taxonomites | 03: [Location: Caritas] + [Accidental Visual] Preparing for the Storm

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03: [Location: Caritas] + [Accidental Visual] Preparing for the Storm

It's during the day and Caritas is technically closed right now. Casey's been moving the crates of booze up from the basement to the main floor. It's tiring work and he's due for a break. His black tee shirt is starting to cling to his back and he could do with a damned coke. Still, Lorne's been hurrying the whole bunker idea along and Casey trusts that if the demon thinks the sky's gonna start falling soon, it's time to start battening down the hatches.

He sets a crate down and pauses, reaching behind himself to work out a crick in his back. He's not getting any younger.

[OOC: Mainly for all the peeps wanting to help fortify Caritas, but open really to anyone who wants to drop by or troll Casey *wink*]

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Guinevere's days were filled with very little while her mistress locked herself away in her room. She is still getting acquainted with her Tablet and upon seeing Casey's discomfort she decides to respond. That seems to be the way this whole system worked in the city anyway.

"You know my father had similar back pain and her received a poultice from a physician to help with it," Guinevere says, paying little mind to the implications of her statement until after it has left her mouth. "Uhm, n-not that you're old...er. Not that you're my father's age-- I don't think that."

She resists the sudden urge to inquire just how old he is and sticks to looking completely uncomfortable instead.

As soon as he hears Gwen's voice he straightens up. It's too late, though, she's seen him. And what comes next can only be described as the last thing a guy who's just past forty wants to hear.

He gives her a baleful kinda look.

"Yeah, thanks. I'll keep that in mind. Just how old do you think I am?"

He stops short of asking how old her father was.

She looks away from the Tablet and bites lip once she sees that look on her face. Visual now seems like her worst possible choice for responding to him. She considers his question for a moment, but decides to be honest instead of figuring out what he wants her to say. That would be rather impossible, considering she understands very little of how he thinks.

"You're clearly established and well into a career," she says, keeping her eyes on his as she speaks. "It's clear to me you're beyond the years of my peers, as they are considered boys where I am from."

Comparing him to her father is the last thing she wishes to do and is quite glad he didn't sneak him into his question.

"Uh huh."

Nice attempt at a save, there Gwen. Is that what she thinks of him as? Some kind of surrogate father figure?

He looks down for a moment, his hand going to his belt.

"That didn't answer my question. How about this one: how old are you?"

Hey, she was being perfectly honest...sans a few details and specifics.

Upon hearing his she can't help but be a little shocked. It is a very forward question, even if she is a servant girl, and she wonders if this is one of the differences between how men and women relate where he is from. She can't help but assume this is more about his own pride than anything, and if there's one thing about Guinevere, she's not one to go out of her way to mend wounded pride.

She conveniently shifts her gaze away.

"If you must know, I am 20."

So, in other words, he was old enough to be her fricking father. Well, that was just swell.

Since she's not asking, he's not gonna volunteer.

"Okay then."

He glances around at the crates, looking for an excuse to cut this conversation short. Still, he knows it'd be kinda rude.

"It was just a twinge. It's not like I have a bad back all the time. I'm fit. I work out."

Gwen looks back at him, both eyebrows raised, a bit confused as she expected more of a reaction out of him concerning their awkward exchange. She frowns a bit at his last comment, as it's clear their misunderstanding has just made their already odd relationship that much more uncomfortable.

"Right, no... I did not mean to say that you weren't. It's very obvious you're fit. Don't think I've ever met another quite as... Strong looking. Even knights." it was no big secret that Casey was quite tall and rather muscular, but that didn't make her trying to explain it any easier. She lets out a defeated sigh and lowers her head to hide heR embaressed flush. Visual was a poor choice.

"I should leave you to your work, Casey. John."

He has to smile at her stumbling to make him feel better. She sounds so...off balance, it's pretty damned cute, really, and despite his earlier annoyance, he doesn't want her to feel guilty for what she said.

"Good to know I could probably hold my own if I had to. Not that I'm looking to be a knight or anything. Just, yeah, doesn't sound bad, is all."

Well at least his mood seems to have improved despite her earlier comment. She makes a mental note to stop making a fool of herself. Once her embarrassment has settles some she nods, returning his smile politely.

"You could. I'm sure of it." There's a pause and she fidgets some before she continues. "Right, well, I wont delay you any further."

"Yeah, I should probably..." He gestures behind him. Then he comes up with something else to say before he signs off. "You gonna be home later? For dinner? This'll just take a few hours."

She nods in return, preparing her goodbye to switch the tablet off but then his question comes in. She's taken off guard by the suggestion; They had meals together now and then, but with his work schedule it was never very well coordinated.

"O-oh well, of course. I have something I was finishing at the Smithy but I should be free after?"

"Okay. Good. Uh...was just wondering."

Casey shuts it off quickly. He's old enough to be her father. He's old enough to be her father. He needs to keep telling himself that.

Still, he'd be lying to himself if he didn't admit that he looked forward to the times they did share a meal. Talked about the smithy. How Morgana was doing. How his shifts at Caritas had gone.

He'd never had as simple a life as he did right now. And even though he still needed more than that, a deeply buried part of him was content.

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