ANOTP: Locke/Anita

[thornofcamorr]

Locke is currently napping. Though not in the main room - he's not about to do that again anytime soon. No, he's currently outside and in a tree, sprawled on a limb rather like a leopard, his sleeping face settled in a frown. The dreams he dreams are not happy ones, even in the brightness of daylight. 

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[tomboy_22]

Anita, restless as she is wont to be, stalks about. She's actually please to see Tavrin, so she pops by with a cheeky grin, and sits next to him once she's made the assent.

If he falls, she'll catch him. For now, she's just watching.

[thornofcamorr]

Locke wakes up the moment she touches the tree and jolts to his feet in a moment, ready to jump and hit the ground running if necessary. It isn't. He breathes a sigh and sits back down again. "Gods - give a man a little warning, wouldn't you?" He mutters.

[tomboy_22]

"Aaaaaw," she grins - very cheeky. "I woke up the pretty sleeper. Too bad. You were making a pretty picture up there."

[thornofcamorr]

Locke gives her a scowl. "Yeah, right. Sure."

[tomboy_22]

She shrugs. "Well, they ain't getting around again, so might as well take'm when they come, Tavrin."

[thornofcamorr]

Locke blinks. "What aren't?"

[tomboy_22]

"I just said something nice. Be well behaved and say thank you for the compliment, you ass."

[thornofcamorr]

Locke rolls his eyes. "Sure. Thanks." He gives her a look. "If that's a compliment from you, I don't know that I'll look forward to them. Sorry," he adds dryly.

[tomboy_22]

"You're very welcome, it was an absolute pleasure, dear Sir," she says - she would mock-curtsy if she had a skirt, or the inclination for it, but she does not.

"Seriously, that was a lovely sight. I'm just not a rhyming fop, alright?"

[thornofcamorr]

He gives her a little smile. "Just the last person who told me I was pretty subsequently tied me to a chair and cut my hair. And redressed me."

[tomboy_22]

She looks at him evenly. "Tavrin. Look at me."

Seriously, Tavrin, does she look like she might do such a thing?

[thornofcamorr]

Locke looks at her. Well, no. But. He offers her a smile to show he's teasing. "Just a scarring experience."

[tomboy_22]

"Here's a Kleenex," she replies, but she doesn't hand him a tissue. "I got scarred too, I'm not running around insulting people." She's smiling back.

Actually, she is. But that's just her being a hypocrite, as usual.

[thornofcamorr]

He sits up, swinging his feet absently. "Anyway, that's why I'm up here. Long and short of it. What about you?"

[tomboy_22]

"Up here in the tree?" she smirks. "I was enjoying the view."

[thornofcamorr]

Locke rolls his eyes. "Which one?" He asks, facetiously.