[Topher's ventured outside. He's not exactly sure why, but at least the sky isn't all blue and stretching out forever and freaking him out. The white-ish grey overhead is a little more comforting. Like a concrete ceiling.
He's got a jacket on, but his mittens are inadequate. Which is why he currently has them firmly shoved up his armpits and he's kinda jiggling on the balls of his feet. Such a good look, I know.]
[ Vicki heard him went he first started walking towards her so she doesn't jump. She does, however, cast a brief glance in his direction, taking in the obvious signs of discomfort thanks to the cold. She turns back to her snowman, working carefully on the middle ball. ]
Not for you, maybe, but my nipples sure are standing at attention right now -- and that was way too much information, Topher. Sorry. I tend to get like this around, uh, people. Women, specifically. Who look like you. That's to say: smoking hot. Which would account for you not feeling the cold and everything, if we were in a bizarro universe where such things were actually possible. Which they're not. But it would be kinda cool.
[He exclaims, pointing at it and then clamping his mitten on his forehead in a 'duh' moment.]
I was just gonna say that. Not that I've made any myself, but it looks sturdily built. And artistically very snowman-like.
[Lame compliments, Topher.]
Most people don't like me rambling. But I was just speaking the truth. I mean, wow. Not that I'd try anything, or anything, because you're obviously totally in another league. In a whole other galaxy. And I sorta have romantic trust issues because the last pretty woman I trusted turned out to be a total Jezebel. So...strictly platonic relationships are 'a go'.
[He makes one of those 'buddy' punching gestures to go with.]
[ Vicki glances back towards the snowman, then looks at him again. She lifts an eyebrow slightly and decides she doesn't like his rambling as much as she thought, but she's got nothing better to do. ]
She played me and betrayed me. Corporate espionage. It wasn't personal, I guess. Except, well no-one likes being made to think they have this connection and then wham, she's uploading an assassin trigger when you thought it was just puppy dog sub-routines.
[Topher shrugs.]
It was brilliant. I didn't suspect for a second. Shoulda guessed that she wasn't really into me. It just doesn't happen, what the hell was I thinking?
[He falls silent and looks pensive for a while. Which also doesn't happen all that often. He shoves his hands into his jacket pockets and shifts his attention back to her.]
[ Vicki doesn't really care about the whole story, but she does a pretty convincing job at looking upset at the idea of this happening to him. Especially when he falls silent. ]
Don't take it too personally. All girls are bitches. Even the nice ones. [ Beat. ] Especially the nice ones.
[He doesn't know what to say to that, so he nods and makes a noise of agreement, then shrugs and crouches to scoop up some snow to add to the snowman.]
Oh, I know I'm gonna freeze my mitts off. But when it's done, it'll be something I actually helped finished today. I'm kinda going nuts here with the having no projects to work on thing.
Hey, I don't even know your name. I'm Topher Brink.
[He actually attempts to hold out a mitten to shake, then realises it'd be kinda rude so snags it off with his teeth and tries again. And ow cold, cold, cold! This must be what being on Hoth feels like.]
[ She crouches back down next to him to start working on the middle part again when he sticks out his hand. Glancing over, Vicki watches him tug the mitten off and then rolls her eyes before shaking his hand.
If he asks about the temperature of her skin, she'll just blame it on the snow. ]
Vicki. Now make yourself useful or I'll have to get rid of you. [ She might not be joking about that. ]
[That just earns her a nervous kind of chuckle and a 'Yes ma'am'. He's pretty used to being ordered around by a powerful beautiful woman who could have him 'gotten rid of' anytime she chose. Vicki's threat is obviously a joke. Right?
He begins to apply himself to the task, ignoring the sharp chill creeping up from his fingers to his forearms. So this wasn't one of his brightest ideas...]
[ Vicki works in silence and doesn't stop until she's got the middle section done and placed on the bottom section. Once that's done, she glances over at him and then at his hands. ]
[Topher's ventured outside. He's not exactly sure why, but at least the sky isn't all blue and stretching out forever and freaking him out. The white-ish grey overhead is a little more comforting. Like a concrete ceiling.
He's got a jacket on, but his mittens are inadequate. Which is why he currently has them firmly shoved up his armpits and he's kinda jiggling on the balls of his feet. Such a good look, I know.]
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It's not that cold out here.
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[Have an embarrassed laugh.]
That's a nice, uh...sculpture.
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It's a snowman, actually. You should do more of the rambling, though, because I really like getting compliments.
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[He exclaims, pointing at it and then clamping his mitten on his forehead in a 'duh' moment.]
I was just gonna say that. Not that I've made any myself, but it looks sturdily built. And artistically very snowman-like.
[Lame compliments, Topher.]
Most people don't like me rambling. But I was just speaking the truth. I mean, wow. Not that I'd try anything, or anything, because you're obviously totally in another league. In a whole other galaxy. And I sorta have romantic trust issues because the last pretty woman I trusted turned out to be a total Jezebel. So...strictly platonic relationships are 'a go'.
[He makes one of those 'buddy' punching gestures to go with.]
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A total Jezebel, huh? What'd she do?
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[Topher shrugs.]
It was brilliant. I didn't suspect for a second. Shoulda guessed that she wasn't really into me. It just doesn't happen, what the hell was I thinking?
[He falls silent and looks pensive for a while. Which also doesn't happen all that often. He shoves his hands into his jacket pockets and shifts his attention back to her.]
Want some help with that?
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Don't take it too personally. All girls are bitches. Even the nice ones. [ Beat. ] Especially the nice ones.
[ She shrugs at his offer. ]
You might freeze your mittens off.
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Oh, I know I'm gonna freeze my mitts off. But when it's done, it'll be something I actually helped finished today. I'm kinda going nuts here with the having no projects to work on thing.
Hey, I don't even know your name. I'm Topher Brink.
[He actually attempts to hold out a mitten to shake, then realises it'd be kinda rude so snags it off with his teeth and tries again. And ow cold, cold, cold! This must be what being on Hoth feels like.]
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[ She crouches back down next to him to start working on the middle part again when he sticks out his hand. Glancing over, Vicki watches him tug the mitten off and then rolls her eyes before shaking his hand.
If he asks about the temperature of her skin, she'll just blame it on the snow. ]
Vicki. Now make yourself useful or I'll have to get rid of you. [ She might not be joking about that. ]
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He begins to apply himself to the task, ignoring the sharp chill creeping up from his fingers to his forearms. So this wasn't one of his brightest ideas...]
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Got frostbite yet?
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