Lunch with Naomi.

[jeremiah_garou]

11 March, 2013
The moon is in the waning New (Ragabash) Moon phase (4% full).

It's a little later in the day and towards lunchtime, but Jeremiah hasn't settled into one place in the park yet. Instead, he's still doing laps around the edge of the park, running to the exclusion of much focus on anything else. A bit of his stuff is hidden under his jacket at the tree he typically sits under, but he's not there yet, though that's the only thing he's keeping an eye on as he runs.

It's Monday, and that means it's time for Naomi to hit the sausage cart. She's ordering up her lunch amidst smiles and laughter with the other man, and, as usual, keeping her gaze casually scanning the surroundings. It's then she catches sight of the runner, and after a thoughtful pause, orders up a second beef sandwich. A moment later, customer and vendor part and she makes her way toward the bench nearest the tree and the runner's stuff.

The lap of the park continues with Jeremiah coming down the path towards the tree, and he actually smiles when he sees Naomi, offering her a bit of a wave as he slows down and heads to the tree. He's drenched, possibly from running in the earlier light rain, possibly just from how long he's been running, and from underneath the jacket he pulls a ratty handtowel with which to wipe his face. "Afternoon," he calls… or rather, squeaks. It sounds a lot like he lost his voice, and it's just barely coming back, high and nasal and unpleasant.

Naomi blinks at the voice, "Dude, you need to not be running in the rain if you already sound like that." She takes the second brown bag she carries and tosses it toward him. "How's it going?"

Jeremiah offers Naomi a sheepish look as he catches the bag, a nod of thanks before he pulls the jacket on and moves to sit a bit away from the bench. "But I needed to run," he argues, partial protest that's more good-natured than not, though there's an emphasis on needed that suggests that temper she's seen of him. "Rain or not."

There is a very serious look given to the young man as he speaks; eyes narrowing hard and, for the perceptive, the sense of proverbial hackles raising. "Yeah. I bet." There's a glance to the sky then and she squints a bit at the fine particles of moisture that come down. "Where you staying these days?"

The Gnawer settles crosslegged, tucking some things back into his pockets. "Out near the bridge. Plenty space there," he responds. It's also clear he's aware of his voice, and is perhaps trying to save it or not use it overmuch, and Naomi is viewed a bit warily in return before there's a shrug, and a nod to the bag and sandwich, "Thanks," he adds.

Naomi gives the other another nod, simple but guarded. "Any other squatters out there?" She gives him a chance to go with head nods or shakes now it seems.

Jeremiah nods, even as he's carefully unwrapping the sandwich and taking a bite from it, expression grateful.

"How's that going? They giving you plenty of space for yourself, or causing you some trouble?" she asks, eyes mostly on him even as she starts eating her own sandwich.

"I'm out by the edge, it's no trouble," Jeremiah responds. "Like my space, yanno?"

Naomi nods a little more. "Yeah I get it. One of the reasons I fought and bartered to get off base living compensation." She chuckles at this. "So when'd ya catch your cold and lose your voice?"

Jeremiah shakes his head. "Don't quite know," he offers. "Hoping it'll come back soon, though. This sucks," he adds with a bit of a chuckle. "Prolly just, the wind and cold or something."

Naomi gives a slow nod to that. "Yeah, probably. So, any thought on what you're gonna do next?"

Jeremiah lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "Some. Need to see if something a friend thought of is going to pull through. Go from there," he says, in between bites of the sandwich. "Otherwise, Portland."

Naomi takes another bite of her sandwich. "Anything in particular in Portland? Or just another city to roll through?"

"Just another city," Jeremiah says. "Sounds like a nice place. Even if it rains a lot." There's a half cough, half laugh, followed by chewing on his lower lip, perhaps a little nervously.

Naomi nods to the other, nodding. "Never been there myself. But, hopefully you get sorted out here if here's where you're wanting to be. Alright. Short lunch for me. I gotta get going. Take care of that voice."

Jeremiah offers a grin and a wave, settling down crosslegged. "Seeya," he responds. "Thanks for lunch."