Conversations that are caluclated to be needed to occur

[beautyinbroken]

By the time her phone rings Livvie has, more or less, decided it probably won't before the sun rises. She's not sure when or why she's come to that conclusion, but it seems like a good idea. Decide it won't happen. Make plans in the meantime

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[agent_m0thman]

Oops..... Dib was not expecting and answer. At all. Because its...its holy crap o'clock in the morning.

"Uhm...hi. Sorry to wake you. And, uhm, worry you... and. Yeah."
He's managing to sound panicked while speaking in a monotone. That's rather impressive.

[beautyinbroken]

"I wasn't asleep." Which is true enough. Livvie sounds...worried, but not groggy or tired. Just kind of out of it. "I want to talk to you, in person, where are you?"

Calm down, woman. There's also a lot of background noise as she makes her way back into the building.

[agent_m0thman]

"Uhm, talk? Now? Uh...I'm at the Double Tree near Harlow Park. Room 114....wait, where are you? Are you outside somewhere?"

Confusion turned to concern real quick there, Dib.

[beautyinbroken]

"Yes, now." It doesn't sound angry but Livvie's not booking for argument, Dib. In fact, she's probably going to steamroll you into several conversations before the evening is over.

"I was home. On the roof." More rustling. Obtaining keys, purse. Then out the door. "I'll be there in 15 minutes." Click. Sorry, Dib.

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And she is, true to her word, knocking on the door some 18 minutes later. Getting there might have involved some colorful words between Livvie and Judah's car, but she got there.

[agent_m0thman]

And a slightly rumpled and wet headed Dib opens the door. Slightly rumpled in that he sorta collaped on the floor and sat there for a bit when he first got in and wet headed because he scrubbed his face and stuck his head under the shower when Livvie said she was coming over.

"Uhm...Hi?"

Dib'll fully open the door and step out of the way now. The room is actually clean. There's a midsized black duffel bag on the floor near the desk and a messenger bag on the desk itself. The laptop and phone are there as well. If you looked in the bathroom, you'd find a little black toiletry bag pushed off to one side. Even the used towels a folded nicely!

[beautyinbroken]

Slightly rumpled is good. "Hi." And now she steps in and just kind of...stands in the middle of the floor

[agent_m0thman]

Cue a stunned and confused Dib. Mostly because, he has had a lot of shit going on around him today. Lots of sensory in put.

So he's totally going to sit on the bed for this talking thing.

"Story.. uhm. My senior year 4 guys locked my in a room with a cadaver. I was in there for around 2 hours. Everyone, the school, even my dad, assume I went in there myself. That I.... did something with the body."
And he looks really thrown by this, still.

"Secret... I know my dad didn't plan to adopt me. His best friend and his wife were in a car wreck while they were pregnant. He didn't like the idea of his friends child being stuck in foster care, because I was really sick. No one wanted me."

[beautyinbroken]

Livvie will take a chair. Chairs are good. She'd sit closer, but...she's not entirely sure how this conversation is going to go.

"I would've believed you. I'm not just saying that because I think it's what you want to hear." She makes a kind of futile gesture with her hands. "Sounds like we both lost the parent lottery."

A sigh. "So. My phone call." Dib?

[agent_m0thman]

And from upset and blank to some kind of hopeful/frighted with a side of blush.

"Yeah.. phone call.."

Dib! Use your mouth-words! Now!

"Uhm, I like you to... alot."

Dib... Dib. Your SAT in the verbal and writing portion was over 700. Where did you leave your vocabulary.

[beautyinbroken]

"Well, that's good." It's been a long night. The vocabulary probably went to bed hours ago. Livvie offers Dib a kind of self-conscious smile and a sigh. "Because I really like you too but I have no idea what I'm doing as far as that's concerned, so." More of the 'so's. This happens when Livvie's agitated.

"I wouldn't mind being the girlfriend...your girlfriend, I mean. Obviously. Heh."

[agent_m0thman]

And Dibrell Membrane dies from shock. The End.

Ok not really.

"What? Really? Why? I'm not very....anything!"
Dib, possibly not the thing to say. Points for your honest confusion for why a girl like Livvie might waste her time on you, but you're in the negatives for actually saying that out loud.

[beautyinbroken]

Oh, Dib. Normally, normally, Livvie would have some reason that isn't as fatalistic as the one she's got.

Normally she sleeps.

"I woke up one day looking forward to a party some friends were throwing. Six months later I woke up and half the guest list to said party was dead." Headtilt. "You're you. I met you and I didn't feel like it was weird to smile. To be happy. I can't remember the last time I felt that way, you know? Like being me wasn't a disease. Like smiling wasn't possibly dangerous."

Livvie opens her hands. Closes them again. "People don't stay, you know. They get hurt, sick, distracted, scared. People don't stay. Are you going to stay?"

[agent_m0thman]

The easy answer is yes. But that's kinda a lie. Because you can't really control the outside world. You can't control the mugger... You can just not go wandering the street at night.

"I can try. I want to stay."

[beautyinbroken]

"Wanting is good. I can live with that."

So now Livvie will get back up and kiss you. Because it seems appropriate, somehow. Air, tea, cigarettes. And then she'll sit down, next to you, on the bed.

"So what happened to you tonight? Allison said you weren't okay."

[agent_m0thman]

Blink...blink....

"Wow"

And another blush and a very big smile.

You may have to remind him he was upset again.

And, also, from this new angle you can probably see the cut on his neck.

[beautyinbroken]

No one has ever said 'wow' to Livvie before after she kissed them. Bonus points for you, Dib. Not that you're likely to end up losing points anyway.

She sees it. She doesn't touch it, but she does touch an area near it. "What happened to your throat?" The worry is pretty clear in her voice.