." The lean turns into a headbonk against Jax's arm at the lucky comment. "Oh, I'm fine. This is an' old friend." He fondly pats at the pushrim on one of the wheels. "Just had a...bit of an accident an' a fall down the stairs. Well on the mend by now." Most of that is pretty much true, even! "Ooh, I hope you feel better, Micah.", Gabriel quips over to Micah. He then looks over, to savor the smell of the cupcakes. "Nope, no allergies. And those look, and smell delicious. I've been meaning to ask you since last time, what is your secret? I've never tasted anything as good as these, I have to say." He grins, and when Micah mentions Jax as an old friend, he laughs a bit. "Alright then. Would either of you like to come in? Or, wait, you probably still have 'room service', don't you. Sorry, just being courteous, I guess." "I got so many more cupcakes t'deliver you got no idea. But s'as good an excuse as any to drop by an' see how you're settling in. You had any luck with jobs yet? Or roommates?" Jackson wears a bit of a blush at the lucky comment, his hand curling around to the side of Micah's head at the headbonk to squeeze him briefly closer. "I kept meanin' to swing by before, catch up, see how you was. But everything keeps bein' pretty crazy, y'know? Had a whole afternoon off today, though, so --" He gestures to the cupcakes in indication too. Micah gives a little nod at the well-wishes. “Thanks. S'just a matter of time, I'm sure.” He chuckles a bit at the request for baking secrets. “Pretty sure it's just a touch of magic. Or maybe lots of practice. Prob'ly both.” His smile broadens at Jax's squeeze. “Seems like the roommate thing's harder'n you'd think. Gotta friend upstairs who's been in the market for months... Yep, we're makin' the delivery rounds. But ain't no kinda schedule t'keep to. S'nice excuse for visitin', too.” "No luck on roommates, sadly. But I did meet this business-like guy, Samuel Griffith or something. Looked him up, apparently he's pretty big out there. Going to see if there's anything in his company that I could possibly try for. Maybe some heavy lifting or something." Gabriel shrugs. "In a few months, if I don't get roommates, I'm probably going to have to move home. Do not want." He laughs a bit, and then inquires to Micah's comment. "Doug, right? He was telling me the same thing the first time I met him or so." Gabriel stretches out. "I shouldn't be holding you up, should I?" He laughs a small bit. "Oh, I don't mind, s'nice to actually talk t'neighbors. An' it ain't magic I put in the cupcakes," Jax assures Gabriel cheerfully, "s'crack. -- You know," he suggests, in the same breath, "if you an' Doug are both in the market for roommates that seems like a pretty readymade solution, there. You allergic to cats? -- I guess I shouldn't really be playin' Lofts-yente though should I?" His hand is sliding downwards, against Micah's neck to squeeze at the back of his neck now instead. “Oh, man, that means I'm in trouble,” Micah teases back at the explanation of drugged cupcakes. “Pretty sure I've had /way/ too many of your cupcakes for that t'be an okay amount of crack.” He seems to find something particularly amusing about Jax's claims to yenta-dom, snickering a bit behind a hand. “Though I don't guess it'd hurt t'ask rather than goin' straight back t'your folks as the first option.” His neck extends slightly into the other man's touch. “Don't think as it'd be a /hold-up/, so much. I mean, if we're not keepin' /you/ from somethin', that is.” As if he suddenly realized something, Gabriel firmly plants his palm to his forehead. "I am such an idiot. I could have asked Doug if I could be his roommate. It wouldn't be hard if he said yes, I've barely unpacked and all I have is this old loveseat and a TV.” Gabriel looks confused at Jackson's comment. "Cats? No, I love cats, but..what do you mean by 'yente'?" He shrugs. "Oh, no, you're not holding me up or anything, I was just..having a lazy day I guess. But yeah, maybe I should give Doug a cal- wait, don't have his number, should wait to bump into him, no, wait, sounds creepy." Gabriel is physically perplexed. "But, yeah, anything is better than living with parents again." "I mean, I don't know what difficulties it'd make for you with your current lease but if you was plannin' on ending up moving back home /anyway/ --" Jax shrugs, and then blushes with a duck of his head. "Oh, yente, um. I just mean like I'm -- meddlin'. In your roommate situation, tryin' to hook you up with -- well not /hook/ you up with er I just mean it seems like a convenient -- match. Um you could always go up and knock on his door? We're all in the same building I think he's probably used t'folks droppin' by." His kneading at the back of Micah's neck turns into a (very /small/) jostle. "S'how I hook you," he says cheerfully. "Sneak some addiction into -- addiction oh man putting crack in your sugar is pretty much just /nesting/ drugs." Micah giggles at Gabriel's sudden realisation. "Yeah, y'could just knock an' see if he's home some time. Worst as would come of it is he's decided he likes the quiet of livin' by 'imself an' actually stopped lookin' since we last talked on the topic. Well, /that/ means I can't claim as good yenta status m'self, it seems. Don't know enough of everybody's business." He bumps his shoulder against Jax's arm playfully as the other man sputters over his explanation, but then he is being /shaken/ and exaggerates his response to the jostling, ragdoll-like. "Oh, is /that/ how y'did it, then? Was wonderin' why it was I couldn't stop comin' by. Had some /theories/, but they were...less about matryoshka dolls of chemicals..." Just as he goes to speak, Gabriel's phone rings. He looks down at it and makes a strange, angered sound. "Speak of the devil, my father is calling. I think I'll need to take this, but, thank you both, for stopping by! Was pleasant, really!" He holds his arms out for the room service delivery, as he smiles. "It's good to see you both again, really. Take care, be safe! It's a long way across the hall." "Oh it was a terrible difficult journey you have no idea the struggles we had t'brave to bring you these." Jax leaves off his jostling so that with /exaggerated/ ceremony he can lean down, pick up the tray of cupcakes and set them with a bow into Gabriel's waiting arms. "Y'take care, now, too!" His hand falls back to Micah's head as he turns aside, because clearly there has not been /enough/ hair-mussing going on. "Well, t'was that an' the hypnosis I been usin' on you, too. Sorry." “Have a good night, hon!” Micah calls to Gabriel as he gathers his baked goods and excuses himself. “Was there hypnosis, too?” he asks Jax, eyes going all wide-eyed in innocent surprise. “Mmn.” His eyes drift closed for a moment at the return to hair ruffling. “Speakin' of difficult journeys, can y'take the chair, hon? I wanna walk back across.” He reaches over his shoulder to retrieve his crutches from the chairback, dragging them forward. "See, even jus' /contact/ with my cupcakes was good enough t'make the lame walk again." Jax bends down to kiss Micah on the top of the head, his bright grin kind of shameless. "Can I /ride/ in the chair? Can I race you down the hallway?" “What else are y'claimin' to've put in these things, now? I might start t'think you're makin' up stories.” Micah arches one brow in demonstration of that hint of incredulity. His own smile widens in answer to Jax's at the kiss. “Y'can ride in it if y'want. S'far as racin'...don't think I'd give y'much competition.” He flicks the brakes down on the wheels before slipping his arms into the forearm cuffs and using the crutches to help push slowly to his feet with a little grimace. Leaning heavily on the crutches, he continues across the hall with slow, short steps.