Guilty Pleasures [Oriel, Open]

[Perry Fairfax]

Perry Fairfax stood outside of the doughnut shop glaring daggers at the sign of the establishment, cursing its very core. A name like the Holey Land was tacky enough in itself, a disrespect to the religious folk who may find issue with the name, but the far more sinister part was the contents with in. Doughnuts. Slippery little grease sponges sure to clog arteries in hours. Delicious slippery little grease sponges. The fiends, being so unhealthy and delicious at the same time, a siren's call of sugar and fats, a grim reminder that "adult" food was never as good as the unhealthy treats of youth.

The ginger tried to resist the pull as best as he could, but he was only a mere man in the embrace of one heck of a sweet tooth.

He opened the shop doors and carefully peered around inside, trying to make sure no one from school was here to see his actions. The young man tiptoed to the counter, as if trying to avoid the slim chance that someone was watching him and judging him. He whispered to the counter, "One frosted doughnut."

"What?" Asked the attendant, a bit confused by the odd gestured taking place in front of her.

"I said one frosted doughnut." Perry muttered, still keeping his eyes glued to the ground. One doughnut wouldn't hurt, right? After all, everyone deserved a treat. He paused and considered, checking the room for witnesses once more. "Make that a dozen." He demanded.

The attendant shrugged, deciding that the wirey kid, while strange, was by far not the worst thing she had seen all day. "Sure thing."

Perry was quick to find a table to sit at, anxiously awaiting his delicious while hoping there were no witnesses.

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The season was starting to pick up at the theater. This weekend and the last there’d been shows. Even some in the middle of the week, though Oriel couldn’t work those nights both because of curfew and school the next morning. Not that that mattered too much, Oriel rarely slept well anyway, however it was getting marginally better….maybe. It was hard to tell.

But that meant that he could work the matinees on this Glorious Sunday and then be off by the late afternoon in time to grab some much needed pastries on the return to campus. Oriel was going to get some extra special pastries today, because not only was it a Glorious Sunday, but he anticipated being able to see his love, his starlight, the apple of his eye fiancee Phoenix for the holidays, oh joooy!! How Phoenix managed to convince his dad to let Oriel come over was a mystery, but did it matter? Oriel was happy!

The curly-haired boy practically skipped into the shop, reaching the front counter with a dramatic twirl, and presented the attendant with a very courteous bow. “M’lady~” he greeted like the Shakespearean actor he’d been watching just this afternoon. “Wouldst thou be-ist so kind as to presentith me-self with thy establishment’s finest assortment of raspberry confectionaries.” Oriel grinned pleasantly up at the utterly confused attendant. “One dozen, por faver.”

Oriel reached across the counter to hopefully grab the girl’s hand and kiss it, but she simply sighed and moved away. Why did she get the shift with all the crazies?

Damn, Oriel was hoping for a better reaction than that. Oh, well. He let her do her job, turning around and leaning his butt against the wall of the counter.

That’s when he noticed the ginger. Reminded him of another ginger he disliked. Incredibly. Except…yeah, this one…he was in one of Oriel’s classes, wasn’t he? Oriel kept his eyes on the orange-headed dweeb as he waited for his assortment of pastries.

[Perry Fairfax]

Oriel's stare was returned with a deer-in-headlights stare. The ginger was certain he was being judged. Why else would this hippie stare at him so intently? And there he went, scratching his beard, debating on how he was going to ruin his (completely fictitious) reputation. He knew damage control was going to have to be made fast, but he was at a blank for how. Yelling was the first instinct that came to mind, shortly followed by punching, yet neither of those responses would help here. He could run, but running was a sure admittance of guilt. Instead, he chose to try to remain calm and redirect his imagined scorn.

With his usual pout, Perry crossed his arms and said, "They're for a friend."

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Mmmmm…..pastries…

Oriel could picture them now. No, he could taste them now! If he could, then he would have his favorite raspberry filled pastries for every meal, including those very special meals he had behind closed doors. Specifically, that meal was Phoenix. Oh, oh…Oriel was on the verge of remembering a very blissful dream that he couldn’t quite remember if he actually had. But the idea of a Phoenix pastry filled to the brim with jam and cream brought a devilish smile to his lips as he stood there, staring off into nothing(at the ginger).

Oriel licked his lips.

He wondered if he could talk Phoenix into wearing a costume like that? One with a hole in a very special place so he could partake of his Squishy’s very special filling. Yes, that was it. Oriel was getting Phoenix some sort of outfit, costume thingy for Christmas this year. He’d be able to afford it, with the job he had now, right? It couldn’t be too hard to find pastry pajamas using this brand new tool called the internet!

Lost in his thoughts, Oriel barely registered the ginger saying anything to him. But a second or two passed before the light of consciousness returned to Oriel’s eyes and he focused on the other boy. “Hmm?” he grunted with a little too much force(it probably sounded threatening to the untrained ear). Did he say something?