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@thepiemakersfather
"I don't know what I'm doing"
"I don’t know either. I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.”
"Well," he sighed loudly. He pushed around his pie with his fork. "I really don’t know."
Olive shrugged, watching the piece of pie on his plate. “I don’t know either.”
"We better think of something before Ned gets back."
"I know, he won’t be too happy to see me," he sighed. "But, that’s a great idea, dear. I’ll just wait for him here." The Pie Maker’s father gave a small smile. "Well when I was younger, I served in a squadron of the UN Peacekeeping force. I’m also a magician."
"I’ll take a slice of apple, then," he nodded.
Olive clapped her hands with excitement and grinned. “Ooh you’re a magician?’ She gasped. “Just like…..Ned’s brothers.” She winced. ‘Right. Disappearing magic dads and all that. Nevermind. It’s still fun. Can you show me something?” she asked, hoping to break the ice.
He nodded, and then sighed. "Yeah, nevermind all that. But I can show you something," he took out a deck of cards from his pocket. He was glad he still kept a deck there. The Pie Maker's father shuffled the cards and fanned them out or her to pick one. "Pick a card."
"I don't know what I'm doing"
"I don’t know either. I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.”
"I guess we should figure this out."
"Yup," Olive nodded after a moment.
"Well," he sighed loudly. He pushed around his pie with his fork. "I really don't know."
"Well," he began. "I left them. And their half-brother Ned. But the point is, they don’t want to speak to me. Ever."
The name Ned rang a bell, along with the story of the father that abandoned him. “Not Ned the pie guy?” she questioned, half in disbelief that she’d meet the guy so soon after hearing about him.
He nodded. "That would be my son."
"Well it’d mean a lot of you did," he said before moving to leave the pie shop.
”——— Wait.” He glances up from the paper, looking back to his father. “Why now? Why are you here now?”
He stopped and turned back toward Ned. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time."
((I haven't been on in so long! Sorry!))
"I don't know what I'm doing"
"I don’t know either. I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.”
"Now what do we do?"
Olive shrugged. “Got me. I have no idea.”
"I guess we should figure this out."
"It’s a little more complicated than that.."
“My ‘dad’ showed up for the first time after eighteen years and told me I have to go summer camp. Trust me, I’m good with complicated.”
"Well," he began. "I left them. And their half-brother Ned. But the point is, they don't want to speak to me. Ever."
"Not old. Just middle-aged. There’s a difference,” he argued. “Two, actually. Maurice and Ralston. God, I miss those boys.”
“You miss them? Why not just pick up the phone and call them?” Maddie asked, frowning a little, the topic of conversation starting to steer a little too close to home for her liking.
"It's a little more complicated than that.."
"I don't know what I'm doing"
"I don’t know either. I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.”
"Guess that makes two of us then."
"Now what do we do?"
Meet the Mun
Name: Alyssa Nickname: Ali Mun FC: Lee Pace ehehe :3 Height: 5'3 Relationship status: Single ayy lmao Birthday: January 15th Age: 18 Favourite colour: Pink Favourite singer/band: Chameleon Circuit Last song listened: Blink Last movie watched: Infamous Favourite book: All of Tolkien's books Last book read: A Dance With Dragons Currently reading:Stephen King's The Green Mile # of siblings: 2 younger sisters # of pets: One dog Best school subject: English Mac or PC? PC Cell phone type: -White girl voice- Iphone Current shirt colour: White and blue Gamer?: Not really Day or night?: Night Summer or winter?: Winter Most-visited website? Tumblr Celebrity crushes: Lee Pace, Benedict Cumberbatch, Tom Hiddleston
“Fifty sounds pretty old to me,” Maddie said with a smirk. Now that she was sure the guy wasn’t some sort of peadophile, she was allowed to mess with him a little, wasn’t she? “What’re you reminiscing anyway? You have a kid that went here or something?”
"Not old. Just middle-aged. There's a difference," he argued. "Two, actually. Maurice and Ralston. God, I miss those boys."
"I don't know what I'm doing"
"I don't know either. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore."
"Wait, you’re Ned’s father?! Jiminy crispies!!!” Olive blurted, feeling shocked. “Well, I’ll make sure to tell him you were here, but…He might not take it well.” She paused. “No offence, but you’ve caused a lot of problems for him over the years, your being gone and everything.” The pint-sized pie waitress smiled and gestured to an empty booth. “You know what, I’m sure Ned will be back soon. It might be better if you two just saw each other in person.” she reasoned. “While you’re here, tell me a bit about yourself. I’m curious.”
"Well, the apple pie’s always a popular one. Depends on what you like, really." She shrugged, still not quite sure what to say about the whole situation.
"I know, he won't be too happy to see me," he sighed. "But, that's a great idea, dear. I'll just wait for him here." The Pie Maker's father gave a small smile. "Well when I was younger, I served in a squadron of the UN Peacekeeping force. I'm also a magician."
"I'll take a slice of apple, then," he nodded.
whats-the-poop replied to your post “((I follow 7 Ned’s. Haha, this’ll be interesting.))”
((I have like 12 Ned's and a ton of other Lee Pace people…))
((That is so awesome. I love the variety.))
“Well,” he set down a piece of paper with a phone number written on it. “When you decide you’ve forgiven me, just give me a call.”
He stares at the paper for a few seconds, but makes no move to take it. “It will be some time before I do. If I do.”
"Well it'd mean a lot of you did," he said before moving to leave the pie shop.
“I understand. But just at least
try to forgive me.”
”I believe that…If given enough time, I might be able to forgive you. But not now. Not right away.”
"Well," he set down a piece of paper with a phone number written on it. "When you decide you've forgiven me, just give me a call."
