RP Moment/ Open RP thingy (if you want)
ooc: for wendy. ooc comments appreciated.
At some point during the work day, a chocolate flower appears on Cora's desk with no note or anything
“Helena..hi..” he glanced around as he slowly started to realize how late it was.
“I can't finish my closing statement with you banging away on that thing,” she said tightly.
He blinked and watched her. “I'm..sorry?”
“You..you..” she threw her hands up in frustration and stormed out of the den. He sat in her absence and took a deep breath as he heard her slamming around in the kitchen. He closed his eyes for a moment then stood and went after her. He stepped into the kitchen and folded his arms, leaning against the counter. He watched her angrily pace the room as she made coffee.
“I'm sorry, honey. I didn't realize-”
“You didn't realize. You never realize, Larry.” His hand moved to the back of his neck and wrapped around it. “I don't know how many times we have to go through this!”
“It's important to me. My music-”
“It's just music! It's not your career!”
“Don't do that,” he said tightly but quietly.
“Do what?” She snapped and spun around to face him.
“Belittle me.”
“I should treat you like an adult now? Funny, I thought you just wanted to be a kid.”
“I was working on my music!”
“You're 29 years old! You have a real job! Grow up and be a real lawyer, for Godsake! That damn piano is doing nothing for you!”
He pushed himself off the counter and and stepped towards her with a glare. “I don't want to be a real lawyer. I want to be...” he gestured to himself, “This.”
She stepped forward, too. “I don't want to be married to this,” she said with a finger jab to his chest. His jaw tightened but he didn't blink as he stared at her.
“I've never changed, Helena.”
“No. You haven't. You make everything a joke, you don't talk...you haven't changed....you never will.”
He opened his mouth for a reply, but changed his mind and just shook his head. He gently pushed her finger from his chest and walked out of the room. His jacket was by the door, his shoes below them. He put both on and found his keys.
“What are you doing?” She asked as she came into the hall behind him.
“You don't want to be married to me. I'll make it easy on you.” He pulled their front door open and walked out, without another word, closing it quietly behind him.
At some point during the work day, a chocolate flower appears on Cora's desk with no note or anything
“Helena..hi..” he glanced around as he slowly started to realize how late it was.
“I can't finish my closing statement with you banging away on that thing,” she said tightly.
He blinked and watched her. “I'm..sorry?”
“You..you..” she threw her hands up in frustration and stormed out of the den. He sat in her absence and took a deep breath as he heard her slamming around in the kitchen. He closed his eyes for a moment then stood and went after her. He stepped into the kitchen and folded his arms, leaning against the counter. He watched her angrily pace the room as she made coffee.
“I'm sorry, honey. I didn't realize-”
“You didn't realize. You never realize, Larry.” His hand moved to the back of his neck and wrapped around it. “I don't know how many times we have to go through this!”
“It's important to me. My music-”
“It's just music! It's not your career!”
“Don't do that,” he said tightly but quietly.
“Do what?” She snapped and spun around to face him.
“Belittle me.”
“I should treat you like an adult now? Funny, I thought you just wanted to be a kid.”
“I was working on my music!”
“You're 29 years old! You have a real job! Grow up and be a real lawyer, for Godsake! That damn piano is doing nothing for you!”
He pushed himself off the counter and and stepped towards her with a glare. “I don't want to be a real lawyer. I want to be...” he gestured to himself, “This.”
She stepped forward, too. “I don't want to be married to this,” she said with a finger jab to his chest. His jaw tightened but he didn't blink as he stared at her.
“I've never changed, Helena.”
“No. You haven't. You make everything a joke, you don't talk...you haven't changed....you never will.”
He opened his mouth for a reply, but changed his mind and just shook his head. He gently pushed her finger from his chest and walked out of the room. His jacket was by the door, his shoes below them. He put both on and found his keys.
“What are you doing?” She asked as she came into the hall behind him.
“You don't want to be married to me. I'll make it easy on you.” He pulled their front door open and walked out, without another word, closing it quietly behind him.