childrenofbahamutlogs | 01 - Bake a Pretty Cake (ota)

WHO: Angeal and whoever wants to bother a man throughout a week
WHAT: Roosters and bread oh my
WHERE: Town
WHEN: The vague existence of October
WARNINGS: none planned

SUMMARY: As a practical man with goals, Angeal has a lot of things he wants to do to make sure his household is doing okay. This means things like re-establishing his bakery, and carrying a rooster. The rooster is important. Don't worry about it.

A - Agriculture

While the autumn air makes things somewhat cool, that doesn't seem to be a matter that's bothering Angeal as he pushes a wheelbarrow along the more residential streets, filled with dirt. He does take a break occasionally as he goes about his business constantly, sometimes carrying little bags on top of the dirt. "You would think dragons could have better timing, rather than right at fall," he says during such a break to anyon who joins him. There's the faint glimmer of gold up along his hairline, horns that are just starting to appear. He doesn't seem happy about it.

B - Bakery Remade

For those making their way through Town today, they may come across one of the empty not-residential buildings with its doors wide open. There are a variety of encounters to be had with this simple fact...

For example, early morning may find anyone passing directly in front of the doors having a face full of dust. Angeal's voice comes from inside. "Ah, shit, sorry. You alright? I was just cleaning this place out. Need something to get the dust out of your mouth?

By noon, a pleasant smell is wafting out of the newly cleaned out bakery. Anyone is welcome to step right inside, as the doors have been left open for the time being. It's not a big fancy place or anything, but there are a couple of tables for anyone who'd like to sit, and a good amount of space behind the counter. Angeal is hard at work kneading more dough as bread bakes in an oven, fairly content with how things are going for the time being.

When evening finally rolls around, Angeal can be found relaxing right outside the bakery with a decently sized piece of wood in his hands that he is making a commendable go of carving words into. "I should have asked for a smithy," he says casually to anyone who slows down enough to linger. "I don't know anything about woodcarving."

C - Cock

Angeal has a rooster tucked underneath his arms at the market.

None of the locals are batting their eyes about this.

Other people at the market, however, may have different reactions. They may especially have different reactions when the roster (otherwise being a pissy little football hisses at them.

"Sorry about that," Angeal says casually. "He's not happy about the situation."

D - Do Whatever

[The wildcard catch all option, for interacting with Angeal however you want]

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It's fine it's fine Popp hasn't accepted this chicken-toting baker as an authority figure! If he tells him to do pushups he can tell him to shove it!

Anyway he's got a lot of new information to process and boggle at all at once.

"Husband? Hold on, two guys can - no, hold on, what kind of mage works out?! Are you suuuure your man's not a hero?"

As far as he knows, Popp has never actually met a gay person in real life? On the other hand, last year he had never met a dragon knight or a nine foot tall lizardman and that turned out pretty well in the long run. He can be cool and open minded about this!

He crosses his arms and narrows his eyes and leans into the portion of Annie's personal space that doesn't contain an awful bird, because he does have strong opinions on what you call varying classes of spellcasters. The last thing he wants is people to start expecting him to pull out a sword.

Honestly, it's a handy thing that Popp decides to get up in his space like this. Angeal had been prepared for the very mundane conversation of gay marriage, and how laws don't mean anything when you keep getting yanked across time and space anyway, and also he double dog dares anyone to try and keep him and Genesis from marrying when they really settled in on it. So, you know. He'd been taking that in.

And then Popp asks if Gen is a hero, and Angeal can't help the bark of a laugh that leaps out of his throat. Hell, he can't help the belly-sourced guffawing that follows right after. He's not trying, either.

"Shit-" Still laughing, he leans just a little bit on Pop's shoulder. The rooster is starting to act up again at all this ruckus, only adding to the noise, but Angeal ignores it. "Aw, shit, I need to get him to hear that. Can I make you say that again, but on those little stones?"

Hey! Is he the one being laughed at or is it the husband (??) of unspecified profession?? He suspects it is him. He's a little indignant and a little embarrassed, two feelings which pair quite easily. He doesn't move away an inch, though, just taps his foot crossly as he waits for the laughter to subside enough for the big lug to say something coherent at him.

"Maybe - why, what's so funny? Is he a jerk who hates justice or something?"

Technically, him and Genesis were legally criminals once upon a time, but that was more complicated than just saying jerk who hates justice. Instead, Angeal just lets the chuckles ease up and tilts his head to the side. The rooster mimics this, although maybe it's just looking at a passing bug.

"Opposite. He's always wanted to be called a hero ever since we were little dumb kids running around in the boonies."

Oh, got it. This is exactly like teasing your crush, that makes perfect sense. Popp's stormy mood clears up on the spot.

"Sounds kind of like my best friend - he was really embarrassed when everyone in Romos started calling him a hero, but he got used to it."

"Oh, it'd be the opposite with him. He'd ride that sort of high until the end of the world. Probably beyond." For all that he's saying, Angeal can't help sounding anything but entirely fond. Genesis being flamboyant and ridiculous is all a part of his charm.

Still, with that misconception out of the way... Angeal finally leans down to set his cock onto the floor where it belongs.

"So, interested in repeating those words into a stone?"

Fiiiine, he'll do it, he can't not if someone's going all soppy like that and making him think about how it would be so nice to be so comfortable with being in love! Just as long as that cock behaves and doesn't make a mess of his boots while it's down there.

"Yeah, sure, fire it up."

"Great. Thanks a bunch." At least he's gotten pretty used to these things... and the rooster probably won't ruin anyone's shoes. At least, for right now. He seems a little bit more interested in making his way closer to one of the stalls...

Angeal leaves him be. Instead, he just speaks into the stone. "Hey, Gen. Was talking about you at the market, and this guy just said something I thought you'd want to hear."

And with that, he offers the stone to Popp.

"Oh? Is that so?" Comes that suspiciously coy drawl from within the stone. This is either Angeal being a troll, or Angeal wanting to listen to him rant if he had to guess. But as always, he humors his husband regardless. "Go on then."

That tone of voice is more like what Popp expects from a dude who likes other dudes. It's definitely a voice that stands out.

"What I said is that you sound like a real hero, with the sword and magic and all. He really talks you up, you know?"

It is a little embarrassing to gush over someone you haven't actually seen in action but Popp is willing to toss dignity aside for far lower stakes than true love. Can you call it being a wingman if they're already married...?

It's wingman to a continuing happy marriage... or just helping a pair of dorks. Either way, Angeal's grin is sure more than bright enough to make up for how Genesis can't be seen.

"Hear that, Gen? My hero."

The wingman aspect is incredibly important to bring to the marriage table. Hopefully that becomes apparent by the fact Genesis very nearly purrs when he's called a hero, not once but twice even.

"Well, well, it's certainly refreshing to know there are delightfully well-informed people here that can properly recognize that. Thank you. Now don't let Angeal convince you of anything less, either."

01 - Bake a Pretty Cake (ota)

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