episode #5436543

[inthirds]

WHO: terra und zel
WHERE: that there room with the busted lock in the mac
WHEN: tonight
WARNINGS: these kids and their drama all over the everywhere
SUMMARY: chit-chat
FORMAT: no

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[speedofnaked]

[when the door opens, terra doesn't immediately take notice. she's pacing a bit near the window, turning her communicator over in her hand like a stone, and only stops when he speaks up. looks his way; lost-in-thought expression is looking up google maps.]

Hey.

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[another heavy exhale, tugging the door closed behind him; the excess force encourages it to bounce and stay open a crack. as usual. he don't curr.

as he trudges in, he's dusting off his shoulder, sending a couple feathers down.]

Did anyone take responsibility for the animal nonsense today yet, or-?

[speedofnaked]

[hey, she's supposed to be the only bird in your life zel. even if she hasn't been one in months. shut up. terra looks a little surprised at the question, glances at the comm in her hand, then back his way.]

Oh. Yeah, someone calling himself "Superking Bender."

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[it's not his fault the chicks just flock to him WOW THIS IS A PUN ON MULTIPLE LEVELS a grumbling noise.]

Super nothing...[slumping onto the couch with...less-than-slumping care. no need to break the upholstery.] If someone doesn't take care of that soon...

[speedofnaked]

[hideous wordplay is the best wordplay she nods, absent-minded.]

Yeah... they're not even really worth fighting.

[because someone would just set vermin on fire. anyway, she's back to turning her comm over in her hand, though the pacing's halted for now.]

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[siiiiiiigh, leaning on the arm with an elbow, cheek-in-hand. the audience is welcome to applaud his current level of relaxation in a room shared with attractive girl.]

[speedofnaked]

[attractive girl who isn't even complaining that he's tracking feathers into the apartment. she paces once, twice back and forth, before she too drops into a seat on the couch (with much less care than him; her buck-five weight is probably as much as one of his hands). comm gets dropped to the table.]

[beat; terra finally actually looks at him.]

You're not hurt, are you?

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[tilting his head, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.]

No. It was just birds.

[speedofnaked]

I'm glad. [she sits up a little straighter for a second.]

Oh, hang on. You've got- [INVASION OF GIRL HANDS trying to pluck at feathers stuck in wire hair.]

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[FREEZE, GAWK, BECOME PURPLE. check, check and check. he is good at all of these things in tandem; not being able to feel much of it doesn't keep a dude's imagination down.

ENDURING SILENCE...]

[speedofnaked]

[because living together platonically totally means grooming your roommate is acceptable behavior, right? sure. after a couple seconds she relaxes back into the couch.]

There.

[A SMILE. most feathers wind up tossed aside, but one she keeps in hand. she looks away; smile fades, feather gets twirled back and forth between her fingers. distracted distracted distracted in thought.]

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[he is not used to this level of adorable at all. he remains in holy-shit-girl-touching-me mode for a while. a good while.

he blinks down at the feathers on the floor before turning his head to stare at her.]

[speedofnaked]

[she doesn't notice the staring; terra's staring at the feather, brows furrowed and lower lip pinched between teeth. more accurate to say staring through the feather; she doesn't seem to be focused on it all that intently. clockwise twirl; counterclockwise twirl.]

[well, for several seconds she doesn't; eventually she blinks, eyes focusing, and she looks back at him.]

[sup]

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Er--

[HAHA WHAT ME STARE? NOPE. checkin' out this here table. table full of nothing.

he gets up and moves around the couch to the dining table to rifle through the junk he tends to just let pile up there. his comm's buried under some of that stuff, so.]

[speedofnaked]

[oh

okay...

she goes back to being super thoughtfully quiet about THINGS, still playing with that dumb feather. when some of that rustling dies down, she finally speaks up. SHOCKER. and non sequitur.]

There's a couple new arrivals... from my past.

[feather-twirl.]

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[he's just retried the comm, tossed it lightly in the air and caught it by the time he hears that. he glances over his shoulder, starting to turn. not sure if good...]

Who?