[ though lizabeta is very quiet, most of the time, and inej turns her attention to the empty containers, to collect them up. she doesn't have nervous energy, necessarily, but doing something is better than allowing the unknown to seize control again. or not knowing what she's going to do.
besides, hanging out like this is kind of nice.
at any rate, as inej stacks the empty containers to throw them out: ]
But she only speaks when she has something to say.
[ as lizabeta chirps, continuing to nibble at the button before abandoning the pursuit to hop a little further onto kaz's arm, clearly intent on making her way to his shoulder, a higher perch. ]
[ She's not reserved, not like he is, but she doesn't fill the space with chatter. Not like Jesper, who can hold a conversation on just about everything. Normally that sort of thing annoys him but he's known Jes long enough to appreciate his friend's talent for socializing.
It makes up for his awkward silences, at least. ]
Maybe not the singing. [ Well. So far. ] Unless you've been doing that while I haven't been here.
[ As if on cue, Lizabeta lets out a small trill as she flutters the last bit up to his shoulder, head bobbing happily. ]
[ informatively, with a slight grin as she slips past kaz (and the bird) toward the kitchen, so she can deposit the containers in the trash. and once she's done with that, she returns to the living room to sit back on the couch, watching lizabeta make herself comfortable. ]
And I suppose I've always been quiet.
[ with a shrug of her shoulder. ]
I only speak up when something needs to be said.
[ it's a careful difference, between having something to say, and when something needs to be said. she has never been good at keeping her mouth shut when she sees something wrong, or in standing up for herself, which is why she gets into such trouble with heleen. she's never been good at thriving in a cage. which she supposes is something she and lizabeta have in common. ]
That's one thing in common. [ Singing is not his forte. Actually, music in general, he's never had the inclination, though he's been told by Wylan that he'd probably play piano very well.
Inej comes back to settle on the couch and Lizabeta seems to snuggle up further, nearly pressed to his neck. Curiously, she nibbles (gently) at the curve of his ear and he shies away with a startled laugh. The bird bobs her way towards his shoulder and lets out a soft peep of a sound when she re-settles. ]
Or rather, two things in common. [ Three, though he doesn't know it. Neither of them are suited to doing what other people tell them, especially when it doesn't feel right. Or when someone is trying to use them as a doormat. ]
I've had Jes around to fill the space, usually. [ He's dragging him for being chatty, but it's clearly a bit fond. ]
[ her own expression lights up into a proper grin at the sound of his laugh, and lizabeta seems to decide that pestering kaz further is not in her interest, so she settles down to take something of a nap. clearly enjoying her new spot, as she tucks her beak into her feathers. ]
He is good at that, filling up space.
[ amused, as she loosely wraps her arms around her knees, drawing her feet up onto the couch as she watches him, thoughtful. they are an odd pair, together, but compliment each other well -- jesper and kaz, that is. she idly wonders how they even know one another . . . jesper told her that they've known each other for a long time, but no details. which makes sense; kaz seems like a very private person.
all the same, she inclines her head toward the little bird. ]
I was right, though.
[ inej says it as if she already knew this fact, but is letting kaz in on a little secret. ]
You are a kind person; Lizabeta likes you.
[ animals tend to know when someone means them harm, better than humans do. (though lizabeta really hasn't met very many people, so lizabeta's barometer on kindness might be skewed. whatever. ) ]
He's always been good at it. [ A blessing and a curse. Jesper is very good at making friends, his open smiles and exuberant nature contagious.
It's also made him an easy mark for people who want to take advantage of his friendliness. Kaz has had to warn him away from certain dates or people who claimed they wanted to be friends. He's gotten better about seeing the warning signs but he's still more trusting than he ought to be.
(But then, he doesn't know how he feels about Jes becoming as jaded and cynical as he is. It's just not right). ]
I think she just likes having a high perch for once. [ He is much taller than Inej, after all. ]
[ pointedly. how rude!! though kaz is very tall, as she idly considers their own height difference. a hug from him would positively dwarf her.
-- not that they are remotely in hugging territory. they barely text each other. and so she pushes that thought from her mind, settling back into the couch with arched eyebrows. ]
Can you now? Got some stilts hiding in your bones?
[ Oh, it's been a while since he's been able to joke around so easily with someone. Maybe it's her relaxed sort of nature. Or equally sharp comments. ]
I'd fly but that requires having a strong landing. [ He taps his knee, quirking a wry sort of smile on her direction. ]
[ she retorts, though her lips do twitch, at the tap at his knee, clearly trying not to laugh . . . because laughing at what's apparently an old injury or a birth defect is probably bad form, right? but he seems to be poking fun at himself, and so: ]
You just have to learn how to fall on your face without breaking your nose, that is all. The leg is a lost cause.
[ no way to really fix that, she's afraid. but she pauses before glancing around the living room idly, before she says: ]
Do you want me to show you?
[ as she glances towards him, with a slight grin, a glint of mischief in her eye. ]
[ at his agreement, inej unfolds her legs and rises to her feet, getting up off the couch only to turn to it. she tests the firmness of the cushions with a hand before placing her palms on the back of the couch, gripping the top of it experimentally before she crosses to the other side of the room.
she ties her shirt into a knot, making it an impromptu crop-top -- mostly to prevent the shirt from slipping up and over her head. and she stretches loosely, rolling her shoulders once before she bolts into a sudden run, picking up as much speed as she can before vaulting herself up onto the back of the couch, a perfectly balanced hand-stand. and she seems to hang in the air for half a moment before she allows her legs to fall forward in a slow flip, her feet hitting the floor as she allows gravity to do the rest, falling right back into sitting on the couch.
lizabeta peeps again, in quiet bird applause, while inej pushes some loose hair out of her face, looking pleased with herself as she rolls her injured shoulders lightly, offering a grin in kaz's direction. ]
You do not have any trapeze in your fancy mercher apartment. [ mildly, as she unties her shirt, smoothing it flat against her stomach as she tugs it back down. ] So I am limited in what I can actually show you.
[ She takes a few moments to inspect the couch, clearly testing how squishy the cushions were. Apparently it passes some kind of muster, since she soon walks across the room, giving herself some space.
There's a few more moments of preparation—rolling her shoulders back to loosen any tension, a focused look on her face as she calculates what exactly she's going to do. Even without knowing her very well, it's clear she's done this quite a bit, her motions graceful and sure. Before she starts off though, she ties the bottom of her shirt into a knot, creating a pseudo crop top. Just enough of her midriff shows and he has to remind himself not to stare, suddenly dazed by the realization he finds her attractive.
Which is just. A bad idea all around.
Good thing he doesn't have much time to think on it, because she's suddenly in motion. A blur of a run as she closes the distance between her and the couch and then she's lifted herself up onto the back of it in a smooth movement. Her arms don't even quiver as she keeps herself up and then slowly lowers back onto the couch, barely making a sound.
With extreme restraint, he forces a blush down as she brushes the hair out of her face and unties her shirt to shake it out. ]
I'm impressed. [ That's honest. ] No, they were fresh out when I moved in. Back ordered into oblivion.
[ with half a laugh, done with shaking out her shirt, resuming being settled comfortably on the couch. she stays in shape, mostly to keep herself sane. but she doesn't get much of a chance to really fly, anymore. though scaling up and down the fire escape and dropping ten feet to scare her neighbors might count.
at any rate, as she folds her legs back underneath herself: ]
Flying is fairly easy; it's landing that's hard.
[ she had been avid in gymnastics, and acrobatics. performance. her parents had given her every opportunity that they could to hone her skills. and truthfully, she always wanted to be in the olympics, the odd thought pops into the back of her head. something she hadn't thought about in years. captivated by little girls like her flipping through the air on the ancient television set in her parents' room.
the thought causes an odd tug in her chest, and she offers kaz a warm smile. ]
[ As someone who landed very, very wrong. Like before, he doesn't sound cranky or sore about it though. More like mildly amused. It's not worth crying over, not when he's near a decade on in dealing with it. This is just who he is now.
Just like apparently gymnastics are a part of who she is. He's going to be blinking away the sight of her doing a handstand in a knotted shirt for at least the next week. Because really, they barely know each other and it's—well, it's uncomfortable, even acknowledging it for himself.
His phone buzzes sharply in his pocket and he glances at the screen, realizing what time it was. ]
I should get out of your hair. [ Phone shoved back into his pocket, he gently prods Lizabeta, who cracks her eyes drowsily enough to be coerced onto his fingers. Kaz holds her out to Inej, giving her a small bounce so she doesn't fall straight back to sleep again. ]
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[ though lizabeta is very quiet, most of the time, and inej turns her attention to the empty containers, to collect them up. she doesn't have nervous energy, necessarily, but doing something is better than allowing the unknown to seize control again. or not knowing what she's going to do.
besides, hanging out like this is kind of nice.
at any rate, as inej stacks the empty containers to throw them out: ]
But she only speaks when she has something to say.
[ as lizabeta chirps, continuing to nibble at the button before abandoning the pursuit to hop a little further onto kaz's arm, clearly intent on making her way to his shoulder, a higher perch. ]
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[ She's not reserved, not like he is, but she doesn't fill the space with chatter. Not like Jesper, who can hold a conversation on just about everything. Normally that sort of thing annoys him but he's known Jes long enough to appreciate his friend's talent for socializing.
It makes up for his awkward silences, at least. ]
Maybe not the singing. [ Well. So far. ] Unless you've been doing that while I haven't been here.
[ As if on cue, Lizabeta lets out a small trill as she flutters the last bit up to his shoulder, head bobbing happily. ]
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[ informatively, with a slight grin as she slips past kaz (and the bird) toward the kitchen, so she can deposit the containers in the trash. and once she's done with that, she returns to the living room to sit back on the couch, watching lizabeta make herself comfortable. ]
And I suppose I've always been quiet.
[ with a shrug of her shoulder. ]
I only speak up when something needs to be said.
[ it's a careful difference, between having something to say, and when something needs to be said. she has never been good at keeping her mouth shut when she sees something wrong, or in standing up for herself, which is why she gets into such trouble with heleen. she's never been good at thriving in a cage. which she supposes is something she and lizabeta have in common. ]
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Inej comes back to settle on the couch and Lizabeta seems to snuggle up further, nearly pressed to his neck. Curiously, she nibbles (gently) at the curve of his ear and he shies away with a startled laugh. The bird bobs her way towards his shoulder and lets out a soft peep of a sound when she re-settles. ]
Or rather, two things in common. [ Three, though he doesn't know it. Neither of them are suited to doing what other people tell them, especially when it doesn't feel right. Or when someone is trying to use them as a doormat. ]
I've had Jes around to fill the space, usually. [ He's dragging him for being chatty, but it's clearly a bit fond. ]
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He is good at that, filling up space.
[ amused, as she loosely wraps her arms around her knees, drawing her feet up onto the couch as she watches him, thoughtful. they are an odd pair, together, but compliment each other well -- jesper and kaz, that is. she idly wonders how they even know one another . . . jesper told her that they've known each other for a long time, but no details. which makes sense; kaz seems like a very private person.
all the same, she inclines her head toward the little bird. ]
I was right, though.
[ inej says it as if she already knew this fact, but is letting kaz in on a little secret. ]
You are a kind person; Lizabeta likes you.
[ animals tend to know when someone means them harm, better than humans do. (though lizabeta really hasn't met very many people, so lizabeta's barometer on kindness might be skewed. whatever. ) ]
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It's also made him an easy mark for people who want to take advantage of his friendliness. Kaz has had to warn him away from certain dates or people who claimed they wanted to be friends. He's gotten better about seeing the warning signs but he's still more trusting than he ought to be.
(But then, he doesn't know how he feels about Jes becoming as jaded and cynical as he is. It's just not right). ]
I think she just likes having a high perch for once. [ He is much taller than Inej, after all. ]
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[ pointedly. how rude!! though kaz is very tall, as she idly considers their own height difference. a hug from him would positively dwarf her.
-- not that they are remotely in hugging territory. they barely text each other. and so she pushes that thought from her mind, settling back into the couch with arched eyebrows. ]
I can fly farther than you can.
[ so there. ]
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[ Oh, it's been a while since he's been able to joke around so easily with someone. Maybe it's her relaxed sort of nature. Or equally sharp comments. ]
I'd fly but that requires having a strong landing. [ He taps his knee, quirking a wry sort of smile on her direction. ]
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[ she retorts, though her lips do twitch, at the tap at his knee, clearly trying not to laugh . . . because laughing at what's apparently an old injury or a birth defect is probably bad form, right? but he seems to be poking fun at himself, and so: ]
You just have to learn how to fall on your face without breaking your nose, that is all. The leg is a lost cause.
[ no way to really fix that, she's afraid. but she pauses before glancing around the living room idly, before she says: ]
Do you want me to show you?
[ as she glances towards him, with a slight grin, a glint of mischief in her eye. ]
How I can be taller.
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Oh, is that all?
[ That smile of hers forms into a grin and he feels a strange flutter of his pulse. Hm. He ignores it, focusing on the question she's just asked. ]
Go on then. [ Lizabeta makes a soft peep in her nap, as if agreeing. ]
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she ties her shirt into a knot, making it an impromptu crop-top -- mostly to prevent the shirt from slipping up and over her head. and she stretches loosely, rolling her shoulders once before she bolts into a sudden run, picking up as much speed as she can before vaulting herself up onto the back of the couch, a perfectly balanced hand-stand. and she seems to hang in the air for half a moment before she allows her legs to fall forward in a slow flip, her feet hitting the floor as she allows gravity to do the rest, falling right back into sitting on the couch.
lizabeta peeps again, in quiet bird applause, while inej pushes some loose hair out of her face, looking pleased with herself as she rolls her injured shoulders lightly, offering a grin in kaz's direction. ]
You do not have any trapeze in your fancy mercher apartment. [ mildly, as she unties her shirt, smoothing it flat against her stomach as she tugs it back down. ] So I am limited in what I can actually show you.
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There's a few more moments of preparation—rolling her shoulders back to loosen any tension, a focused look on her face as she calculates what exactly she's going to do. Even without knowing her very well, it's clear she's done this quite a bit, her motions graceful and sure. Before she starts off though, she ties the bottom of her shirt into a knot, creating a pseudo crop top. Just enough of her midriff shows and he has to remind himself not to stare, suddenly dazed by the realization he finds her attractive.
Which is just. A bad idea all around.
Good thing he doesn't have much time to think on it, because she's suddenly in motion. A blur of a run as she closes the distance between her and the couch and then she's lifted herself up onto the back of it in a smooth movement. Her arms don't even quiver as she keeps herself up and then slowly lowers back onto the couch, barely making a sound.
With extreme restraint, he forces a blush down as she brushes the hair out of her face and unties her shirt to shake it out. ]
I'm impressed. [ That's honest. ] No, they were fresh out when I moved in. Back ordered into oblivion.
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[ with half a laugh, done with shaking out her shirt, resuming being settled comfortably on the couch. she stays in shape, mostly to keep herself sane. but she doesn't get much of a chance to really fly, anymore. though scaling up and down the fire escape and dropping ten feet to scare her neighbors might count.
at any rate, as she folds her legs back underneath herself: ]
Flying is fairly easy; it's landing that's hard.
[ she had been avid in gymnastics, and acrobatics. performance. her parents had given her every opportunity that they could to hone her skills. and truthfully, she always wanted to be in the olympics, the odd thought pops into the back of her head. something she hadn't thought about in years. captivated by little girls like her flipping through the air on the ancient television set in her parents' room.
the thought causes an odd tug in her chest, and she offers kaz a warm smile. ]
But thank you.
[ modestly enough. ]
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[ As someone who landed very, very wrong. Like before, he doesn't sound cranky or sore about it though. More like mildly amused. It's not worth crying over, not when he's near a decade on in dealing with it. This is just who he is now.
Just like apparently gymnastics are a part of who she is. He's going to be blinking away the sight of her doing a handstand in a knotted shirt for at least the next week. Because really, they barely know each other and it's—well, it's uncomfortable, even acknowledging it for himself.
His phone buzzes sharply in his pocket and he glances at the screen, realizing what time it was. ]
I should get out of your hair. [ Phone shoved back into his pocket, he gently prods Lizabeta, who cracks her eyes drowsily enough to be coerced onto his fingers. Kaz holds her out to Inej, giving her a small bounce so she doesn't fall straight back to sleep again. ]