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The First Step [Closed]
WHO: Fynn Izunia & Constantine Tarr
WHERE: Sweet Bonjour, a trendy little bakery.
WHEN: 9/3, late afternoon
WHAT: Another "meet up" between two perfectly good strangers.
WARNINGS: PG-ish, mild swearing on Fynn's part.
[Getting to the fancy little bakery was much easier than finding the bravery to venture inside. Why? Well it might have something go do with Fynn getting an extreme case of cold feet. It's not like Fynn to hesitate about anything in life. The police officer likes to grab life by the horns and pull with all his might. He's the kind of guy who either comes off as an abrasive asshole or a free spirited dreamer. Nothing in life seems out of reach for Fynn, nothing.
That is until now.
Self-doubt is an ugly spider that likes to weave its web within people's minds. It serves as a nagging reminder of ones faults, failures and mortality. So even though Fynn came all the way out here to see Tarr, he hasn't worked up the courage yet to go inside the bakery. His thoughts are nagging at him, worrying him with nasty lies and half-truths about himself.]
He's not going to be interested in you once he finds out what you're really like.
[That terrible thought crosses his mind more than once as he paces back and forth near the entrance. As much as Fynn wants to tell it to "fuck off", he just can't but listen. What caused all of this sudden anxiety? Is it Tarr? No, can't possibly be his fault, is it? Fynn suddenly wishes he had a beer or something now, just anything go silence the nagging thoughts within his mind.]
Just go in already, you stupid coward--!
[With a deep sigh, Fynn puts on a brave face and pushes open the door tentatively.]
WHERE: Sweet Bonjour, a trendy little bakery.
WHEN: 9/3, late afternoon
WHAT: Another "meet up" between two perfectly good strangers.
WARNINGS: PG-ish, mild swearing on Fynn's part.
[Getting to the fancy little bakery was much easier than finding the bravery to venture inside. Why? Well it might have something go do with Fynn getting an extreme case of cold feet. It's not like Fynn to hesitate about anything in life. The police officer likes to grab life by the horns and pull with all his might. He's the kind of guy who either comes off as an abrasive asshole or a free spirited dreamer. Nothing in life seems out of reach for Fynn, nothing.
That is until now.
Self-doubt is an ugly spider that likes to weave its web within people's minds. It serves as a nagging reminder of ones faults, failures and mortality. So even though Fynn came all the way out here to see Tarr, he hasn't worked up the courage yet to go inside the bakery. His thoughts are nagging at him, worrying him with nasty lies and half-truths about himself.]
He's not going to be interested in you once he finds out what you're really like.
[That terrible thought crosses his mind more than once as he paces back and forth near the entrance. As much as Fynn wants to tell it to "fuck off", he just can't but listen. What caused all of this sudden anxiety? Is it Tarr? No, can't possibly be his fault, is it? Fynn suddenly wishes he had a beer or something now, just anything go silence the nagging thoughts within his mind.]
Just go in already, you stupid coward--!
[With a deep sigh, Fynn puts on a brave face and pushes open the door tentatively.]
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Rather one was trying to wrestle while the other one has his hand on his face pushing him away. About the same height and in the same kind of outfit, it was still easy to tell who was who. Even the pristine double-breasted white chef's jacket couldn't hide Tarr's shoulders. The other guy flailed around for a moment and then fell back with a scream and making gurgling sounds, saying something in Korean. Tarr huffed something back and then went to wash his hands at the sink by the coffee pots.
Then he saw Fynn in the angled mirror over the sink, and ducked his head. He finished drying his hands even as he stepped over the other chef and slid past another person in a chef's jacket and walked over to Fynn. ]
Hi.
That traitor broke my nose! [ There was a waving hand and tutting noises coming from behind the counter and one of the waiters grinned and said something back that caused an extra wailing. ] You are all traitors!
Ignore him.
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Yeah, hi. [Fynn manages to say in-between chuckles.] You sure you didn't kill---Oh.
[Nope, John is alive. Alive and semi-well at that. Fynn gives Tarr and amused glance.]
Will do.
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[ There was more laughter from the waiter as the guy got up and headed into the back. Meanwhile it was apparent who were regulars and who weren't just by who was staring at the retreating chef and who had gone back to their treats. Tarr watched him go with - what was for him anyways - a smile and then turned back to Fynn. ]
The fake icing is the stuff made from lard we use for display only pieces. It's the only way to keep people from trying to eat those pieces.
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He's quite the character, isn't he? [A chuckle escapes him as he turns to Tarr again.] Ew, lard?! Why don't you folks just get plastic models of your pastries made for display instead? They do that in Japan.
[That's a good question, isn't it?]
Is he your boss?
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[ He plays with the edge of his sleeves, smoothing them back into position halfway up his arms as he glanced around making sure that the customers were being tended to. ]
We had those but people walked off with them, so, lard icing to keep people from stealing or eating.
[ He doesn't know why people do it either. He just thinks that people are weird and leaves it at that, especially considering that he was weird by default. ]
John? No. We're partners. He makes savories, I make sweets and we both split the drinks.
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[Fynn glances over at the direction John went once he hears the guy fussing at someone else. He rubs the back of his neck a little as he awkwardly glances about. The poor guy is a tad uncomfortable right now, just a tad.]
Really? Geez, I guess it's true what people say. Unless it's nailed or bolted down, folks will take everything you got. Please tell me some asshole took a bite into one of the fake cakes and got a nasty surprise.
[He grins at Tarr when he says that. He didn't notice this last time but Tarr is actually a little taller than him.]
Oh, I get it. Gotta share the workload and all that.
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[ Still was in theater, if he was going to be honest. Jaejoon aka John might be a professional cook like him but he also couldn't keep from his passion.
He noticed that he seemed a little off, so, glancing around for a moment, Tarr nodded his head towards the back. ]
I promised you cake, right?
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[Fynn says with a faint chuckle. He used to hangout with the so-called "theater kids" in high school. They're always such a quirky bunch of weirdos but entertaining. Having a friend like John around must be pretty exciting. He doesn't have anyone much like that in his life other than his older brother. Ardyn definitely was a theater kid back in the day despite their father's influence.]
Cake and company, Tarr. [Fynn says with a cheerful grin as he follows along.] You promised both, remember?
[Hint, hint.]
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[ Although Tarr's level of weirdness was higher then the usual teen dramatics to the point of actually getting makeup tips from cheerleaders.
There came a slight ducking of his head at that as he led the way to the back. There were a couple other people back here cooking and Tarr paused to take a spare jacket down and hold it out to Fynn. ]
Put this on and tie your hair back, okay? [ He might promise some things but he still had to keep an eye on health regulations even for a visitor. It would be different if the store was closed. As it was, Tarr had taken out a hat from his pocket and was putting it on, using two little ladybug topped hairpins to pin it in place.]
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[He has no shame in his game. Fynn is quite aware of his oddities back then as a fresh faced youth. Between his activities on the soccer team and him hanging out at the local arcades, Fynn was quite a busy teen. Rambunctious too, just ask his brother.]
Eh? [Fynn arches his brow some as he takes the chef jacket.] Oh, right! Food safety regulations. Gotcha.
[He hangs up his leather jacket upon an adjacent hook and slips on the chef's coat first before gathering his hair. This is probably one of those rare moments that Fynn actually acknowledges just how lengthy his hair gotten. His hair is a combination of light and darker browns of nearly every hue. Towards the roots, Fynn's hair is a dark brown thats almost black but further out the colors become lighter. It's an interesting gradient, especially since there's actual hints of blonde mixed in there.
He never dyed his hair a day in his life. It's just naturally a mess of browns and blonde.]
Ugh. [He fusses as he tries to get it in a ponytail.] I should've trimmed it.
[After several tries and many failures that Tarr probably would get a kick out of, Fynn sets his hair just right in a mid height ponytail. he should've just braided it but he doesn't know how. However, be damned if he doesn't look just darling like this.]
...Ladybugs?
[Fynn stifles a chuckle.]
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Too many people around too. I don't mind when most everything is away and we're closed but open? Better to just not tempt health inspectors.
[ He hands Fynn a sealed hairnet and starts for the back counter only to pause at the muffled chuckle. One eyebrow rose and he pursed his lips if trying to decide if that was a bad laugh or a good one. Then snorting he shook his head. ]
My niece gave them to me.
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[No, seriously. They really are crazy about cats. Fynn doesn't understand why some people adore cats so much. It's disturbing.]
In any case, that's pretty cute. They look good you, Tarr. Red just might be your color.
[He finally puts the hairnet on. God, Fynn swears he looks terrible in this get up.]
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[ He just glances at him for the cat comment but doesn't saying anything for the moment. Tarr liked all animals but cats were special to him. Jaejoon said it was because they were too much alike, and Tarr kinda agreed with it. ]
Most of my sweaters are red. [ A shrug and he is leading Flynn towards the back where several ingredients and baking tools were laid out. ] What did I say I was going to make you?
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[He only has one sister and an older brother. The sister he doesn't really talk too much but Ardyn? Fynn is always chatting it up with his brother. Hell, he still drops by his brother's home unannounced all the time.]
I used to have a really cool red leather jacket but some acid monster tore to shreds. [That slipped out a little too quickly for Fynn to stop himself. He quickly turns to Tarr and shakes his head. Of course Fynn is joking. Of course. That totally didn't really happen to him. Noooope. That's totally not the reason why he's been on leave from work either.
Nah, that's just crazy talk.]
I think blue is more my color these days. Just seems to fit me better than red.
[Red and blue. They compliment each other.]
I don't know but I know it was cheesecake related and I'm hungry! So get to it.
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[ Sure, there were some of the problems like finding out about periods and differences between breasts and other such things, but he hadn't mind the dressing up or the playing with dolls things. He didn't know those things were not looked upon as being masculine and found anyone who said otherwise as being idiots. Some people had teased him, but the growth spurt that gave him legs also gave him shoulders and a punch that wasn't something to sneeze at and so people left him alone. ]
I'm sorry to hear that.
[ It's a sad state of affairs when monsters eat jackets. He will write a song about it even. As for the colors complimenting each other, he had heard a story about that as well, but he wasn't going to go into it. ]
So demanding.
[ But even as he says that, Tarr is starting to blend ingredients together, hands moving easily through the steps. ]
It will take a while for it to bake and cool, so either you can wait or just have a piece from the ones made this morning, okay?