LOG; come josephine in my flying machine; LOCKE + TERENTI
who; Locke and Terenti.
when; This afternoon.
what; Chick flick watching and something that may be deranged fluff.
He didn't like being at home anymore. It wasn't right to be there with just his dad, especially not when his dad seemed to think he had to do the parental thing and talk about everything. Einar's apartment wasn't a great refuge when Einar was home, but apparently elfguy was out working or something, and so he felt perfectly free to crash on the couch and watch television.
"Change the channel."
Locke was free to do that, really; there wasn't much in the way of entertainment when Einar was out, and he was still wary enough of the climate to find the thought of venturing out in it slightly unattractive. It wasn't like he didn't appreciate his company, anyway.
"Be more specific, please." There wasn't much on to begin with, which was only typical of daytime television.
He shrugged.
"Anything but talk shows." Hey, he would change the channel himself if he knew where the remote was and wasn't too lazy to either look for it or get up and use the buttons on the television itself.
Terenti was hoarding the remote, of course.
"Then we'll watch whatever I land on, provided it's not a talk show." He picked it up and started flipping through the channels. "Remember that I am not responsible for the outcome, especially if it's a bad one."
It landed on what looked like... Titanic. Well okay then. It wasn't a talk show.
"... Uh." Oh what the hell. Kate Winslet was more attractive than Ricki Lake. "This is fine I guess." Didn't like everyone die? It felt almost familiar.
"Isn't this three hours long?" Right, that would be exactly why he had never seen it. "Though I suppose we have time to kill. And there's nudity, or so I've heard."
"We don't have to watch all of it," he pointed out. It wasn't his sort of thing anyway, even if there was nudity. "Also it's a naked chick, not a naked guy. It's not going to do anything for you." It was amazing how much easier it was to come to terms with things like homosexuality after life-changing events like dead family. Right.
It was amazing that he was acting relatively normal after everything, but if his own death was inevitable he wanted to at least attempt to enjoy the time he had left, even if he didn't deserve to. It was strange how he'd become almost resigned to it.
"No? He doesn't even get shirtless?" He pouted. "I'm not sure I'm interested anyway, because it doesn't even look like he's hit puberty yet. And to think all the girls went crazy for him when this came out."
"Yeah, uh, one of my cousins was obsessed with him last year." Not that he spoke to her often. "... Okay, for fuck's sake, just fucking jump or something." No one said he had to be sensitive to the plight of imaginary women.
"She won't jump," he predicted quite unnecessarily. "He'll convince her to stop, but then for drama she'll likely slip--oh, see, what did I tell you. I should have written this script. It would have had equal opportunity nudity, for one thing."
"Write a script for something else and try and break into Hollywood," he said lazily. If it hadn't exploded by the end of the year. "--That guy is an asshole. Whatever." He rolled his eyes. "How long until the nudity?"
"I just might. My talent shouldn't go to waste." Ignoring all the circumstances. Moving on. "The nudity isn't for a while, I imagine. They've got to keep the audience watching somehow."
Like it would be worth it anyway. ... Something was better than nothing.
"Spoiler: the ship sinks." He wasn't paying that much attention to the film anymore.
"...You fiend." He was obviously being sarcastic. "What will I do now? Perhaps sleep." He was paying more attention to their conversation than to the television himself. It made it more interesting.
"Wow." He actually smiled, a little. "How fucking adventurous of you." He was paying more attention to that too; although he probably would have anyway, considering it wasn't the sort of film he liked at all.
Getting Locke to smile was not a major life accomplishment. Really.
"I am the very definition of adventurous." The smiling was contagious, apparently.
"Right." He shoved Terenti's shoulder, and turned back to watch the television again.
"So cold~" He kept smiling anyway and also turned back to the television.
He actually did start to nod off around the time of something about a flying machine and snogging in a way that looked more deadly than romantic. He was relatively tired, after all; lately it was a bit harder to fall asleep than it used to be.
Locke's shoulder probably wasn't the best pillow to use, though.
Locke actually didn't notice exactly until Terenti was mostly asleep and already halfway to leaning all over him.
... Fine, he could live with it. Although the whole thing was ten times more boring without anyone to talk to. He jabbed Terenti in the side after a while.
"I think the nudity is in this scene." He was sure it would be fascinating. Really.
He started a little out of surprise with a dazed exclamation of "owwww" before remembering where he was. He blinked at Locke groggily before removing his head from his shoulder.
"...You smell nice." Hey, he'd been woken up. Anything he said in his half-awake state was completely not his fault. "Oh look, naked person. Naked woman. Not at all relevant to my interests. Why did you wake me up, again?"
One day he was going to beat him up. He let the remark past, since then he could pretend it hadn't been said, and shrugged.
"I'm bored and you were starting to drool."
"I do not drool," he protested, knowing that he probably had. Not that he was vaguely embarrassed. Subject change. "I take it I didn't miss much. Unless there were more breasts, but I'm sure I can pick up the pieces and move on with my life."
"Not much," Locke confirmed. "Uh... I think there's carsex next." He doubted that would be interesting either.
"Carsex?" One thing followed by another, he supposed. "I've never understood the appeal of carsex. Fogged windows may be atmospheric, but wouldn't it be terribly cramped? Although I suppose those antique cars had more room." He could make an effort to be interesting, at least. Or traumatizing. Either one.
"It's not that bad if you crank the seat really far back," he said, watching the scene with a kind of morbid fascination. "Never tried the back seat." Didn't... really want to, either. Not that he'd turn down the opportunity if it came along.
Uuuugh he'd been speaking hypothetically without any inkling of desire to actually hear about personal experiences. ...Of which he severely lacked, and he'd already screwed up any chances of pretending otherwise.
"Really. I'll keep that mind," he said, the change in his tone obvious. "How much longer is this?"
Locke was mostly oblivious, and shrugged again.
"Check the TV guide or something."
"This is the film that never ends," he noticed after doing just that; at least checking it offered a temporary distraction. "You'd better keep me entertained, lest I pass out again."
That woke up bad thoughts. But he wasn't really comfortable with randomly molesting Terenti just yet. sgjkdjskgkjskjs.
"Just change the channel," he suggested.
"There's still nothing on." He leaned back. "No point in giving up now."
Thankfully, the rest of the time managed to pass relatively smoothly. The film got slightly more interesting, even if was strange to watch such a disaster on screen with the current happenings. He tried to resist the morbid urge to draw parallels.
"Well," he said after it was over, stretching and standing up, "I'd give you my full review, but all that ocean has made me thirsty. Would you like something to drink?"
"Sure." He wasn't that thirsty, but hey, if it was free. "I think that killed some of my brain." At least it had been distracting. Sort of. Watching everyone die had, in retrospect, been a bad idea.
"We have..." He paused as he tried to remember. "Pepsi, I think. Probably milk, and orange juice is a possibility. And coffee. We definitely have coffee." Einar couldn't live without it.
Milk? What was he, five? ... His mom had drunk a lot of coffee.
"Pepsi." He grabbed the remote and flipped a couple of channels, though there was still fuckall on.
"Pepsi it is." He vaguely picked up on something, but opted not to ask about it and instead walked out of the room and into the kitchen.
He'd been right about the selection. It was too hot for milk, as always, and the juice looked like it was possibly spoiled, so he grabbed a can for himself before returning to the living room.
"Here."
"Thanks." He cracked it open, and thank God it was cold.
Now what, anyway? More trashy films? Maybe he could live with it.
"Now what" indeed. Considering he was doing more talking than watching, he could probably make it through another movie, and there were other forms of entertainment--no, bad.
"I can't hear it very well," he lied, realizing that he was standing there stupidly. Rather than waiting for Locke to turn it up, he went over to the television and did it himself.
Was he deaf or something? Whatever. He drank some pepsi.
...
"Your ass looks good in those jeans."
"Why thank you! I just bought them, and--......" He dropped the fortunately unopened can that he was holding.
Fuck, he was going to laugh. Seriously not an appropriate reaction at all. His mouth twitched, and he was quiet for a second before saying anything else. Because skjfksjfksgksgs maybe he still hadn't exactly come to terms with it all.
"Right."
He stared back at Locke for a few moments. After the initial shock had worn off and he'd convinced himself that he hadn't misheard or entered some sort of twilight zone, he ignored the can on the floor and sat back on the sofa.
"I'll make sure to wear them more often." Disregarding the fact that he'd bought them only recently. He smiled, even if it made him feel like a retarded puppy.
Locke scoffed, and leaned forward to abandon his can of pepsi on the floor.
"Retard." Hey, it was vaguely affectionate now.
"Yes, but at least I'm a decent looking one." He leaned back and added, "You aren't bad off yourself."
Fuck, was the conversation turning sappy? That movie had a bad effect on people or something.
"... Thanks."
when; This afternoon.
what; Chick flick watching and something that may be deranged fluff.
He didn't like being at home anymore. It wasn't right to be there with just his dad, especially not when his dad seemed to think he had to do the parental thing and talk about everything. Einar's apartment wasn't a great refuge when Einar was home, but apparently elfguy was out working or something, and so he felt perfectly free to crash on the couch and watch television.
"Change the channel."
Locke was free to do that, really; there wasn't much in the way of entertainment when Einar was out, and he was still wary enough of the climate to find the thought of venturing out in it slightly unattractive. It wasn't like he didn't appreciate his company, anyway.
"Be more specific, please." There wasn't much on to begin with, which was only typical of daytime television.
He shrugged.
"Anything but talk shows." Hey, he would change the channel himself if he knew where the remote was and wasn't too lazy to either look for it or get up and use the buttons on the television itself.
Terenti was hoarding the remote, of course.
"Then we'll watch whatever I land on, provided it's not a talk show." He picked it up and started flipping through the channels. "Remember that I am not responsible for the outcome, especially if it's a bad one."
It landed on what looked like... Titanic. Well okay then. It wasn't a talk show.
"... Uh." Oh what the hell. Kate Winslet was more attractive than Ricki Lake. "This is fine I guess." Didn't like everyone die? It felt almost familiar.
"Isn't this three hours long?" Right, that would be exactly why he had never seen it. "Though I suppose we have time to kill. And there's nudity, or so I've heard."
"We don't have to watch all of it," he pointed out. It wasn't his sort of thing anyway, even if there was nudity. "Also it's a naked chick, not a naked guy. It's not going to do anything for you." It was amazing how much easier it was to come to terms with things like homosexuality after life-changing events like dead family. Right.
It was amazing that he was acting relatively normal after everything, but if his own death was inevitable he wanted to at least attempt to enjoy the time he had left, even if he didn't deserve to. It was strange how he'd become almost resigned to it.
"No? He doesn't even get shirtless?" He pouted. "I'm not sure I'm interested anyway, because it doesn't even look like he's hit puberty yet. And to think all the girls went crazy for him when this came out."
"Yeah, uh, one of my cousins was obsessed with him last year." Not that he spoke to her often. "... Okay, for fuck's sake, just fucking jump or something." No one said he had to be sensitive to the plight of imaginary women.
"She won't jump," he predicted quite unnecessarily. "He'll convince her to stop, but then for drama she'll likely slip--oh, see, what did I tell you. I should have written this script. It would have had equal opportunity nudity, for one thing."
"Write a script for something else and try and break into Hollywood," he said lazily. If it hadn't exploded by the end of the year. "--That guy is an asshole. Whatever." He rolled his eyes. "How long until the nudity?"
"I just might. My talent shouldn't go to waste." Ignoring all the circumstances. Moving on. "The nudity isn't for a while, I imagine. They've got to keep the audience watching somehow."
Like it would be worth it anyway. ... Something was better than nothing.
"Spoiler: the ship sinks." He wasn't paying that much attention to the film anymore.
"...You fiend." He was obviously being sarcastic. "What will I do now? Perhaps sleep." He was paying more attention to their conversation than to the television himself. It made it more interesting.
"Wow." He actually smiled, a little. "How fucking adventurous of you." He was paying more attention to that too; although he probably would have anyway, considering it wasn't the sort of film he liked at all.
Getting Locke to smile was not a major life accomplishment. Really.
"I am the very definition of adventurous." The smiling was contagious, apparently.
"Right." He shoved Terenti's shoulder, and turned back to watch the television again.
"So cold~" He kept smiling anyway and also turned back to the television.
He actually did start to nod off around the time of something about a flying machine and snogging in a way that looked more deadly than romantic. He was relatively tired, after all; lately it was a bit harder to fall asleep than it used to be.
Locke's shoulder probably wasn't the best pillow to use, though.
Locke actually didn't notice exactly until Terenti was mostly asleep and already halfway to leaning all over him.
... Fine, he could live with it. Although the whole thing was ten times more boring without anyone to talk to. He jabbed Terenti in the side after a while.
"I think the nudity is in this scene." He was sure it would be fascinating. Really.
He started a little out of surprise with a dazed exclamation of "owwww" before remembering where he was. He blinked at Locke groggily before removing his head from his shoulder.
"...You smell nice." Hey, he'd been woken up. Anything he said in his half-awake state was completely not his fault. "Oh look, naked person. Naked woman. Not at all relevant to my interests. Why did you wake me up, again?"
One day he was going to beat him up. He let the remark past, since then he could pretend it hadn't been said, and shrugged.
"I'm bored and you were starting to drool."
"I do not drool," he protested, knowing that he probably had. Not that he was vaguely embarrassed. Subject change. "I take it I didn't miss much. Unless there were more breasts, but I'm sure I can pick up the pieces and move on with my life."
"Not much," Locke confirmed. "Uh... I think there's carsex next." He doubted that would be interesting either.
"Carsex?" One thing followed by another, he supposed. "I've never understood the appeal of carsex. Fogged windows may be atmospheric, but wouldn't it be terribly cramped? Although I suppose those antique cars had more room." He could make an effort to be interesting, at least. Or traumatizing. Either one.
"It's not that bad if you crank the seat really far back," he said, watching the scene with a kind of morbid fascination. "Never tried the back seat." Didn't... really want to, either. Not that he'd turn down the opportunity if it came along.
Uuuugh he'd been speaking hypothetically without any inkling of desire to actually hear about personal experiences. ...Of which he severely lacked, and he'd already screwed up any chances of pretending otherwise.
"Really. I'll keep that mind," he said, the change in his tone obvious. "How much longer is this?"
Locke was mostly oblivious, and shrugged again.
"Check the TV guide or something."
"This is the film that never ends," he noticed after doing just that; at least checking it offered a temporary distraction. "You'd better keep me entertained, lest I pass out again."
That woke up bad thoughts. But he wasn't really comfortable with randomly molesting Terenti just yet. sgjkdjskgkjskjs.
"Just change the channel," he suggested.
"There's still nothing on." He leaned back. "No point in giving up now."
Thankfully, the rest of the time managed to pass relatively smoothly. The film got slightly more interesting, even if was strange to watch such a disaster on screen with the current happenings. He tried to resist the morbid urge to draw parallels.
"Well," he said after it was over, stretching and standing up, "I'd give you my full review, but all that ocean has made me thirsty. Would you like something to drink?"
"Sure." He wasn't that thirsty, but hey, if it was free. "I think that killed some of my brain." At least it had been distracting. Sort of. Watching everyone die had, in retrospect, been a bad idea.
"We have..." He paused as he tried to remember. "Pepsi, I think. Probably milk, and orange juice is a possibility. And coffee. We definitely have coffee." Einar couldn't live without it.
Milk? What was he, five? ... His mom had drunk a lot of coffee.
"Pepsi." He grabbed the remote and flipped a couple of channels, though there was still fuckall on.
"Pepsi it is." He vaguely picked up on something, but opted not to ask about it and instead walked out of the room and into the kitchen.
He'd been right about the selection. It was too hot for milk, as always, and the juice looked like it was possibly spoiled, so he grabbed a can for himself before returning to the living room.
"Here."
"Thanks." He cracked it open, and thank God it was cold.
Now what, anyway? More trashy films? Maybe he could live with it.
"Now what" indeed. Considering he was doing more talking than watching, he could probably make it through another movie, and there were other forms of entertainment--no, bad.
"I can't hear it very well," he lied, realizing that he was standing there stupidly. Rather than waiting for Locke to turn it up, he went over to the television and did it himself.
Was he deaf or something? Whatever. He drank some pepsi.
...
"Your ass looks good in those jeans."
"Why thank you! I just bought them, and--......" He dropped the fortunately unopened can that he was holding.
Fuck, he was going to laugh. Seriously not an appropriate reaction at all. His mouth twitched, and he was quiet for a second before saying anything else. Because skjfksjfksgksgs maybe he still hadn't exactly come to terms with it all.
"Right."
He stared back at Locke for a few moments. After the initial shock had worn off and he'd convinced himself that he hadn't misheard or entered some sort of twilight zone, he ignored the can on the floor and sat back on the sofa.
"I'll make sure to wear them more often." Disregarding the fact that he'd bought them only recently. He smiled, even if it made him feel like a retarded puppy.
Locke scoffed, and leaned forward to abandon his can of pepsi on the floor.
"Retard." Hey, it was vaguely affectionate now.
"Yes, but at least I'm a decent looking one." He leaned back and added, "You aren't bad off yourself."
Fuck, was the conversation turning sappy? That movie had a bad effect on people or something.
"... Thanks."