Don't You Wanna?
2/23/2009
06:11 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waning New Moon phase (5% full).
It is currently 18:07 Pacific Time on Mon Feb 23 2009.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 48 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 29.74 and falling, and the relative humidity is 89 percent. The dewpoint is 45 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius.)
Gold Star Laundromat(#44RJ)
Through a pair of glass-paned doors, there is an expansive black tile floor laid out under row upon row of washing machines. The machines are kept a pristine white and (mostly) in working order. On the left and right walls, there are two layers of dyers, equal in number to the washing machines. Toward the back, there are even some larger ones for oversized washing/drying. Along the back wall, there is a door that proclaims the area beyond to be for employees only. Through this door, there is a back room the proprietors use for those items that need special attention. There is also the office, which consists of file cabinets, a desk, a computer... your usual office fare. The back hall also leads to a set of stairs that lead to a locked door at the top. Private Quarters.
Contents:
Jason`
Fanta
Obvious exits:
UPstairs Out
[look Fanta]
In her late teens, Fanta is a young Vietnamese girl who stands around five foot four, with dark reddish-brown hair that usually hangs to just below her shoulders and is cut in layers that frame her round, cute face. She has dark eyes that tilt upward in a nod to her ethnic heritage and a wide smile, both giving her a friendly look. Of course, that mouth can dip into a rather fierce scowl, too, which tends to get an amused reaction rather than intimidating anyone. She dresses as your typical lower class teen; old jeans, old t-shirts, old shoes... old jacket, you get the idea. However, she personalizes her clothes, often adding patches and pins, beads or jewels to make them look original and unique. She has a dancer's build, lithe and svelte, with some gentle muscle definition, especially in the legs.
A canvas duffel bag hoisted on her shoulder, Yi pushes open the double doors to the Gold Star Laundromat, home to the Phan family. Though she's alone, she looks expectant of some company as she scans the laundromat's number of machines searching the faces of the people doing their chore. She also looks for a clock on the way over towards the back portion of the establishment, keeping her pace slow. "Any moment now," comes her mutterance to herself as she looks over her shoulder towards the front doors next.
Clocking ticking into the evening hours, there is the sound of doors opening an closing from the back hallway shortly before the music changes from a soothing classical background noise to something a little more modern. Rihanna, specifically. Moments later the door to that back hall opens as a younger Asian girl backs her way into the main room. There is a dance in her step that matches all too readily the dance tights, shorts and tank top she's wearing. Not to mention the shoes hanging around her neck. She also carries a basket of what can only be her own laundry as she makes her way in.
It's not long before the front doors open and Jason pushes his way in, seeming dubious but also amused as his eyes turn around the laundromat. He runs a hand through his short black hair before his gaze lands on Yi, and the Fiann grins in recognition, waving to her. "Yo Yi, hey!" Making his way over to the Gnawer, the teenage boy's gaze turns to the girl in the form-fitting outfit dancing her way in, and a smile comes over his face. "Sorry I'm late, took me a while to find the place," he says, attention apparently still on Yi even while his eyes are on the other girl.
"You're late. That will be two demerits. Or a cup of coffee," Yi says mock-disapprovingly at Jason when he does finally show. However, the shift of her attention goes towards the source of the music change and the Gnawer ragabash calls out to the girl. "Fanta! Hey!" Her hand not clinging to the duffel bag raises to wave at the girl. To Jason, she indicates with a tip of her head for him to come along.
Fanta turns her attention from claiming a washing machine for herself as her name is called. A smile comes to her face when she spots the source. "Yi!" Her basket is set on top of one of the machines and she comes over to greet the other Gnawer with a hug. "What the heck, Yi? 's been /forever/ and then you just waltz in the front door like Baryshnikov?" Stepping back from her, she looks over at Jason, her expression friendly enough as she nods a greeting before looking back to Yi. "Who's your friend?"
Jason` blinks and glances over to see who Yi's talking to, then glances back in surprise to see it was the same girl he was ogling. Grinning sheepishly, he follows in the other raggie's wake, thumbs hooked in his belt loop. One extricates himself to give a friendly half-wave to Fanta when he's noticed, putting on his most charming smile for her. "Hey! Name's Jason. Yi, I was wondering why you invited me to a laundramat. You could've just told me you were meeting a friend, y'know."
Yi tosses her bag of clothes atop a washing machine to free herself for a hug of the girl. "I was out of town, you could say," she makes as her excuse. "And for your information..." She summons up her best Sex and the City Russian impression, "'I am comic.'" She peels away from the hug to act as the introductory liason. "Fanta, this is Jason, a friend. Jason, Fanta. Friend of the family." It takes a moment but then she adds, "I was not just meeting a friend. /I'm/ here to do my laundry. What, you didn't think my kind washed our clothes?" The Fianna gets a look.
"Good to meet you, Jason," Fanta says as she holds a hand out toward him, "Are you... ah..." She falters and looks over at Yi again, "Is he... ah... ya know?" For all her stumbling around the veil dance, her smile returns at that impression from Yi. "That was terrible," she says before she gestures for them to follow her, "C'mon, the back row's open."
Jason` tugs at the brim of an invisible cap to Fanta, turning a quick grin to Yi. "Well, I figured it involved less a washing machine and more a fire hydrant and beating them against rocks. But hey..." A knowing wink gets turned to Fanta, "I was probably too busy drinking whiskey and eating potatoes when they were giving that lesson. Guess I'll be chilling out then, my laundry hasn't reached critical mass yet." A hand is extended towards Fanta as they head over towards the machines. "A pleasure, really. If Yi told me she had a cute friend hanging around here, I would have arrived on time. You dance?" he asks, nodding to her outfit.
It seems that Charlie Chaplin's "Tramp" character has walked out of the silver screen and then managed to grow a few years younger. The young man before you is dressed entirely in monochrome, and apparently he's gone the full mile to complete the image, because even his skin is in shades of gray, all the way down to his irises; there's not a spot of color. It's probably one of the best make-up jobs ever seen (if it's makeup) and the costume itself isn't half bad either, so it's hard to recognize him immediately as Sean. He wears a Bowler hat that is just a tiny bit too small, and a cheap white dress shirt with a suit jacket that is a little worse for wear, seams torn at one shoulder, edges fraying, and the lining falling out. It pinches tight around the middle of his torso with a single button affixed looking a bit too small. His pants are black with pinstripes, cut about the right length (maybe a bit oversized), and he wields a hooked cane, though it's just a bit too short and he tilts to one side if he leans on it. Why, the gnawer even has a small black fan of a mustache over his upper lip. His shoes are the only real break in costume, white tennis shoes from payless or thrift. He saunters down the sidewalk with his cane and removes his hat to passerby, many of whom give him change or even bills. He's gathered a small group of onlookers, some of whom follow down the street taking pictures, which he seems mildly amused and flattered by. He makes his way to the front of the laundrymat, for what better place to go to pick up some loose change off of strangers?
Yi raises a hand to lightly smack the Fianna on his shoulder for his commentary. "I know what I'll beat next against some rocks if you keep on like that," she remarks in half a tease. Given the invite onward, she ushers Jason forward after Fanta, moving to pick up her duffel bag of clothing, when she spots the entrance of the very noticeable Chaplin-impersonator. The fostern stares at Sean.
Fanta looks... mildly lost at the back and forth, as if searching for hidden meaning and not sure if she's actually found some or not. She does, though, take the offered hand from the Fianna for a shake, "Yeah, I do. Monday nights, Afro-Haitian. My instructor's pretty much a sadist, but that's pretty fitting for an Afro-Haitian teacher. It's pretty hardcore. So, ah, sorry if I'm sweaty." She makes the note with a sudden flush of self-consciousness, taking her hand back to wipe it on the side of her shorts. She looks over to Yi, for a familiar face to continue, "I've got pointe class in the morning, so I have to get all my fancy junk clean, before long." Of course, the other Gnawer is busy looking outside, where Fanta glances, but it doesn't seem to capture her interest long.
Jason` laughs and sways after she smacks him, rubbing at his shoulder melodramatically. After shaking hands with Fanta, he keeps up the histrionic attitude and sniffs at his hand before shrugging and putting it back in his pocket. "Afro-Haitian? Can't say that's any style I've heard before. Similar to reggae at all?" He glances over in the direction Yi is looking before hopping up to sit on a washer, attention back on Fanta. "I've done a little dancing, but I'm not well-versed in--wait, what?" The ragabash does a double-take, looking back out at the window before busting out laughing at the sight of the silent movie star walking by. "Oh crap, he /did/!"
Sean is oblivious to those inside, instead he's distracted by trying to entertain his audience, He walks up to another man in a cheap suit and removes his hat, putting it on the other mans head, then he pushes the mans arms out to the sides with his cane, then he mimes measure the suit like a tailor. He nods his head approvingly and begins to help the man remove his jacket, at which point the man stops him. Sean gestures at the state of his own suit as an explanation, putting a hand in one of the front pockets and pushing a finger out a hole in the bottom. Then he slaps his hands agains his belly and snatches hi hat back in frustration, starting to walk away, though he reconsiders and turns, holding his hat out to the man who kindly makes a donation after some laughter. Yes, he has a whole schtick going.
Suddenly, the entertainment is interrupted by a very loud, very insistent woman's voice that emanates from the Employees Only door. "MAAAAAAAI~!" It's that voice that seems to yank Yi out of any sort of stupor she'd been in before. The fostern looks around and then winces, and she slinks off back towards Jason and Fanta. "Uh oh," she says quietly to the Fianna, "Here comes the typhoon. Better duck." It isn't long after that another short, middling-aged older Asian woman comes out from the Employees Only door, sharp eyed and even sharper tongued. Once she spots the would-be dancer, there's a blast of rapid-fire Vietnamese in Fanta's direction along with a point towards the front door.
[Long distance to Fanta: Yi | Your darling mother asks, "Why is there a bunch of strange people hanging around the front of the laundromat? I saw it on the video camera!" (She means the CCTV of course.) "Who is that guy? We don't have room for random weirdoes here!"]
"Ah, no, it's not really like reggae, it's a fusion of culture from back when the Africans were being taken to Haiti and sold as slaves. They brought their culture along with them and over time it merged with the Haitian culture and... the Haitian culture was already being influenced by the French... and I'm rambling," Fanta says, reaching a hand up to scratch at the back of her head. Of course, before she can apologize /or/ comment on the excitement outside, there is that shout from the back. She turns toward the door to yell back, "WHAT?!" Of course, the woman comes out and gives a rather detailed answer to that one word question. Fanta replies in that same language, but no matter her words not being understood, there is the air of a person claiming innocence about her. And the deflection comes when she steps aside an points to Jason and Yi.
[From afar, Fanta answers, "I don't know! There's some street performance going on out there. No one I know! WHy don't you ask /him/, he's the weirdo." There is a pause, "But Ma! Yi's here. And she came with a friend."]
Jason` grins broadly as he watches Sean through the glass briefly before turning back to Fanta, nodding as she talks. He waves off any embarrassment she might feel, wrinkling his nose. "Don't worry about it. Wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to kn--" The ragabash jumps in surprise, making the washer thunk as his feet hit it with a *BANG*. Glancing over at Yi, Jason looks worried and tries to surreptitiously slide off his perch...though freezes mid slump as he's pointed at, a deer-in-the-headlights look turning to the angry Vietnamese woman.
Sean finally looks inside once he hears the loud yelling from within, and his expression somewhat matches Jason's, as he fears he's about to be run off. Then that look also mingles with realization as he sees Jason and Yi and Fanta. He ponders a moment, then waves his hat at the group outside, ushering them away as he stuff his money in his pocket and steps inside the Laundromat, replacing his hat on his head. He walks on in with a smile, then frowns and looks thwarted as some of the crowd simply follows him inside, laughter blooming into the building. He leans on his cane and taps his hip impatiently.
The woman sighs in an annoyed huff and looks back towards the performance going on just beyond the doors of the laundromat for a second, and turns to Fanta once more at the latter portion of her answer. Then like the sun breaking through the clouds, the woman brightens in surprise and she comes forward, almost having forgotten about the mime outside. "Yi! And... Yi's friend, welcome! Welcome, come come! Wow, so long we haven't seen you!" Yi and the woman exchange hugs, with the fostern explaining, "I was out of town for a little bit, Auntie Kim." Her introduction continues on, "This is Jason. He's a friend." And once the older woman's eyes are draw to the Fianna, it's like the sun's come out from around the clouds and shined upon her. "Oh... hello." Yi takes the opportunity to glance back in Sean's direction while Fanta's mother is distracted.
At the sudden change in the woman's demeanor, Jason's face splits into a sunny grin to match hers. Ah, one of /those/ kinds of families. "Hello, Yi's Auntie Kim. Name's Jason. A pleasure, and might I say you look lovely in that dress tonight."
Sean smiles and nods his head at Yi, then fumbles and quickly takes his hat off his head and holds it to his chest, folding the cane under one arm. as he waits as respectfully as possible for the Kin's mother to turn her attention to him.
Kim, so the mother's called, is quick to echo the Fianna ragabash's smile and says in a great voice filled with admiration to him, "You are so tall! Mmhm! Good!" Yi echoes the smiles overall, but spotting Sean as he comes closer that smile starts to wane away. "Ah, Auntie... do you think..." she starts to interrupt, but Kim turns anyway without bidding from the fostern ragabash. It seems Sean's approach isn't only noticed by the fostern. Sean gets a very long and good eyeing over before the mother makes a very disapproving sound and excuses herself from Jason briefly to start towards the Gnawer philodox. "Who are you? No money here! Don't bother my customers!" she shooes at him. Yi, however, pipes up some more, louder, "Auntie Kim! That's Sean. He's like a brother..."
Jason` laughs genuinely, spreading his arms out and giving Auntie Kim a quick, flourishing bow. "And you are too kind, ma'am!" When her attention turns to Sean, so does Jason's, and the Fiann seems horribly amused by the situation. Ahhh, the character is being played to a T! The ragabash raises hands to silently golf-clap for the Chaplin lookalike.
Sean humbly nods his head with wide eyes and ducks apologetically to the women, of course keeping silent. Then he glances behind himself at the crowed huddling inside the door and narrows his eyes at them, waving the cane about angrily. He pounts at the machines and the owner of the laundromat, then flings a finger towards the door, waving them away dismissivly as he turns back with his arms crossed, hat placed back on his head tipped down over his eyes. He realizes this leaves him scowling at the older woman, and then he quickly removes his hand and hlds it in both hands over his stomach with his cane hooked over his arm, looking apologetic again.
Kim Phan's smile to Jason turns upside down as she looks away. She frowns hugely at the number of people huddled at the door to the laundromat who linger despite Sean's waving and such. She stomps off towards the front doors, not just gesturing for those watchers to shoo, but very verbally also breaking up the crowd. "Go on! No trespassing! I'll call the police!" she threatens. That much gets enough of the people to move, especially when the woman steps out of the laundromat to continue berating stragglers. Yi looks on and with a shake of her head, waves Sean over closer. "You - what /are/ you /doing/?" she hisses at the monochrome philodox, still well aware of the company they're in at the moment.
Standing somewhat back from the group as her mother breezes in and past, Fanta really can only stand there, a hand over her face, just trying to withstand the typhoon. When the woman steps out, Fanta looks to the small group she has gathered there. "I... am /so/ sorry. There's no talking to her when she gets like this." Of course, when she finally gets to have a good look at Sean, she raises one eyebrow, "Nice. You doing Groucho next?"
"Street theatre!" Jason says delightedly in response to Yi's question. He heads over and smacks Sean on the shoulder. "Love the hat, man. How many Chaplin movies did you have to watch to get the walk down?" Fanta gets a glance from the ragabash and he quirks a smile at her, "Oh no, I've got dibs on Groucho if I ever...you know, sprout a moustache or something." He holds an invisible cigar up to his mouth, waggling his eyebrows at the kin and talking in a nasal rapid-fire style, "I once shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I'll never know."
Sean raises a finger in the air and opens his mouth to answer Yi, then says nothing as his brow furrows and his mouth drops back shut. He then makes a motion as if zipping his mouth shut and throwing away the key. He smiles at Fanta and gets a grin like she's giving him ideas, then points at Jason with an exuberant nod. He had the right answer. He starts counting on his fingers but seems to lose count after he gets to two on each hand and shrugs his shoulders helplessly, placing his hat back on his head. He glances back at the angry woman at the door, then sets both hands over the top of the cane in front of himself and smiles pleasantly.
"Whatever you say, Hawkeye," Yi remarks at Jason with a wryness and dryness present showing in her less than thrilled expression. Sean takes the last of her wind from her proverbial sails and she just says to Fanta tiredly, "Thing haven't changed very much since I last came, have they?" The woman outside finishes chasing off the spectators and as she comes back in, puts on another smile for the remaining few - make that one - customer who's just trying to very very unobtrusively remain off in that little corner reading her book while waiting for her things to dry. Vietnamese barks at Fanta again as Kim comes back to the group, then the woman busily ushers the group a little closer to the back of the laundromat. "Would you like something to eat? Drink? Mai can make good tea," Kim remarks to Jason in turn, eyeing Sean a little longer. Or more, eyeing that fake mustache.
[Long distance to Fanta: Yi | "I think I've seen the weird clown before. But he's strange... Anyway, why don't you make some tea and bring something to eat for the tall one? He's a nice boy. Nicer than You Know Who."]
Fanta looks over at Jason's joke, a crooked smile coming to her face. "What's the difference between a bad golfer and a bad skydiver? One goes '*Whack* Darn!' and the other goes 'Darn! *Whack*'!" She looks back at Sean, though, watching, but she leans over toward Yi to semi-whisper, "Seriously. He ever talk or is he just deep in it?" She chuckles lightly at Yi's observation, nodding her head, "Things /ever/ change around here?" Of course, the dry rhetoric is shortly followed by Kim's return. She responds again in Vietnamese, but the name 'Johnny' is spoken before the end and Fanta turns to look back to the three visitors. "I'll... go make some tea. You guys might as well make yourselves comfortable." She looks back to her mom, but moves back toward that back door.
[From afar, Fanta | "Strange? Wouldn't have noticed that, thanks Ma. Just... don't embarrass me, okay? And leave Johnny out of this!"]
Jason` busts out laughing at Fanta's joke, applauding before perking up and pointing a finger at her. "Oh! I got one! Two peanuts were walking down the street. One was assaulted." He grins expectantly for a moment, jerking a thumb at Sean. "He got in a fight and got his voice knocked out of him. Long story, tell ya later, in private. Y'know Sean, I kinda like you better this way. Think you can keep it up?" When Auntie Kim comes back in, Jason is immediately straightening up again and putting on his best good-boy smile for the woman. "Tea would be awesome, Ms. Kim. Thanks very much." He shrugs a little apologetically at Fanta as she heads off to do her stuff and looks around for a place to sit.
Sean shifts self consciously as his mustache is eyed, then he awkwardly crosses an arm over his stomach,while leaning an elbow on that hand as he reaches up to cover his mouth, his index finger covering the mustache. He glances down and back up furtively. He then smiles and bows a little at Fanta's offer, tipping his had at her. The gnawer looks at Jason and Yi a moment, then pulls out his notepad, flipping pages. He shows Yi, "Can't talk." and then points a finger at the word Wyld on one page, nodding his head. He eyes Jason a moment ruefully, then shakes his cane in the air menacingly. If he could speak he might say, "Why I oughta..."
The newcomers are not left to waste away in laundromat floor but instead ushered into the office area. Kim clucks with insistent tones for them to make themselves comfortable and sit. She secures the door loosely, trapping them all. "So! You come to see Mai, then?" rambles on the older lady as if there were hardly a break in the conversation with Jason. "She's getting better with cooking. And, college! She's going to the university in the city soon. /Scholarship/." Yi nods a few times, but with a look to Jason seems to be checking him and his charms. "Oh, Auntie Kim. It sounds like you've told her," remarks the fostern ragabash a little more pointedly, "about /us/?" There's a meaningful look sent to both Fianna and the other Gnawer to include them before Yi looks back to Kim.
It isn't long before Fanta comes down the stairs that lead up into the apartment above, graceful steps bringing her and the tray she holds down without incident. Which is good, since there is a tea pot still steaming sitting center and several teacups surrounding it, as well as small spoons. It all looks to be part of a set, even. She has to use a hip to bump the office door open, but soon she comes in to join them all, sliding the tray onto the desk. She doesn't join into the conversation, though, instead she goes about setting upright and pouring teas into each of those cups.
Jason` gives Sean a bit of an offended-innocence look, though he pulls up a chair and sits a little straighter than normal under Auntie Kim's watchful gaze. He smiles politely, the picture of good manners with his hands folded on the table as Kim inspects him, though it falters into confusion as Yi asks that question. He looks around at all of them, "What, she didn't know yet? Wow..." When Fanta comes in, that polite smile is back and he pulls his hands off the table to give the girl room to place the tray. "You want help with that?"
Sean narrows his eyes at Jason skeptically, then he breaks it off and smiles and bows around and then takes a seat politely. Setting his hat on the table, he shows more clearly that his entire head is in perfect black and white. His hair is very Sean though, not quite charlie chaplin. He smiles at Kim and Fanta, nodding gratefully. taking the cup of tea that's offered him and nodding his head again with a smile.
Yi starts to push up from her seat to help Fanta, but Kim's quick to put her back down in the seat. "Please, let Mai do it. You're guests after all. Yi makes some customary form of protest, but Kim has none of it and picks up her cup to inspect it briefly. When Sean removes his hat, she gasps with the sight of Sean's hair. The woman's demeanor does not seem approving. Yi waits until Fanta's finished pouring, however, to add in explanation about Sean, "He had a run-in with some strange characters. I... well, he should be back to normal soon." That last note is said with desperate hope.
Fanta shakes her head at the offer from Jason, "Thanks. I got it." And really it isn't long before she's passing cups along to the others. It's just lucky that she doesn't have one in her hand when she sees Sean's monochrome hair. Where her mother seems to take it mostly in stride, Fanta just seems surprised. And then troubled, when Yi's explanation comes through. "You mean someone /made/ him this way? It isn't just elaborate body paint and... contacts?" Oh yeah, someone thinks that's a little weird. She retreats to her tray, picking up the last cup for herself to take solace in the brew within.
Jason` seems like he wants to protest, though just pulls his hands back again to let her do it. He smiles and nods gratefully as his tea is passed to him and he lifts it to his mouth to blow across the surface, eyeing Sean's hair along with everyone else over the rim of the cup. "It's something a bit weirder, alright," he remarks at Fanta's surprise, giving the girl a calm shrug. Nothing to worry about, his demeanor says.
Sean raises his eyebrows and reaches up to feel his head, looking up as if he might find a frog perched there or a giant tarantula. He relaxes when that isn't the case, then takes his tea with a self conscious glance around and blows on it, though he's utterly silent doing so, and he takes a sip, then smiles and nods with a humble shrug.
Kim sips at her own tea, furtively observing the pair of boys from over the rim of her small cup. Yi replies to Fanta with a small nod, "It will take more than a towel and some detergent to cleanse him of this." Her gaze passes to the Gnawer philodox, eyeing him thoughtfully. Then she realizes aloud, "Aiya! I came here to get some of my clothes washed. Auntie Kim... could you...?" Her prelude is quickly halted by a held out hand from the older lady. "Of course. For Family, it is free," she says. Canting her head, the woman also looks towards Fanta. Her brows lift, almost /expecting/.
[Long distance to Fanta: Yi | It's the, 'Don't just stand there, these boys came here for you. Aren't you going to offer the same services to them?' look.]
The young girl just settles back into a seat, sipping at her own tea in much the same manner her mother does, just without the eyeing. "You guys, too," she adds toward Jason and Sean, "We can fix you up here. Or your clothes, at least." She looks over at her mother, letting out a bit of a sigh before she looks back at Yi. "What... /will/ it take? And do I even want to know?"
Jason` nods to Kim. "I appreciate it, and I may take you up on that, if it means I get more tea later." He smiles at the two girls, taking his first sip. "At a guess? I'd say it'll just take time. Either that our a full-body skin graft. Sean? Which do you think we should try first?"
Sean lowers his brow contemplatively and slowly strokes his chin towards Jason, then shrugs after a moment. He nods at Fanta's offer and stands up, primly removing his jacket, folding it, and setting it on the table next to the kin. For her to wash of course. It seems he's still going on with his act, then he begins removing the black necktie tied in a bow around his neck, and unbuttoning his shirt...
Yi replies to Fanta, "A cleansing ritual may help. It was spirits who did this to him." Her tone seems very matter of fact. And Fanta's mother Kim doesn't seem the least bit disturbed by the spirit talk either, nodding sagely even. Jason's comment elicits a smile out of the sterner looking Vietnamese woman. "Oh of course! You should come to dinner some time. We live upstairs. And Mai is practicing her cooking, so she could cook for you!" Yi bites on her lower lip as she finds something vastly humorous about Kim's response to Jason, but that quickly washes out faster than Sean's color as he starts to take off his clothing. "Sean. /What/ are you doing?" She shakes her head at him, indicating he really shouldn't be doing that.
"You got an extra skin hanging out, or are you looking for donors? 'Cause I could point you toward some nice ones..." Fanta seems to be jumping on the joking, her smile even returning. However... as much as she seems to accept Sean's jacket removal, as he goes on, she takes in an uncomfortable breath, turning her head to look anywhere but at him. And then her mother. Those words to Jason bring out a touch of the pink to her cheeks. "/Ma/," she says in utter disbelief.
Jason` gives a quick hiss at Sean to get his attention and draws a quick finger across his throat. "Save it for the Chippendale's, bro." Jason's eyes turn to Fanta and he can't help but grin broadly as he notes the coloring of her cheeks. "I'd love to, Ms. Kim, but I couldn't possibly impose on you. Especially since we've only met once. How about I just stop by for tea again a few more times? Your daughter makes a fine brew, after all." A quick wink is given to Fanta as Jason takes another sip from his cup.
Sean looks a little confused and buttons his shirt back up, though from the glimpse of his chest it's seen the black and white goes down there too. He picks up the jacket and acts like he's scrubbing it with a brush, then does the same to the sleeve of his shirt. But apparently this kind of schtick is only funny to those watching past the third wall. After all, there's a reason the tramp got himself into a lot of trouble everywhere he went.
Kim casts a rather discerning eye over Fanta at her blush, standing up from her seat, setting her cup down on the tray. "That is too bad," she acknowledges, "though you are welcome to come back, Jason." Sean gets another look, one that feels puzzled by his lack of any words or color whatsoever, but the woman shrugs. "Enjoy the tea. I must go see about Mr. Phan," remarks the older woman as she turns to Mai and says something more in their lilting foreign tongue. Yi remains seated politely and adds, "Thank you Auntie." To the boys, she says, "Are you two having something to do or do you plan on wasting your time waiting for me?"
[Long distance to Fanta: Yi | Mothers around the world agree with Mrs. Phan, "I like the tall one. You should invite him to dinner again before he leaves. And make sure their clothes get washed. Bring up the tray when you're done. And that third dryer keeps knocking again. You should check it."]
Fanta does smile at the wink, but the whisper from her mother gets a sort of discontented noise from the girl. "I'll take a look at the dryer, Ma. Again." She rolls her eyes over to look at Yi, sharing a Look for a moment before she looks back to Sean, holding a hand out for his jacket, "So long as you've got something else under there, I can do the shirt, too." She looks over to Jason, her smile a little easier for the non-odd looking fellow. "You guys are welcome anytime. There's always tea, and if you show up around feeding time, they /will/ feed you." Taking the jacket to fold over her arm, she nods her head at Yi and moves to lead the little group out to the main room. And to the every stimulating chore of laundry.
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