Yossarian Magonus
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- Messages
- 86
- OOC First Name
- Tenilee!
- Age
- 6/1990
Yossarian already missed his son. Nicodemus had been at that magical school only for a few weeks, and he had already sent him numerous letters, quizzing the boy on how he was going, how his day was, whether he wanted to come home. Had he made friends? Was he happy? Was he completely, totally sure he didn't want to come home? What was his house like? Did he understand the materials he was learning? Did he remember to brush his teeth everyday? Was he one hundred percent, completely sure he didn't want to come home? The older man felt that his son just was not prepared for this. All by himself at a foreign school? He was terrified that he would be hurt - Nicodemus was such a sensitive boy, and still needed the protection only a father could provide. he was a number to all those professor's. They didn't care about the only good thing in his life. Nicodemus was all he had, and if something happened to his son and he wasn't around, he would never forgive himself.
He smiled awkwardly at the beautiful woman across from him, trying to pull his thoughts from Nicodemus and toward Dr. Nacht. It was because of his son that he was here, as Nicodemus had written her a letter, and asked for Yossarian to present it to her. He had no idea what was in the letter, but it now brought the two of them outside, at a small cafe across the street from the hospital. He had just ordered a chicken sandwich, because this was not a date, or anything like that. They were virtually strangers - he still thought of her as Dr. Nacht for Heaven's sake. Thanking the waiter as his food was presented to him, he nodded to his companion, and waited for her to speak.
<i></i>He smiled awkwardly at the beautiful woman across from him, trying to pull his thoughts from Nicodemus and toward Dr. Nacht. It was because of his son that he was here, as Nicodemus had written her a letter, and asked for Yossarian to present it to her. He had no idea what was in the letter, but it now brought the two of them outside, at a small cafe across the street from the hospital. He had just ordered a chicken sandwich, because this was not a date, or anything like that. They were virtually strangers - he still thought of her as Dr. Nacht for Heaven's sake. Thanking the waiter as his food was presented to him, he nodded to his companion, and waited for her to speak.