Word Count: 84,012
Summary of Events:
Chelsea came over to Vaughan's apartment and they had a rather lengthy discussion about his future in the apartment. Fancy was wearied by the rather large order she was arranging, and got upset when the woman who'd ordered it claimed she'd gotten it all wrong. Vaughan was getting a makeup artist friend of Chelsea's to do him up in St. Nicholas makeup again so he could go tell Eirenna that he hadn't done what he had for her as St. Nicholas, he'd done it as himself . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
"With their conversation apparently finished, Vaughan let his mind wander back to what he would be doing in about an hour's time.
He hadn't yet returned the St. Nicholas costume to TwoCities from Christmas Eve, mostly because of what had happened on Christmas Day and his moving into the apartment after that, so he'd head home and put that on as carefully as he could once this was done.
Being as it wasn't too tight-fitting Vaughan was hoping he'd be able to put the costume on over some clothes so that he could change out of his costume as well as remove the makeup before her eyes without being picked up for public indecency.
Then, because he was pretty sure it would be late enough in the afternoon by then, he would go to the Maple home and hope that he'd be able to find and approach little Miss Maple before he encountered her mother.
After all, even though her mother had accepted money from him to get home, he still had the black eye from her reaction to his gently touching her shoulder in an effort to get her to stop.
In fact, he'd had a time and a half explaining away the black eye as something of an accident in the moving process to Chelsea when she'd first seen it. He hadn't been sure how to explain that he'd been slugged in the eye by a woman he hadn't even been thinking about hitting on to Chelsea, seeing as she seemed to be exceedingly possessive of him in the presence of other women.
He was pretty confident that little Miss Maple would believe him when he removed the costume and makeup and showed her that he was just someone who'd been pretending; he hoped she'd also understand what he meant when he told her that he'd been forced to do it, and that he hadn't wanted to.
From what little he recalled of his encounter with her — lost in the haze of a hectic month — she had seemed an intelligent and perceptive child, especially considering her youth, so he was pretty sure she'd understand it, or that he'd be able to figure out how to explain it to her in plain language she could understand.
Being as he had little unscripted interaction with kids on his résumé he wasn't entirely sure how that was going to work. He was hoping it would be just as easy of thinking of how to explain legalese to a layperson, which he was pretty skilled at doing, but part of him wasn't wholly sure it would be.
There was, too, the potentiality that Miss Maple could interfere with his efforts to talk with her daughter, including preventing him from finishing — much less starting — to tell her what he wanted to, but he at least wanted to put in the effort of telling little Miss Maple for herself."