[Dual Pup] So this is what having a family is like... (OTA)
They were sitting at a table in the hotel bar, not wanting to venture much farther in the rain. Elijah had a glass of scotch in front of him, Hayley a cranberry-lime-and-seltzer. It was fizzy and contained neither alcohol nor caffeine and therefore Mr. Micro-Manager across from her didn't have any reason to complain.
"You could take some classes in the fall," Elijah offered, watching the girl still with a touch of wonder and wariness that honestly didn't go away very often.
"Why?" Hayley gave him a puzzled look.
"You said you'd never had the time, never been anywhere long enough."
She shrugged, fiddling with the straw. "I don't know if I'm really the college type..." What with finishing high school living on a stream of sofas, shelters and streets.
"But it might be fun," Elijah pointed out. "You're a bright girl. Why not take the opportunity?"
"I should just get a job..."
"Don't be ridiculous." Elijah frowned a little.
"I'm not an invalid, Elijah. I can work..."
"But you don't have to. Besides they would pay you to go to school..."
That got her attention, her head tilting in consideration. "...Maybe." Not that she didn't want to work or whatever. She wasn't lazy. But her best skills were waitressing and bartending and while Damon had been willing to let her do the latter at Fangtasia, the smell of blood made her gag a little at the moment (which was kind of weird, to be honest) and she didn't really want to be on her feet all that time.
She looked back down at the notebook she'd been scribbling in, doodling idly with no real skill. She didn't really know what to say to Elijah a lot of the time. He was always...there. Wanting to help. Offering whatever she needed. Her room was kind of swimming in new shit every day and somehow her fridge never seemed to run out of fresh-squeezed OJ. It was...nice...if a little stifling. She kind of wanted to tell him to chill the fuck out. The baby wouldn't be here for like...six more months. But he looked so...hopeful when offering him things and so much like a kicked puppy if she turned him down that she didn't much have the heart to do it often. It was nice, given Klaus's lack of interest, and the death glares his girlfriend regularly gave her. (Which was still the weirdest thing ever, honestly. Not the death glares. The girlfriend who was her doppelganger.)
He was doing it again--looking at her all earnest and hopeful and Hayley sighed. "Okay. I'll sign up for a couple of classes...including yours. Happy?"
The smile she got was almost worth it, and Elijah settled back into his seat. "Perfectly."
Hayley rolled her eyes, but smiled and went back to her doodling, while Elijah picked his book back up. Rainy afternoon, comfortable chairs and...family. It was a pretty good day overall.
[ooc: Feel free to join them both or just catch one after the other has wandered off! Just let me know. :-)]
"You could take some classes in the fall," Elijah offered, watching the girl still with a touch of wonder and wariness that honestly didn't go away very often.
"Why?" Hayley gave him a puzzled look.
"You said you'd never had the time, never been anywhere long enough."
She shrugged, fiddling with the straw. "I don't know if I'm really the college type..." What with finishing high school living on a stream of sofas, shelters and streets.
"But it might be fun," Elijah pointed out. "You're a bright girl. Why not take the opportunity?"
"I should just get a job..."
"Don't be ridiculous." Elijah frowned a little.
"I'm not an invalid, Elijah. I can work..."
"But you don't have to. Besides they would pay you to go to school..."
That got her attention, her head tilting in consideration. "...Maybe." Not that she didn't want to work or whatever. She wasn't lazy. But her best skills were waitressing and bartending and while Damon had been willing to let her do the latter at Fangtasia, the smell of blood made her gag a little at the moment (which was kind of weird, to be honest) and she didn't really want to be on her feet all that time.
She looked back down at the notebook she'd been scribbling in, doodling idly with no real skill. She didn't really know what to say to Elijah a lot of the time. He was always...there. Wanting to help. Offering whatever she needed. Her room was kind of swimming in new shit every day and somehow her fridge never seemed to run out of fresh-squeezed OJ. It was...nice...if a little stifling. She kind of wanted to tell him to chill the fuck out. The baby wouldn't be here for like...six more months. But he looked so...hopeful when offering him things and so much like a kicked puppy if she turned him down that she didn't much have the heart to do it often. It was nice, given Klaus's lack of interest, and the death glares his girlfriend regularly gave her. (Which was still the weirdest thing ever, honestly. Not the death glares. The girlfriend who was her doppelganger.)
He was doing it again--looking at her all earnest and hopeful and Hayley sighed. "Okay. I'll sign up for a couple of classes...including yours. Happy?"
The smile she got was almost worth it, and Elijah settled back into his seat. "Perfectly."
Hayley rolled her eyes, but smiled and went back to her doodling, while Elijah picked his book back up. Rainy afternoon, comfortable chairs and...family. It was a pretty good day overall.
[ooc: Feel free to join them both or just catch one after the other has wandered off! Just let me know. :-)]