paradisa | Chapter Eight- Like Good Wine

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geoffrey chaucer

Chapter Eight- Like Good Wine

Filtered to Ashura
How long has it been, my friend? Would you care for a cup of tea?

Filtered to Felix
Last time we spoke, you seemed… annoyed. How is this Peace Patrol you were so worried about?

Filtered to Cole
We haven’t spoken in a while. How are you?

Filtered to Dairine
How have you been, my dear? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

[And now, for shits and giggles...]

Filtered to Bucky
Oi! Where’ve you been at? You’re not still a woman, are you?

[And now that he’s taken care of all of that journal action, he’ll be addressing the castle as a whole.]
You know, I have more friends here than I ever did back home. What, are you all just as big of bastards as I am or something?

[And Chaucer will be spending the rest of his day sitting out on the lawn, soaking up the sun.]

[ Added in, later in the afternoon:] Where the hell is everyone?!

[ooc: ...He is the most mature. He is also the most observant. Open over the journals or in person!]

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'Too bad'? Were you looking forward to it?

And you don't know what you're missing, my friend.

Well, you're the one who seems to think it's a pity. So maybe I should be asking you.

It is a pity. For you. I'm way out of your league.

Are you, now. Well, I wouldn't want to sleep with you, anyway. Who knows where you've been?

Me? What about you?

What about me? I'm clean. Can't say the same for you. Sleeping with all those women.

If you're talking about those diseases, I am well-versed in them now. I've been to the clinic recently, and I do believe they would have told me if something were wrong.

[Bucky has nothing to say to that except to laugh.] Seriously?

It's a long story. It involves a lot of tests and one stupid fuckhead.

[Geoff is not laughing. It was traumatizing, okay?]

Doesn't it always? [Pause.] You all right, though?

[Oh. That's a nice change from being made fun of. ~~Even though he started the taunting but shhh~~.]

Takes a lot more than that to break me. ...Thanks for your concern.

[Does this mean they're friends? Geoff can't tell.]

[Who knows. Though Bucky is calling him by a nickname.]

...You were right, you know. About me. [And Bucky has no idea why he's telling him this.]

Hm? What about?

...Never mind. Doesn't matter. [It doesn't, really. He's not sure why he was telling him, anyway. Other than the fact that he's the one who put the damn idea in his head, all the way back when he first got her.]

Wait... ah, do you mean you really are attracted to men?

[It isn't said mockingly, just curiously.]

[He hoped you wouldn't figure that out.] ....Yes. Happy now?

It wasn't... it wasn't meant... ah... I'm sorry if you thought I meant it mean-spiritedly. Two of my best friends prefer males. And... I don't... I've... thought on the subject.

[Wow, he feels awkward. WHY ARE WE TALKING ABOUT OUR FEELINGS? Geoff likes to avoid these talks.]

[Bucky gives a bit of a startled laugh. He's not sure what he expected, but not that.] 'S all right.

[Pause.] So, we've insulted each other, we flirted, then insulted each other a little more, and then both questioned our sexuality. What in the world do we talk about now? Perhaps I should insult you more, just to round it out...

[Bucky snorts.] Go ahead, if you want to.

[Teasingly.] Mmm... Nah. You're too easy a target. Wouldn't be fair.

I... we haven't talked in months, though. How have you been?

Thanks for the consideration, Geoff.

[He considers how to answer. Something that isn't 'exhausted.'] Busy.

Hm. Well, that's not vague. A good kind of busy or a bad kind?

[He might as well admit it.] Most of it was bad. I spent about a good part of last week drunk on the roof.

...Did it ever occur to you that drinking on the roof is a bit dangerous?

And... that sounds bad. I am sorry.