(It certainly was some serious trial and effort having the self-esteem of a brick while encouraging others not to be the exact same way. Eddie danced that tango on a regular basis. It was easy to want the world for your friends though. They could be hypocrites together.)
Well. You're welcome. Staying not-dead is pretty cool, but staying sane is also pretty cool and I hope it helps with that too. October liked to cash in on our loony-bank so.
(He clears his throat a bit.)
Only some people. I don't have many friends so trust me. I'm not exactly rushing around to help out just whoever. (He wasn't so kind.)
[Diarmuid's at school this day when he moves to catch up with Louis, though instead of his satchel he's currently carrying a basket — much like the kind you'd find in a picnic, really, carefully cradled in the crease of his not-so-broken arm.]
Louis, I bid a moment of time! I have something for you.
[It's nothing that fancy, really, but he's been doing what he can with his busted arm — in terms of cooking and baking. The bread was a nightmare with one hand, but the stew in its container was at least easy to make in batches for everyone. A scarf hangs over his arm, too, and it's most definitely for Louis, judging by the pattern.
The boy at least seems a little more lively than the last time they'd spoken.]
[He nods, nudging the basket over to Louis (much stronger) care with a slight smile.]
I have...! I know I've shared lunch before with you, but — this one is more planned. I just wanted to make sure you had a good meal today. And that you were ready for the winter. [He moves to hold up the musical note scarf with a slight smile, not quite as fully bright has it usually is, but... an improvement from last month.] I saw this and thought it was perfect for you, don't you think?
[He'll take the delicious basket because, hot damn, of course he will.]
Dude, you are literally the best. Like. Ever. Thank you!
[He's not used to getting gifts- his self-worth what it is, Louis never really feels like he deserves them. Once upon a time, Louis got whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it, and people gifting him things still feels strange.]
[He nods, looking a little more optimistic of his choices.]
Of course it's for you. Would such a scarf match anyone more intensely than you?
[Louis is one of the few people he's met who is talented with music. Diarmuid sings hymns in so-so singing, the kind one does under their breath, hoping nobody else hear's them too loudly. He certainly can appreciate who the proper owner of a musically themed scarf is.]
And think nothing of it... There are plenty in Deerington better than I, I assure you.
[If he's garnered a creeping blush, it's absolutely Louis' fault.
The monk's hardly used to such boldly proclaimed compliments to his character.]
[Louis doesn't really know where to put himself. Having a festering lack of self-worth makes accepting gifts and praise monumentally difficult. He's nothing if not skilled in faking it til he makes it, though. He grins, taking the scarf and wrapping it around his neck. He's gonna wear it forever. ]
This is great, I love it! I'm gonna treasure it forever and look fucking amazing while doing it.
[It's fine, he can joke about it, it makes it so much easier. Still, the wide grin fades to a smaller, much more sincere smile, you can just enjoy that blushing feeling, Diarmuid, because you mean the goddamn world to him. ]
...Thanks, seriously. I... uh don't know what I did to deserve it, but thanks. It means a lot.
I mean if you're running these by me, I'd probably suggest trying a less corny one. Or at least add a winky face on it. Then at least you're showing them that you KNOW it's corny.
[Louis is generally very clueless on this kind of thing. Clementine has suffered greatly in her flirting attempts with him- but even Louis catches up eventually.]
The people you're trying to flirt with? Those them?
[Honestly, Diarmuid is in a similar enough place; it’s not so much that he lacks self-worth in the same regard, but... he is not exactly from a place where compliments were common. A monastery of twelve old men who believed intensely in modesty and not taking credit for your positive attributes or actions tends to color your way of looking at yourself. And of what people say about you. It’s why he cannot help but look a little shy about it, as he speaks and wraps the scarf about his neck.]
If there’s one thing I have learned from my brothers, it is that deservingness is no true measure for me to use, when it comes to kindnesses. But in this case, I am confident to say it’s well-deserved.
[A slight smile pulls at his features, less of a struggle in the moment.]
[Diarmuid, you're great, and Louis is very much grateful that you ended up in his life here. He pats the scarf down, smiling gently at it for a moment- he really will treasure it.]
Well. I guess I can't argue with logic like that.
[He CAN, but he doesn't want to. Diar doesn't need to be put through his emotional baggage check. ]
I'm not so bad. Nothing's killed me yet so I consider that a bonus! How about you?
And that clanking noise is the sound of one very large penny finally dropping and rattling around in his head for a little bit. Enjoy the radio silence for a bit there. ]
[Jesus fuck how does he keep MISSING these? Were there signs? There were probably signs. He just wasn't looking for them. Mostly because he's grateful when people give him the time of day at all - he doesn't look for more.
Awww shit. And Thom's a good guy who's been through a lot of shit and this was probably fucking hard for him. It explains the excessive emojis. Shit.
[Okay. Okay. Okayokayokay. He can fix this. He just needs to let the guy down lightly is all. And hope he doesn't like... fucking crush the guy or anything. Thoms's one of Louis' closest friends here- the last thing he wants to do is hurt him. Thom needs people actually supporting him, not... the fucking opposite.
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Shit. I'm sorry but I have a girlfriend and I really lover her a lot even if she isn't here and I don't know when I'll see her again.
No. That's probably not... it.
Oh wow I'm flattered dude, but I'm not gay
No. What the fuck, self. Violet would literally punch me for that one.
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Date: 2019-10-06 04:06 am (UTC)Well. You're welcome. Staying not-dead is pretty cool, but staying sane is also pretty cool and I hope it helps with that too. October liked to cash in on our loony-bank so.
(He clears his throat a bit.)
Only some people. I don't have many friends so trust me. I'm not exactly rushing around to help out just whoever. (He wasn't so kind.)
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Date: 2019-10-07 01:22 am (UTC)I can bet. Everything I've heard about it sounds way crazier than usual. Guess this place really wants to ramp it up for Halloween.
You don't have to be friends with someone to want to help them, but I get. And the help is very much appreciated.
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Date: 2019-10-08 04:23 am (UTC)Louis, I bid a moment of time! I have something for you.
[It's nothing that fancy, really, but he's been doing what he can with his busted arm — in terms of cooking and baking. The bread was a nightmare with one hand, but the stew in its container was at least easy to make in batches for everyone. A scarf hangs over his arm, too, and it's most definitely for Louis, judging by the pattern.
The boy at least seems a little more lively than the last time they'd spoken.]
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Date: 2019-10-09 05:55 pm (UTC)Diar, you can bid many moments of my time. All the time bidding, in fact!
[And boy, does that food smell good- the scarf gets his attention too, his eyebrows raising.]
Well! You've been busy.
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Date: 2019-10-12 03:37 pm (UTC)I have...! I know I've shared lunch before with you, but — this one is more planned. I just wanted to make sure you had a good meal today. And that you were ready for the winter. [He moves to hold up the musical note scarf with a slight smile, not quite as fully bright has it usually is, but... an improvement from last month.] I saw this and thought it was perfect for you, don't you think?
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Date: 2019-10-13 07:33 pm (UTC)Dude, you are literally the best. Like. Ever. Thank you!
[He's not used to getting gifts- his self-worth what it is, Louis never really feels like he deserves them. Once upon a time, Louis got whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it, and people gifting him things still feels strange.]
...Shit. Really? You got this for me?
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Date: 2019-10-16 10:13 am (UTC)Of course it's for you. Would such a scarf match anyone more intensely than you?
[Louis is one of the few people he's met who is talented with music. Diarmuid sings hymns in so-so singing, the kind one does under their breath, hoping nobody else hear's them too loudly. He certainly can appreciate who the proper owner of a musically themed scarf is.]
And think nothing of it... There are plenty in Deerington better than I, I assure you.
[If he's garnered a creeping blush, it's absolutely Louis' fault.
The monk's hardly used to such boldly proclaimed compliments to his character.]
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Date: 2019-10-16 09:44 pm (UTC)This is great, I love it! I'm gonna treasure it forever and look fucking amazing while doing it.
[It's fine, he can joke about it, it makes it so much easier. Still, the wide grin fades to a smaller, much more sincere smile, you can just enjoy that blushing feeling, Diarmuid, because you mean the goddamn world to him. ]
...Thanks, seriously. I... uh don't know what I did to deserve it, but thanks. It means a lot.
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Date: 2019-10-19 05:30 pm (UTC)[ turns out dopple thom is just as bad at flirting as regular thom is. but louis said add a winky face so he's adding a winky face. ]
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Date: 2019-10-19 05:47 pm (UTC)The people you're trying to flirt with? Those them?
[Maybe he's just...mistaken. Yeah. It's probably that. ]
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Date: 2019-10-20 07:24 am (UTC)[ he's trying his best here. ]
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Date: 2019-10-20 07:35 am (UTC)If there’s one thing I have learned from my brothers, it is that deservingness is no true measure for me to use, when it comes to kindnesses. But in this case, I am confident to say it’s well-deserved.
[A slight smile pulls at his features, less of a struggle in the moment.]
Are you well?
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Date: 2019-10-20 08:31 pm (UTC)Well. I guess I can't argue with logic like that.
[He CAN, but he doesn't want to. Diar doesn't need to be put through his emotional baggage check. ]
I'm not so bad. Nothing's killed me yet so I consider that a bonus! How about you?
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Date: 2019-10-20 08:50 pm (UTC)Okay those are excessive winks. Maybe cut down on the winks by like 40%
So, who're you aiming to charm? Do I know them?
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Date: 2019-10-20 08:59 pm (UTC)He's cute, but kind of dumb.
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Date: 2019-10-20 09:09 pm (UTC)Huh. How very specific yet weirdly broad. Do they have a name? Or am I just gonna have to call them Thom's Mystery Crush Guy? TMCG?
Yeah no, I've already decided the acronym is perfect. That's his name now.
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Date: 2019-10-20 09:15 pm (UTC)Okay, do you want me to call you TMCG now? Seems like a little bit of a mouthful.
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Date: 2019-10-20 09:23 pm (UTC)And that clanking noise is the sound of one very large penny finally dropping and rattling around in his head for a little bit. Enjoy the radio silence for a bit there. ]
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Date: 2019-10-20 09:25 pm (UTC)Awww shit. And Thom's a good guy who's been through a lot of shit and this was probably fucking hard for him. It explains the excessive emojis. Shit.
Shitshitshitshitshit.]
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Date: 2019-10-20 09:31 pm (UTC)He types and deletes a few replies- deigning them not fit to send
Shit. I'm sorry but I have a girlfriend and I really lover her a lot even if she isn't here and I don't know when I'll see her again.No. That's probably not... it.
Oh wow I'm flattered dude, but I'm not gayNo. What the fuck, self. Violet would literally punch me for that one.
Hah hah you're funny good jokeJesus. Do you even hear yourself sometimes? ]
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Date: 2019-10-20 09:35 pm (UTC)I am very much taken though. Really sorry :(
[He hits send just when he's second-guessing the emoji. Fuck. ]
I mean. I appreciate the sentiment and all but. Yeah.