Adult
24
??? (She/he/them)
Asexual/Panrom
Courier
No-maj born
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Post by MURPHY URQUHART on Jan 9, 2017 23:08:45 GMT
[ NOX XIA ] | [ OUTFIT ] | [ NOTE : it's grocery shopping time (; ] On a day to day basis, it was typical for Murphy to pick something up on her way home, and that was how they tended to live. Living each day wondering what they were going to eat that night, or if they'd simply forget while munching on snacks in passing. But, they typically cooked, which was the biggest plus, especially considering Murphy's very picky diet. Well... More accurately, Nox cooked while Murphy provided the music and cut the things he asked her to cut-- she was a mighty fine potioneer, but an absolutely awful cook. Before Nox came around, her everyday meals were pretty minimal and tasteless. He would text her what he needed, and she'd bring it home. Sometimes Nox was accompanying her, anyhow. But they still needed to actually get some shopping done, which wasn't a problem within itself, but it was consistently the biggest thing Murphy didn't quite make a point to remember. Nox had his own fish to fry, and she didn't really care if he leaned on her. She enjoyed his company on days like this. Partially because, even after all this time, she had no idea what exactly his preferences were. Aside from sweets. Of course Murphy appreciated his cooking... But it'd be easier to feed him cake every night and worry about herself. With age, Murphy became more and more careless. They kept each other in check, she supposed. "Alright," Murphy sighed, staring down at Nox's bizarre perfect handwriting on the back of a contrastingly dirty, crumbled receipt. The list was lengthy, as they'd neglected this chore for quite some time. She opened her mouth to speak, but she only sighed again. She wasn't about this life. "Let's start clockwise. That way... we avoid the bakery for a bit," She murmured that last part, and she folded the receipt into her sleeve carefully. Pulling the front of their cart, so that Nox would follow her, she began trotting toward the left end of the store. "So," Beginning again, "What were you up to while I was gone?" |
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Adult
24
Unspecified (He/Him/They/Them)
Asexual
Married to his cat
Murphy's Roommate/Fence
Pure
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Post by NOX XIA on Jan 10, 2017 1:24:16 GMT
[Outfit]Today had been rather dull. Not that that was somehow different than most days, but still, it at least stood be said again, if only for posterity. It was, however, marked with at least one interesting aspect, which was groceries. And other shopping, possibly, if either of them felt like it. Most people likely would not have considered such an errand to be exciting, and in fact, Nox had used to view it as a bit of a chore. But, as the months progressed whereupon he left the house more and more, the recluse began finding a certain joy in small things done while out and about with Murphy. Especially when it came to tasks of literal survival. He idly stood on the back of the cart, one foot aimlessly pushing it back and forth while he waited for Murphy to read through the rather extensive list he had compiled just before she had returned from work. They likely did not actually have enough money for half the stuff on the list, not to mention the other things Nox has opted to omit from the actual list that he still fully intended to incessantly nag Murphy about while they were here. Not that lack of funding would really be a problem, if it came up as Nox, simply put, had his ways of acquiring it. And all it would take was a few minutes for him to procure more, should need arise. "Let's start clockwise. That way... we avoid the bakery for a bit."Nox tilted his head briefly and gave a small frown. Murphy, it seemed, was already set on trying to avoid his almost certain intention to pick up every cake or pastry he saw and ask about it. It would also mean that they would look through the produce last, but that was sort of irrelevant, truth be told, as most everything they bought was of the canned variety. With a small nod Nox wordlessly turned the cart toward the side of the store that kept most of the frozen goods, only briefly stopping to poke at a lukewarm rotisserie chicken that sat under a heat lamp. "What were you up to while I was gone?""Oh,"Nox began, a gloved hand reaching out to pick up the bagged chicken for closer examination. They would never buy it, obviously, but it was still a fun thing to swing around. "Not much? I popped over to Taipei for a bit to try and find something." Carelessly he plopped the chicken into the children's seat of the cart, eyes glancing over toward the corner that held all the alcohol. "Couldn't find it though, so it was a bit of a waste." He gave a small sigh and stopped to lean against the cart, his chin resting delicately against his folded arms. "Also I started messing with this thing?" Nox pulled out a small wooden puzzle box from where it had been crammed into his front pocket and held it up enough for Murphy to see. "I'm pretty sure it's cursed," he said calmly, "Like, ninety-nine percent certain. It makes some spooky noises when you mess with it, see?" Haphazardly Nox twisted one of the corners with his thumb, and at the motion the box let out a small wail. "Also, hey, can we buy wine?"
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Adult
24
??? (She/he/them)
Asexual/Panrom
Courier
No-maj born
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Post by MURPHY URQUHART on Jan 13, 2017 18:25:21 GMT
It was just like Nox to go and do something like that on his own, go trekking in places he had no business being anymore. Maybe Murphy wouldn't be so vaguely bothered by it if it weren't for the fact that one of those instances threw him at her doorstep way back when. The terror was slain, and he was victorious, but the fact still remained that he thought of himself as more capable than he was. What would happen if he came face to face with his family again? His sister was her own mess, but... She knew she was just worried about him, as a whole. Off to far away places for his sticky fingers to map and pick clean. There was nothing for him in Taipei, and Murphy knew this. He didn't, but she certainly did. Murphy picked the bagged chicken back up from the cart as soon as he placed it down, a single finger lifting it away from her in visceral disgust, and she put it back where it came from with the fluidity of a seasoned parent. She knew very well he was just being a brat. "That's so very like you to wander off like that. I should put a leash on you when I leave," Murphy told him, "The cats behave better than this." As in, the cats had no interest in leaving, much to Murphy's luck. In truth, she knew he sheltered himself pretty vehemently. It was easier to tease him than express her concern. She tossed a bag of tortilla chips into the cart from the display at the end of the soda aisle. While they went in the direction of corn starchy bullshit and precooked dinners, Murphy found it easier to start there, where she could justify spending ninety-nine cents on things Nox would just buy behind her back, anyway. Plus, it was almost habitual. This was where she would go back when she shopped for her dad, it was natural this was where she would go. Avoiding thirty-buck cakes aside. She mostly reminded herself of this so that she didn't just shove Nox back outside to avoid his passion for junk. And canned food. God, she hated canned food. Also most food, in general, it seemed. Immediately, as soon as Nox pulled that contraption out of his pocket, she became visibly restless. This. Was. So. Like. Him. It had been hardly five minutes and he was already being incredibly bad. It was astonishing. This was almost beating his record. When the thing wailed, she lurched forward and pushed his hand back into his pocket with a single, pointy finger. "No. No, no. Don't bring your fucking toys out where Naj's can seen it. Where the fuck did you even get that?" She bit her tongue then, knowing she was nagging him like a child by mistake. But, in a way, he kind of was. He was so isolated from no-maj life that he had no idea how to be around them. Hell, sometimes it seemed he enjoyed toying with the prospect of getting in ludicrous trouble with MACUSA. The two of them worked as an intricate team, hardly stepping out of the shadows if they could so help it. But as Murphy found herself comfortable in the shade, Nox had a bit of fun being a nuisance. In more ways than one, it was stupidly endearing. But Murphy still didn't want to get shit from some dickstains in suits. She sighed. "I'm pawning that off as soon as your back is turned, you lil' shit," But there was a smile across her lips. Was she being serious? Maybe. She liked it, whatever it was. "Yes. I need a lot of booze," She answered, "Let's try to keep it at the cheapest prices we can find, we need a lot of spices this time around thanks to all those god damn pots of spaghetti we made." And yet, they still kept making it. |
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Adult
24
Unspecified (He/Him/They/Them)
Asexual
Married to his cat
Murphy's Roommate/Fence
Pure
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Post by NOX XIA on Jan 18, 2017 9:03:27 GMT
"That's so very like you to wander off like that." Nox merely shrugged at this, for while it was true, it was also simply in his nature. The world was, quite literally, at his fingertips, and all that was required to go out and get it was a simple flick of his wand. Not to mention that he also had a deep love-hate relationship with being such a homebody. On the one hand it certainly fit his needs rather nicely, as he abhorred going out and interacting with people on his own. On the other, however, Nox was simply a restless person, and when he found himself distracted he simply had to get out of the house for a few hours. And reacquiring things from his family was a good way to pass the time, especially when it came to his rather odd research needs. Plenty of dusty old tomes existed filled with, likely illegal, ancient magic could be found throughout the many estates that littered the world, not to mention the other odd artifacts. "The cats behave better than this."
"True," conceded Nox, "But they're also dumb and think you're... God?" They certainly did not quite grasp the simplicity of how they were essentially children to Murphy and him. Well, they both sort of did, he supposed, but they also seemed to consider them both as much more powerful individuals than they actually were. "They'll do anything you tell them because you're the only person who can."
Nox rolled his eyes as Murphy chided him, though allowed her to push his new toy back into his pocket with ease. It was not really worth the effort to resist, she always won anyways. Though he honestly could care less if one of the few Naj's around took notice of the box. For all they knew it was some weird toy, literally, that he had found. Unless he or Murphy said or did something with the box to show off its deeply probably curse, there was no real way for anyone to know. Granted Nox still had no idea what exactly the curse was or did should the box be solved and opened, but he had his suspicions. Namely a soul prison, which if opened would release some ghost trapped inside. Though it could just be that it would kill him and steal his soul. Fun stuff either way. "Where the fuck did you even get that?"
Again Nox gave a small shrug. "I have my ways." Which was to say he stole it from a store whilst he was out.
"Yes. I need a lot of booze. Let's try to keep it at the cheapest prices we can find, we need a lot of spices this time around thanks to all those god damn pots of spaghetti we made."
"Is there any other kind?" he replied, quickly plucking up several of the large bottles of four dollar merlot that they so often burned through in an evening. And the answer was yes, of course, especially when one considered his level of drunkenness which usually required fancier, imported things. But he would likely steal those at some later date, and likely from somewhere that didn't import them as it was usually better from the source. "Also, if you don't want my spaghetti I can always make something else. Like... lasagna? Or baked ziti?" Or perhaps some other way to use the same recipe in a dish. |
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