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entrancelogs2014-10-26 11:50 pm
quis_ut_deus) wrote in entrancelogs2014-10-26 11:50 pm
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Who: The Shurleys: Michael, Luke (Lucifer), Caston (Castiel), Gale (Gadreel), and Daniel (Kevin).
Where: Michael and Luke's place.
When: Sunday afternoon/evening.
Rating: PG, to be updated as needed.
Summary: Every Sunday, the Shurley clan gathers at Michael's house for dinner.
The Story:
Sundays are family meal days. It's tradition, and not Hell nor high water nor Michael's increasing disappointment with his younger siblings' chosen lifestyles will prevent him from seeing it through. As much as they frustrate him sometimes (always), "out of sight, out of mind" doesn't apply to his brothers. It's when they're away from his watchful eyes that they make their worst decisions. It keeps him up at night. Weekly dinners with them are a good way for him to check up on them and make sure that they haven't done anything particularly foolhardy of late and that he won't be seeing them in court.
(Or, in Gale's case, seeing them in court again.)
As for what motivates the rest of the family to attend - well, Michael's certainly had to do his share of badgering to cement their Sunday meals as an obligation in their minds, but he also knows for a fact that they eat better when they're at his table than they ever do at their own. Luke's cooking skills put all of theirs to shame.
Where: Michael and Luke's place.
When: Sunday afternoon/evening.
Rating: PG, to be updated as needed.
Summary: Every Sunday, the Shurley clan gathers at Michael's house for dinner.
The Story:
Sundays are family meal days. It's tradition, and not Hell nor high water nor Michael's increasing disappointment with his younger siblings' chosen lifestyles will prevent him from seeing it through. As much as they frustrate him sometimes (always), "out of sight, out of mind" doesn't apply to his brothers. It's when they're away from his watchful eyes that they make their worst decisions. It keeps him up at night. Weekly dinners with them are a good way for him to check up on them and make sure that they haven't done anything particularly foolhardy of late and that he won't be seeing them in court.
(Or, in Gale's case, seeing them in court again.)
As for what motivates the rest of the family to attend - well, Michael's certainly had to do his share of badgering to cement their Sunday meals as an obligation in their minds, but he also knows for a fact that they eat better when they're at his table than they ever do at their own. Luke's cooking skills put all of theirs to shame.
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He acknowledges his brother's presence with a terse hum, and turns to the dishes. Caston is left to clutch the dish towel and stand in awkward silence for a few moments while Michael attends to the dishes.
Eventually, he hands the other man a freshly-rinsed glass.
"So, Caston. How are things at work?"
The way he speaks the word work is strained, as though it pains him to call what his brother does to earn a living work. (It's not that far from the truth, in his mind. A convenience store? Shurleys were meant for greater things than retail.)
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Michael will judge even his dish-drying skills if he's not careful.
This question is the one he dreads every time that he comes over here, as Michael asks almost every week. As if the answer ever changes. That's the whole point, isn't it? He's trapped in a job that he doesn't like because he's not been allowed the chance to aim for something better. (Because Michael doesn't consider it better.)
"It's fine. I've been working a lot of closing shifts." There. Nice and easy, a simple fact and he'll leave it at that.
When all else fails, he would rather turn the subject onto Michael. It keeps the heat off of him for a little while. "And yourself?"