Barclay
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Post by Barclay on Mar 7, 2008 22:48:43 GMT
Clay most certainly did not want hugs, especially not from deranged pot-smoking stalkers who seemed to not really need the aid of recreational drugs to be absolutely bonkers. That said, his reluctance to let people near him says more about his own state of mind than the personality of whoever happened to be around him at the time; the whole 'anybody who treats me well will only betray me later in life' mentality hasn't left him yet, and to be quite honest it's served him well since getting into his new "profession" so he's never really had a reason to change the habit of a lifetime or two. Now, after all those years of being alone and damn well liking it, he was the proud parent of a little bundle of fluff and apparently the friend of a little ball of hyper, and the strangest thing was that he wasn't even annoyed by it anymore, as if he'd just... adapted to the situation. Blu still got on his nerves with her unrelentingly happy, perky personality and seeming inability to take 'no' for an answer - case in point; Duck.
Clay was still a grump, but to his horror was starting to realise he was a more tolerant grump. Hugs were still a no-go area, though. He may tolerate people but his personal space was still very sacred.
At Blu's apology he shrugged, since it wasn't as if whatever he was saying could happen actually had; obviously he was more concerned about whatever crap her coming to his place could cause him. At the rest of her statement he rolled his eyes, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he made a 'gimme' motion in the general direction of the cookies. He didn't even want to know what Blu's 'advanced warnings' entailed.
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Blu
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Post by Blu on Mar 29, 2008 16:45:23 GMT
There was nothing wrong with being happy and cheerful all the time, even if it did sometimes look as though she was on a near constant sugar high, complete with the odd little crash that tended to happen whenever her illness overwhelmed her although Blu refused to let herself focus on them for any longer than she had to. That would only lead to depression and being all jaded and stuff and there was no point in her mind in living her life like that. Especially if being happy meant puppies, hugs and cookies, all her friends including Clay and Flynn, wherever he was, the thought of her missing coffee monkey making her pout subtly for a second.
If she hadn’t been holding onto the tin of cookies, Blu would probably have clapped her hands together and wiggled from side to side in an expression of glee at not only the fact Clay now wanted the present but also at the tiny, extremely tiny hint of a hint of a smile. It was better than she could have hoped for as she passed the tin over to him, trying to contain her nerves as best she could. Blu really wanted Clay to like the cookies.
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Barclay
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Post by Barclay on Apr 5, 2008 16:00:04 GMT
He had a sneaky suspicion as he took the tin from her that she wanted to give a cheer when he finally asked for the cookie tin, thought he didn't say as much; saying it might be construed as an invitation to do just that, and Blu was bad enough when she was normal. Well, normal in Blu Land anyway.
As he opened the container he was hit in the face by the smell of cookies, made all the more stronger because of his enhanced sense of smell. But damn did they smell good. He noted the subtle shift in her behaviour as he took a couple of cookies out before putting the tin onto the table, almost smirking to himself at the realisation that this was the quietest she'd been so far. He chewed into one and couldn't stop his eyebrows shooting skywards in surprise. "Wow. These aren't half bad," he admitted.
Duck had apparently smelled the cookies too and padded over to investigate, dropping his chew toy at Clay's feet before looking up at his master, tilting his head expectantly. Clay gave something akin to an apologetic look. "Sorry, mate, puppies don't eat cookies." Unless she'd made them specifically puppy friendly. He seriously wouldn't be surprised if she had. He shot her a questioning look, just to make sure.
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Blu
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Post by Blu on Apr 8, 2008 22:32:10 GMT
“Glee!” It took all of her admittedly not very strong self control not to do something to properly demonstrate her excitement such as hugging him or giving a little – loud – squeal, before bouncing about. The fact he was still eating and had a handful of cookies in his hand helped give her the strength she needed not to launch herself at him there and then. Nobody wanted cookies to get squashed or dropped in a friendly hug, no matter how awesome a hug actually was. And her hugs were super awesome.
“Oh!” Blu shook her head regretfully at Duck. “Sorry, I couldn’t get the right stuff I needed to make cookies that were suitable for dogs, it can be quite expensive, don’t worry I’ll make sure you have home made ones next time. Until then…” she trailed off for a moment to dig around in her pockets, questing fingers moving past her iPod, chunky wallet and keys before pulling out a small bag of shop bought dog treats, grinning brightly as she quickly pushed the other items which had become dislodged in her hunt back down into her pockets, waving the unopened packet towards the puppy. “These will just have to do Duck.”
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Barclay
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Post by Barclay on Apr 11, 2008 15:55:49 GMT
He only realised his mistake after the elated shriek left Blu's mouth, having been taken aback by the baked goodies in front of him; actually speaking the fact that the cookies tasted good was only going to encourage her far, far more than he wanted to think about. He should have just not said anything. Not outright lied or anything because that would probably have been a tad unfair and perhaps a little cruel, just... not said they're good. He swallowed the mouthful, giving Blu a wary look as she wriggled in the chair, suddenly worried that she might launch herself at him for some ungodly reason.
His gaze shifted back to Duck, who looked a little sorry for himself at the lack of cookies for his consumption, pawing at Blu's shoe morosely until he heard a subtle rustle as she took out the treats whereupon his ears pricked up and he sat up, curiously.
Clay almost rolled his eyes, chewing on the cookie in his hand as he silently watched Blu and Duck. He half wondered why she'd had a packet of dog treats in his pocket until he remembered that this was Blu, he wouldn't be surprised if she had another puppy in her pocket.
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Blu
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Post by Blu on Apr 16, 2008 1:25:02 GMT
It would have been wrong of her to come and visit her favourite Clay and favourite Duck, armed only with a gift for the former. Wrong and mean and completely unfair to the little puppy which was one of the reasons why Blu had made sure to stop off and buy some treats on the way to the apartment. It was just a good thing that Duck had pulled his puppy dog eyes on her and reminded Blu to the existence of his present. She bent down slightly, opening the packet in order to give the first treat to the puppy, grinning brightly as Duck all but bounced in place, his movements reminding her of her own wiggling.
As for encouraging her, Blu didn’t need something as complicated as Clay actually praising her cooking; it was a wonderful bonus that restored any flagging faith she might have been entertaining about if Clay actually liked her or not but it was hardly needed. The fact that he had taken the cookies with only a token show of resisting and then had started to eat them without complaint was all she had initially needed. Now though, she had words of praise to remember and try and improve on next time. And there would be a next time.
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Barclay
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Post by Barclay on May 13, 2008 14:46:05 GMT
In Clay's opinion it was wrong of her to come at all, but that clearly wouldn't stop her from doing so, much to his chagrin. Actually, he was a little relieved; he'd run out of doggie treats and Duck was making it very clear that this was unacceptable, whining and pawing and staring up at Clay with big Bambi-eyes. If Clay didn't know better he'd think that Duck had been taking lessons from Blu in 'how to manipulate the situation to your advantage'. He watched Duck leap and bound around Blu, doing whatever the girl asked the puppy to do in order to get the treat. He had to admit that this was a very clever puppy; he was well on the way to being fully trained, and luckily he was already housetrained when the pair found him in the alley so unwanted presents didn't seem to be an issue. Thank God.
Before he'd realised it he'd scoffed three cookies during his private musings and wasn't exactly against the idea of having more, except he wanted to at least give the impression of having some restraint around Blu. Giving her more encouragement was far too dangerous at this point. He set his plate down beside the tin and leaned back, wondering when Blu was going to decide to go home, not that he had anything better - or more illegal - to do.
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Blu
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Post by Blu on Jun 30, 2008 21:47:48 GMT
Blu would never dream of saying that Clay’s opinion was misguided or lacking all the right evidence he needed in order to form said opinion. That being said, on the other hand, any views or opinion that ended with the thought that she shouldn’t come to visit any of her friends was wrong in the extreme. The same would be said about the opinion that Duck and Clay weren’t her friends; they mattered to the brunette, she cared about them just as she cared about all her friends, be it one sided or not.
With a little giggle she lifted the treat high and watched with ill disguised pride as Duck promptly balanced himself up on two feet, tail thumping away on the floor. The little puppy was a bright little thing and if he continued being as spoilt as he already was, Blu had half an idea that he wouldn’t be little for long. Fat. Fat, cuddly and still adorable. That was a only a possibility in the future however, even if it did seem more and more likely, Duck promptly performing another trick and then another in order to gain his rewards.
She rubbed behind Duck’s ears, glancing back to Clay who seemed to have stopped eating cookies for the moment. “The whole tin is yours, I’ll pick it up later, when it’s empty,” Blu offered cheerfully, neatly skipping over any sort of worry if he even wanted the rest or not.
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Barclay
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Post by Barclay on Dec 4, 2008 18:25:21 GMT
Clay was still very far from even entertaining the thought of Blu being an actual friend, and if ever asked would say as much, even though he is clearly partaking in friendly cookie eatings with her at that very moment. The power of denial is a very strong thing.
She was right about one thing though; that puppy was very bright. It hadn't taken Clay very long to teach him a few tricks to make things easier for them both around the flat. Rest assured that Duck will never ever become a porky puppy; if Clay was to be lumbered with the ball of fluff he wasn't going to have a fat ball of fluff; his 'street cred' would be ruined enough as it is without that added gem.
Ever seen a drug dealer with a fat dog? Yeah, exactly.
He blinked. The whole tin? Wow. That was... a lot of cookies. Clay gave the large, still mostly full tin a sideways glance before looking back at Blu, eyebrow slightly raised. Okay so he appreciated the gesture - and don't be telling her that - but even by her own admission she had baked more than she knew people to give them to, which had been prodding at Clay's curiosity since she had mentioned it. He gave a short sigh, hardly believing that he was actually going to ask someone a question about them, then - just to prove how well he has Duck trained already - he gave a short, sharp whistle, immediately getting the puppy's full attention. When Clay patted the sofa beside himself Duck didn't hesitate to jump up and lie down. There, distraction removed. Or, well, an immediate distraction removed, anyway.
"So, why all the baking?" Seemed like a non-invasive way to start the conversation.
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Blu
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Post by Blu on Dec 26, 2008 19:11:21 GMT
He was right there, denial was a wonderfully strong power; take her own denial about her illness, about the chances for her life, about if Flynn was coming back, about the state of friendship between herself and the drug dealer opposite her. The last one at least, Blu entertained serious hopes about making it come true. There was nothing wrong in having a friend.
Blu hesitated for a moment, a serious expression on her face. She suddenly felt torn between telling Clay what had happened or not. The young woman wasn’t sure she could handle talking about what happened and how little she actually knew; but then again if she didn’t answer then he might think trying to start a conversation was a waste of time and Blu didn’t want them to move backwards like that, not since they had achieved a real ‘friendship’ breakthrough in him asking her a question. But back to the first problem, if she told him what had happened then he might think he had to offer the usual platitudes of being sorry and Blu hated it when people apologised for things they had no control over. Unless Clay was behind the disappearance of her best friend – in which case the two of them were going to have to have a serious, hair ornament stabbing talk – then there was no reason for him to say sorry.
“I bake to work through problems, my friend… well, anyway, it’s like turning off your brain and suddenly there are cookies and cakes in the oven. Plus I just like baking, it’s a fun hobby, less expensive than a games consol or some other entertainment.” Blu told him in a rush of words, hardly stopping to take a breath between words, let alone sentences. “Then again, I suppose entertain is a subjective point of view, people like to do different things, I once knew someone who collected Elvis memorabilia, every bit of spare change went towards it until her bedroom was like this creepy shrine, with his face staring out of every poster, book, ornament, clock, you name it.” Another pause, as she breathed in. “Do you like any music?”
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Barclay
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Post by Barclay on Feb 16, 2009 0:43:49 GMT
Clay watched silently, absentmindedly scratching Duck's ears, as she seemed to battle with herself about whether or not to tell him whatever it was she was hiding; it didn't take a genius to see the inner conflict, it was all over her face, and under any other circumstances it would be pretty hilarious watching someone obviously arguing with themselves.
He was about to offer to rescind his question when the sudden, babbled reply came, starting relatively coherent and slowly ending up on another planet, let alone along another tangent. As she went on and on he merely blinked at her, trying to process what he was hearing before he attempted to construct an answer. He had, however, caught her expression when she mentioned her 'friend' and any doubts that this was the cause of all the baking was destroyed when she failed to even finish her sentence, starting instead to seemingly talk about anything and everything that entered her head even for a moment.
After a moment's silence he simply said, "I see." Then, after another pause, "I guess it's one way of relieving stress." He left it up to her to elaborate on the topic, and wouldn't force her to do so by any means; he knew what it was to have something you wanted to talk about but couldn't, for whatever reason. Blu's reasons were her own and he wouldn't pry. Either way, he figured he should probably make an effort, at least with answering her 'oh God how do I distract him' question.
"As for music," he continued, "I'm mostly on a rock-kick at the moment." He nodded towards a shelf across the room which housed his fairly extensive music collection. "Though I'll listen to pretty much anything." He'd have gotten up off the couch to look for his favourite CDs but Duck, now half-asleep, was leaning against his leg, effectively pinning him to the couch. He continued petting the relaxed puppy. "Not too fond of trance or dance or anything repetitive, mind."
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