[Room 307, Sunday Afternoon] Cheerful Weiss

[weissguy_]

Weiss was running around his apartment, setting up various presents received on his birthday, including the ant farm entirely populated by ants he'd named Todd (the ants, not the farm). He was munching on Swedish Gummi Fish and spontaneously doing his White Male Rite of Celebration -- the cabbage patch

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[mparkerceo]

Parker stopped in the door to watch the dance for a minute, and bit her lip, stifling any laughter. Audible laughter, anyway.

She cleared her throat, and rapped a knuckle against the doorframe.

[weissguy_]

Ever see a guy stop cabbage patching out of embarrassment? Either he's aware of the comical potential and goes through an exaggerated slow down that ends in a complete stop, or he drops out of it like a 100 MPH fastball that's suddenly forgotten Newton's First Law of Motion.

Weiss took the second approach.

Recovering, he grinned at her. "Parker. Hey."

[mparkerceo]

"Hey." The grin's half amusement, half just yay-good-to-see-you. Parker meandered over and gave him a fast kiss on the mouth, then continued to wander around the room, looking at the new stuff. "Having a good day? Or just felt the need for a work-out?"

[weissguy_]

"I didn't have a lot of time to get anything done yesterday," Weiss said. "As you might recall."