The Crazy One

Logged: July 05-06 (it passed midnight in the middle of the rp, hehe)
Chars involved: Darklett, Charsina


After walking into the kitchen and seeing Darklett, Charsina smiles. "Heard you got Kitchen Duty." She looks at him. "How'd ya manage that one?"

"...Ouch." Darklett cut himself slightly on his paw, and he sucks on it now, turning to Charsina. "Ah, hello, I'm having a wonderful day, yourself? Good. Oh, kitchen duty, right. I'll tell you the same thing I tell everybeast else: insubordination, stupidity, or both."

Darklett sets the knife down, it appears he'd been chopping some vegetables. That's why he cut himself. Heh.

Charsina looks at his paw and pulls a peice of cloth she always kept with her out of her pockets. She goes over to him, "Here, I'll wrap that up for you."

Darklett smiles, placing his hand down on the counter. "Thanks. Can't be bleeding all over the food, can I?" Oh, it's a shallow, barely bleeding cut, you big pansy. "So, what have you been up to? And is it day or night?"

Charsina starts wrapping it, feeling a little nervous being this close to him. "Nothing, helping Marleigh plan the wedding. And it's night."

Darklett smiles. "Night, eh? Kinda lose track of things when you're not allowed to leave this hole in the ground. When you don't know the time of day, you only sleep when you're tired, so I can't even tell you how long I've been on kitchen duty. Colonel Zoe could be getting me to do all this extra work, all because I can't tell when my duty's over with." He laughs at this fact, and waits for the wrap job to be finished.

Charsina finishes and pulls away nervously, looking down at the ground. "Did she tell you how long you were on duty?"

Darklett raises his eyes to the ceiling, thoughtfully. "You know..." Shrug. "I don't even remember. All I know is I can't leave this place without an officer, and I'm getting stir crazy. Dishes and mops can only satisfy so much of my boredom, especially when everything's done. I even tried cooking, but... Never again."

Charsina laughs slightly, looking up once more. "Well I'll keep you company." She smiles slightly at him. Yes she was mad at the way he hadn't had the courage to go after her, but that doesn't mean she can't just talk to him.

"Good." Darklett half-smiles at the doe. "And if any patroller tells you I'm crazy, kick him in the shin."

Charsina laughs again. "I already know your crazy do you don't need to worry about that one." She smiles, glad to finally have someone to talk to.

Darklett's shoulders slump a bit. "So, you think I'm nuts, too? I guess that's to be expected." He picks up the knife again, and begins chopping up what can be identified as watercress. "I don't even know what this is, I was just bored and decided to start cutting it up."

"I only think you're crazy because you're cutting it up just for the fun of it." She smiles at him. "So, you never did tell me who the girl was that broke your heart."

Chop, chop, chop, chop. "She's a squirrelmaid named Snowflower. And she didn't really break my heart. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't my fault. It was nobeast's fault. She's engaged, and the small thing we shared was wrong to do, and almost destroyed her relationship with her fiancee." Darklett sets the knife down, and picks some of the greenery up with his paws, and places it in his mouth. "Mm, not bad. Want to try?"

Charsina shakes her head "No thanks. So if it was a mistake then why are you still so beat up about it?" She leaned on a counter.

"Who said I was?" Darklett picks up the knife, and decides the mysterious veggie isn't finely enough chopped. "I mean, sure, yeah, it may -seem- like I can't get over her, but you don't see me running away and trying to find her, do you? No, I've got priorities." Chop.

Charsina smiles. "Or Kitchen duty." She laughs slightly, teasing him was fun. "So, what do you do when you are done and get overly bored?"

"Sleep, because when I'm done, I'm usually tired." Darklett laughs at this, chop, chop, chop. "Or, when I'm not tired, I try to see if I can spy on how much better off every Long Patrol hare is than me."

Charsina shakes her head moving and standing next to him, picking up one of the chopped piece and putting in her mouth. "That is kinda good."

Darklett nods in agreement. "Yeah, yeah it is." He puts another pawful of finely chopped watercress into his mouth, chews, and swallows. "I wonder if the cook knows about this stuff."

Charsina looks at him. "I don't know...maybe." She looks him in the eye for a second then looks away rather quickly.

"You look distracted," Darklett observes. "You should get in trouble more often, kitchen duty is -enthralling.-"

Charsina shakes her head, deciding to stay quiet. "Not distracted." A slightly blush crosses her cheeks, which she tries, and fails to hide.

Darklett raises a very skeptical eyebrow. "Ah, I see. Quick to pry for information out of me, but as soon as it turns around, you're shy." Chop, just for good measure.

Charsina blushes brightly again. "No it's not that, it's just..."She goes quiet again, looking away.

Darklett's eyebrow raises higher. "Continue, I've got nothing better to do."

Charsina shakes her head quickly. She couldn't tell him, he'd laugh in her face. Well, she kinda told him before but he was being a huge cry-baby.

Darklett's eyebrow lowers. Ah, darn. "Oh, well, if you're not gonna tell me, might as well clean up this mess..." He takes a scoop of watercress and shoves it in his mouth, beginning the "cleanup."

Charsina shrugs. "Not much to tell." She lied, not well, actually quite horribly. Oh well....he was a buck, maybe he would believe it.

Darklett doesn't care, either way, but for the sake of conversation... "There was something to tell a few moments ago, did it go away?" He swallows the bit of vegetable that was in his mouth, and continues. "And your blush tells me there's something, too. Don't leave me hanging."

Charsina shakes her head. "No...I let you know once and you just stood there like a big whiny Buck. I'm not doing it again." She moved away from him.

Darklett seems unphased by this. "And there you go, shifting the conversation back to me again. Oh well, it was good talking to you..." He scoops up more watercress and shoves it in his mouth, munching contently.

Charsina twirls around quickly. "Why are you so..." UGH! "Immature!"

Darklett finds this very funny. "I don't know, really. I've been trying to fix the whole immaturity thing for a while now. You're not leaving, are you? It seems to be a shame, our talk was really going places."

Charsina ughs! "You're so immature! Make up your mind!" UGH! She was so mad she could punch a hole into something.

Darklett finds -this- even -more- funny. Aww, no more watercress. Frown. "Make up my mind? About what? Now I just don't know what you're talking about." Darklett sweeps watercress debris onto his paw off the counter, and chucks the bits into his mouth.

Charsina gives up, walks over to him, planting a kiss on his lips then turning and heading for the door.

Darklett furrows his eyebrows, contemplating that as Charsina heads out. He yells out after her: "Now you're the one that can't make up her mind! Kissing me, then storming out of the room! What's with -that?-" Meeeeeeeeh. Oh well. Hey, look, there's a mop. Not much to clean, but hey, it's there.

Charsina turns around rather quickly. "Well maybe if you weren't so immature and could show some kind of sign that I wouldn't have to leave then I would stay!"

Darklett has already started mopping. "Heh, I'm not keeping you, Charsina, am I? Is my immaturity forcing you to leave? I'm incredibly sorry." Snicker, mop, slursh, slop, dip, splash, wipe.

Charsina ughs! "Do you want me to stay or not?!" Why couldn't ever just give a straight answer, it was rather annoying, made her want to punch something.

Darklett wriggles his nose. "I'd better let you have the last word, or else you might be stuck in that spot forever."

Charsina ughs! "Just answer the questions will you?!"

Darklett drops the grinning and laughing, and twists his face to anger, slamming the mop on the floor, creating a resounding clack throughout the kitchen. "There! IS THIS HOW YOU WANT ME TO ACT? What do you want from me? You are doing nothing but TORTURING me, Charsina! TORTURING meeheheheheheh!!!!" Darklett doubles over in laughter, losing his balance, takes a step to right himself and slips on the wet, mopped floor, landing flat on his back. This only makes the laughter increase. "I'm the CRAZY ONE!!! I'm the CRAZY ONE!!!!"

Charsina breaks into tears, turns and running from the kitchen. How could anyone act like that? She hadn't done anything. She stopped in the Dinning Chamber, sitting down at one of the tables, crying.

Darklett sits up after Charsina leaves, a grin still on his face. Well, everybeast thinking you're nuts sure has its advantages. Wasn't he mopping? Ahh, yes...