Morning me's opinions are ridiculous and don't count.
[ Because he knows he's extra grouchy and unsociable when he first gets up. Mornings have never agreed with him. It takes that first strong cup of coffee to really get him going and any period beforehand he shouldn't be taken seriously. ]
Not all of us can be like you and Lizabeta. [ That is to say: early birds. Both of them are so cheerful it's almost disgusting. How does she do it?
(A small part of him wonders what she really looks like when she first wakes up, but there would only be one way to know. He stops thinking about it and eats more of his scallion pancake). ]
[ inej has always been a morning person, though ketterdam has deprived her of it. most of her work happens -- or happened, rather, at night. but she still strives to get up with the sun. she feels better, that way. more rejuvenated.
it became very clear, very quickly, that kaz brekker is not that person. he's the opposite, really. she's learned to leave him alone until he has coffee, and then conversation is safe. for the most part. but she's seen him a few times just after he's woken up, from her perch on the couch, in the very beginning. not so much, now that she has her own room. but he looks . . . younger, almost, half asleep.
cute, inej thinks to herself, though she files that away for later. they were friends. finding him cute probably isn't appropriate. ]
Watching the sun rise is peaceful.
[ knowingly, taking another bite of her noodles. ]
You should try it sometime -- to enjoy it, not because you haven't slept all night.
[ He's never been one for mornings, even if he'd been born and lived in the countryside. His father had gotten up with the sun just like Inej does now, tending to their little farm. A habit that hadn't stuck with him, though Jordie– as he recalls– had been an early riser as well. Always wanting to take on the day with the excitement of a puppy.
Kaz had required coercion to be pulled from bed, when he was younger. Now he just has the sweet promise of coffee to offset his initial reluctance to speak or interact with anyone when he first wakes up. ]
That would make more sense if we lived somewhere that actually saw the sun more than ten days a year.
[ Being an island, Kerch suffered strange weather blowing in from the ocean all the time. Ketterdam, located on its coast, saw quite a bit of fog and clouds, punctuated frequently by storms. ]
It makes for a decent alarm to tell me to go to bed, at least.
[ how rude. absolutely mannerless. but she laughs regardless, stirring her noodles to get the last vestiges of sauce from the bottom of the container. ]
You will need to come to Ravka, then.
[ warmly, as she fishes out the rest of her noodles from the corner of the container, twirling them along her fork. ]
Though I think you will burn to death, if you see sunlight for more than ten days a year. You're practically translucent.
[ Really, he could've gone at any point after he was done with Rollins. But then he'd focused on getting a job and making a life for himself that wasn't picking pockets. He should go see other places; Novyi Zem, Shu Han, Ravka. The latter two weren't awfully far.
Perhaps eventually. If Inej will be studying there, he'll have someone to visit. ]
I'm not repulsed by garlic though. [ He says, amused by the thought of being compared to a vampire. ] Stake to the heart would kill me, though I think that's true of just about anything.
[ she asks, in utmost seriousness, gesturing toward him with a fork. ]
I read in some books that vampires don't have those. Or they sparkle in the sunlight.
[ twilight was utter trash, but inej did feel sort of bad for bella. she deserved better than either moron that was in love with her. she honestly should have just run away with one of the other girls instead. ]
I think we'll need to test to make sure; I'm very partial to my neck not having holes in it.
Last I checked. [ So that's one thing off the list. Definitely off the list, since he takes meticulous care in his appearance. Being on the streets had meant he couldn't look weak. And being in finance meant much the same— he's young and too many would doubt his skills at first glance if he wasn't careful.
She draws him out of the cruel necessities with a huff of a laugh. ]
I can tell you now I don't sparkle.
[ Ridiculous. ]
I know where you sleep, you'd think there'd be at least one bite mark already. [ Being his roommate and all, she was the closest. Although: ] Or perhaps I'm saving you for last.
[ she muses; saving her for last, that is. the image of kaz brekker somehow managing to sneak into her room without her noticing is laughable, at best; she can hear his cane before anything else.
though, he can walk without it, most of the time. she's seen him hobble around the apartment without its assistance. but he still walks loudly, compared to her. she can still hear him coming. ]
I guess I should sleep with a stake underneath my pillow from now on . . . or hide it somewhere else, where you can't find it. So I can defend myself from your villainous behavior.
[ but she can't make it through the last part with a straight face, her lips twitching as she finishes the last of her noodles. ]
[ Her little smile is infectious and he ends up with a similar curl to the corner of his mouth. After finishing his scallion pancake: ]
Or you'll just have to make sure you don't invite me in. [ That's a vampire thing, isn't it? Being invited in. Usually it was done through guile or sheer obliviousness on the human's part. ]
I'm a villain with courtesy, it seems. [ He grins at her, the buzz of the alcohol taking the sharp edge off it. ]
[ oh, his grin. it causes a turn in her stomach, a warm flutter. his grin lights up his features and makes him much less severe looking. and his eyes become brighter . . . he's cute.
which isn't relevant to vampire hunting. or their dinner. or their conversation at all. and she squashes that thought with a laugh, before pointing out: ]
You invited me in.
[ she reminds him, as she closes her now empty noodle container. ]
But you are allowed in my room; I trust you not to drink my blood.
[ She leans forward and there's a surge in the pit of his stomach. One that's torn between delight and disgust. The latter is his usual reception to most touching, especially of skin, though there's a bit of disgust with himself for moment of wanting.
She's been through enough. And they're just friends, besides. ]
When, not if? [ Doesn't that sound like a promise?
He leans forward to help stack the containers and gather the napkins, motions a bit slow because he definitely still feels the dizziness of drink. ]
As poor an idea as it is, I'm tempted to sleep here. [ Getting up to go to his room feels like a monumental effort. ]
[ she asks with a grin as she gets up with a wobble to deposit the empty containers on the table. but when kaz says he's tempted to sleep on the couch, she turns to him with arched eyebrows. ]
Your leg is going to kill you.
[ she chides, holding out her hands to him, to help him up. ]
Come on, I can help you get to bed.
[ maybe. she will do her very best. it might be a total failure, given how off-balance she feels, how warm and heavy her limbs are. but she also has full control over both her legs, so hopefully that will help kaz make it. and she adds, with a slightly cheeky grin: ]
I was the top gymnast in Ravka, you know; I can definitely walk in a straight line to your room.
[ Is he looking forward to it? There's definitely that part of him that is taking the theoretical biting and running with it. Not so much the vampiric biting though. Just the whole part with her mouth being near his neck.
Thankfully, there's just a small beat of silence while he furiously tries to think of how to answer. And then the subject has switched to something safer. ]
I can get up. [ Well, mostly. There's a combined use of his cane and her held out hand that gets him back to standing. He sways, alcohol making him unsteady, and the light grip on her hand tightens a fraction. ]
If we both topple, neither of us are speaking of it.
[ What happens after being drunk stays in this house. ]
[ she says informatively, grinning a bit as he sways. she soon (somewhat uncoordinatedly) steps over to loop an arm around his waist, to support him a bit more, tilting her head up with a grin. ]
Come on, limp this way.
[ she says, nudging him a bit toward the direction of his bedroom. the floor feels a lot less steady than it should be, her footsteps purposeful, but a bit exaggerated, almost as if inej isn't entirely sure the ground beneath her is solid.
( they will make it, she says silently to herself. it isn't that far. ) ]
[ If he causes them to fall he definitely won't want to talk about it. The sheer idea is mortifying enough to feel like it bolsters him through some of the dizziness as they start heading to his room.
Well, it's the mortification and the warm press of her against his side. He's glad the lights in the house are dimmed because he can feel some color working its way into his cheeks. Stop being ridiculous, he thinks, because it's just an arm looped around his middle. They were closer, on the couch.
It takes much of his focus to walk the short distance, even with help. There's a brief moment in the hallway where he sways off-balance, cane point landing harshly as he leans towards the wall so they don't fall over. ]
Why did I let Jes convince me to drink more? I'm going to strangle him.
[ as she sways with him toward the wall, tightening her grip around his middle just a bit to set him straight again with a grin. her hip bumps into his, and she adjusts her weight to pull him back straight up. they were nearly to his room -- just a few more feet.
it's a crooked line, walking to his room, but she reaches out to open the door, pushing it open with the tips of her fingers. she's been inside his room once or twice, mostly to just duck her head in to ask what he wants for dinner or if he wants to watch a movie. but she's never actually spent much time in here.
so she (wobbling slightly) moves him toward the bed so he can sit on the bed before she does the same, half-tripping and flopping backwards onto the mattress with a laugh, the room spinning pleasantly. ]
Yeah, well, morning will tell how successful he was.
[ The pleasant buzzing under his skin takes his usual grumpiness out of his words. Instead he sounds more amused by the idea.
Set straight by Inej, he pulls himself away from the wall and they keep going the few more steps to his room. It's a weaving kind of walk, one he's grateful to have both Inej and his cane for. The cane point lets him know where the ground is, which is hard to concentrate on with his head spinning like it is.
Soon enough, they make it to his room and he carefully sits on the edge of it as she flops back inelegantly. While she's flopped, he struggles a bit to toe his shoes off but eventually gets it, kicking them under the bed. All he wants now is out of this damn suit. The hazard of joining the group for drinks after work: he doesn't have time to change. Nor does he usually want to, since it's never a situation where he ends up this drunk and thoroughly uncomfortable in his button up.
After the shoes, he pulls his jacket and tie off, tossing them onto the nearby chair. It takes several uncoordinated tries to get the buttons undone on his shirt but he manages it and tosses that in the direction of the chair as well. As for whether it makes it, he'll see in the morning. He'll get his trousers off in a minute but this is better at least. With a sigh, he flops back onto his pillows. ]
[ she's about to comment that she could fall asleep right here when she hears movement, and she pushes herself up onto her elbows a bit to see what kaz is doing. which is getting undressed.
at first, there's an uncomfortable curl of anxiety that rolls throughout her being, beginning in her throat and working its way down to her stomach. but she soon squashes it, dismissing it entirely, forcing the memories at bay, because this is so ridiculously unlike anything she's ever experienced before. kaz is her friend (and, quite frankly, her protector). he expects nothing from her.
still, she can't help but watch, and she feels a faint warmth rise in her cheeks as he drops back onto his pillows, with no shirt. he's in incredible shape, she observes. and has very nice arms. he could probably lift her with no effort at all, even without full use of his leg.
that train of thought is derailed at his question, and inej blinks herself back into focus. ]
[ Now that he's settled against the pillows, he feels the drowsiness start to catch up. The world is still spinning a bit but he feels pretty alright. His room is cooler—or maybe it's just the lack of clothes—and it feels nice. ]
I said, are you going to make it? [ As in back to her room. Did she partially fall asleep there for a second? It's funny to think about. ]
[ oh. a valid question. and a silent invitation? is he asking her to stay here? again, there's a roll of anxiety through her, and again, inej dismisses it in hand. kaz isn't any of those men. he never would be.
so inej mulls that over before she stretches her arms slightly, scooting herself up a bit further so she can sink into the pillows, too. she had already kicked her shoes off in the living room. and she supposes she should change into pajamas, but . . . that was a lot of effort. ]
I don't know.
[ mildly, as she rolls onto her side to face him with a grin. ]
[ Maybe this is a bad idea. Or maybe he's crossed a line, because she seems to hesitate before giving him an answer.
Which—he should've known better, than to leave it as an open invitation. He's familiar enough with the work she'd done for Heleen to understand it could be a sore spot. It's not like they know each other so well to be sharing a bed without it being a loaded situation.
Or maybe he's just making something out of nothing. Because then she's flopping on the pillows and making herself comfortable.
Carefully, he sits up and hobbles to his dresser, digging out two shirts and a pair of sleeping pants. One of the shirts gets tossed to her, aimed right at her face. It hits the pillow instead. ]
If you're going to make yourself at home, here.
[ He sits on the end of his bed, turned away as he pulls his own shirt on and changes into the more comfortable pair of pants. ]
[ the shirt hits the pillow and she rolls her eyes (a bit dramatically) at the make yourself at home . . . but she grabs the shirt, about to ask him to turn around when he does it without asking.
it causes her to shed her own shirt and bra, tugging on the (very oversized) shirt. it smells like his soap, which causes a faint smile as she tucks her nose into the collar. she decides to keep her pants on -- they're comfortable anyway. it won't matter if she sleeps in them. ]
You are really tall.
[ she says, matter-of-factly, the longer sleeves of the shirt falling well over her hands as she laughs to herself, tugging them up fruitlessly before she falls back into the pillows. ]
Any girlfriend of yours must have had fun, stealing your clothes.
[ lucky girl. or boy. whichever. it doesn't really matter. ]
[ They finish changing right around the same time and he quirks a bit of a smile when she comments on his height. He hears her flop on the pillow and uses that cue to turn around and move to do the same, briefly stopping to pull his covers down so he can crawl under them.
It's in the brief silence as they're both laying there that he feels a tinge of embarrassment at her question. That isn't quite a question. Statement? Whatever. ]
Wouldn't know, haven't had one.
[ Neither boy or girl. There hadn't been time, before. Or money, for that matter. Or circumstances. Basically his life has been a wreck up until recently.
And then he just simply didn't want to be touched. ]
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Date: 2020-10-10 01:35 pm (UTC)[ Because he knows he's extra grouchy and unsociable when he first gets up. Mornings have never agreed with him. It takes that first strong cup of coffee to really get him going and any period beforehand he shouldn't be taken seriously. ]
Not all of us can be like you and Lizabeta. [ That is to say: early birds. Both of them are so cheerful it's almost disgusting. How does she do it?
(A small part of him wonders what she really looks like when she first wakes up, but there would only be one way to know. He stops thinking about it and eats more of his scallion pancake). ]
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Date: 2020-10-10 09:50 pm (UTC)it became very clear, very quickly, that kaz brekker is not that person. he's the opposite, really. she's learned to leave him alone until he has coffee, and then conversation is safe. for the most part. but she's seen him a few times just after he's woken up, from her perch on the couch, in the very beginning. not so much, now that she has her own room. but he looks . . . younger, almost, half asleep.
cute, inej thinks to herself, though she files that away for later. they were friends. finding him cute probably isn't appropriate. ]
Watching the sun rise is peaceful.
[ knowingly, taking another bite of her noodles. ]
You should try it sometime -- to enjoy it, not because you haven't slept all night.
[ like the insomniac he is. ]
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Date: 2020-10-10 10:27 pm (UTC)Kaz had required coercion to be pulled from bed, when he was younger. Now he just has the sweet promise of coffee to offset his initial reluctance to speak or interact with anyone when he first wakes up. ]
That would make more sense if we lived somewhere that actually saw the sun more than ten days a year.
[ Being an island, Kerch suffered strange weather blowing in from the ocean all the time. Ketterdam, located on its coast, saw quite a bit of fog and clouds, punctuated frequently by storms. ]
It makes for a decent alarm to tell me to go to bed, at least.
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Date: 2020-10-10 11:13 pm (UTC)You will need to come to Ravka, then.
[ warmly, as she fishes out the rest of her noodles from the corner of the container, twirling them along her fork. ]
Though I think you will burn to death, if you see sunlight for more than ten days a year. You're practically translucent.
[ pale vampire child. ]
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Date: 2020-10-11 12:01 am (UTC)[ Really, he could've gone at any point after he was done with Rollins. But then he'd focused on getting a job and making a life for himself that wasn't picking pockets. He should go see other places; Novyi Zem, Shu Han, Ravka. The latter two weren't awfully far.
Perhaps eventually. If Inej will be studying there, he'll have someone to visit. ]
I'm not repulsed by garlic though. [ He says, amused by the thought of being compared to a vampire. ] Stake to the heart would kill me, though I think that's true of just about anything.
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Date: 2020-10-11 12:18 am (UTC)[ she asks, in utmost seriousness, gesturing toward him with a fork. ]
I read in some books that vampires don't have those. Or they sparkle in the sunlight.
[ twilight was utter trash, but inej did feel sort of bad for bella. she deserved better than either moron that was in love with her. she honestly should have just run away with one of the other girls instead. ]
I think we'll need to test to make sure; I'm very partial to my neck not having holes in it.
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Date: 2020-10-11 01:05 pm (UTC)She draws him out of the cruel necessities with a huff of a laugh. ]
I can tell you now I don't sparkle.
[ Ridiculous. ]
I know where you sleep, you'd think there'd be at least one bite mark already. [ Being his roommate and all, she was the closest. Although: ] Or perhaps I'm saving you for last.
[ To keep his cover, clearly. ]
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Date: 2020-10-11 03:59 pm (UTC)[ she muses; saving her for last, that is. the image of kaz brekker somehow managing to sneak into her room without her noticing is laughable, at best; she can hear his cane before anything else.
though, he can walk without it, most of the time. she's seen him hobble around the apartment without its assistance. but he still walks loudly, compared to her. she can still hear him coming. ]
I guess I should sleep with a stake underneath my pillow from now on . . . or hide it somewhere else, where you can't find it. So I can defend myself from your villainous behavior.
[ but she can't make it through the last part with a straight face, her lips twitching as she finishes the last of her noodles. ]
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Date: 2020-10-11 04:54 pm (UTC)Or you'll just have to make sure you don't invite me in. [ That's a vampire thing, isn't it? Being invited in. Usually it was done through guile or sheer obliviousness on the human's part. ]
I'm a villain with courtesy, it seems. [ He grins at her, the buzz of the alcohol taking the sharp edge off it. ]
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Date: 2020-10-11 05:26 pm (UTC)which isn't relevant to vampire hunting. or their dinner. or their conversation at all. and she squashes that thought with a laugh, before pointing out: ]
You invited me in.
[ she reminds him, as she closes her now empty noodle container. ]
But you are allowed in my room; I trust you not to drink my blood.
[ without permission, anyway. ]
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Date: 2020-10-11 05:58 pm (UTC)It feels like it's more potent now that he's had too many drinks. He feels a pull to lean forward and kiss her. Which. Would be awkward. ]
So does that make you the vampire in disguise? Should I be worried for my neck?
[ (A quiet niggling thought passes through that he doesn't think he'd mind too much if she did bite a little.) ]
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Date: 2020-10-11 06:14 pm (UTC)[ she says, amused and lighthearted, leaning forward half an inch to grin, deliberately showing her teeth. no pointy incisors, incidentally. ]
You can sleep with one eye open, Kaz Brekker.
[ but it’s said with a laugh as she unfolds her legs to collect the empty containers, shaking her head a little. ]
I promise it’ll be painless when I suck your blood.
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Date: 2020-10-11 06:46 pm (UTC)She's been through enough. And they're just friends, besides. ]
When, not if? [ Doesn't that sound like a promise?
He leans forward to help stack the containers and gather the napkins, motions a bit slow because he definitely still feels the dizziness of drink. ]
As poor an idea as it is, I'm tempted to sleep here. [ Getting up to go to his room feels like a monumental effort. ]
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Date: 2020-10-11 07:15 pm (UTC)[ she asks with a grin as she gets up with a wobble to deposit the empty containers on the table. but when kaz says he's tempted to sleep on the couch, she turns to him with arched eyebrows. ]
Your leg is going to kill you.
[ she chides, holding out her hands to him, to help him up. ]
Come on, I can help you get to bed.
[ maybe. she will do her very best. it might be a total failure, given how off-balance she feels, how warm and heavy her limbs are. but she also has full control over both her legs, so hopefully that will help kaz make it. and she adds, with a slightly cheeky grin: ]
I was the top gymnast in Ravka, you know; I can definitely walk in a straight line to your room.
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Date: 2020-10-12 12:37 am (UTC)Thankfully, there's just a small beat of silence while he furiously tries to think of how to answer. And then the subject has switched to something safer. ]
I can get up. [ Well, mostly. There's a combined use of his cane and her held out hand that gets him back to standing. He sways, alcohol making him unsteady, and the light grip on her hand tightens a fraction. ]
If we both topple, neither of us are speaking of it.
[ What happens after being drunk stays in this house. ]
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Date: 2020-10-12 01:15 am (UTC)[ she says informatively, grinning a bit as he sways. she soon (somewhat uncoordinatedly) steps over to loop an arm around his waist, to support him a bit more, tilting her head up with a grin. ]
Come on, limp this way.
[ she says, nudging him a bit toward the direction of his bedroom. the floor feels a lot less steady than it should be, her footsteps purposeful, but a bit exaggerated, almost as if inej isn't entirely sure the ground beneath her is solid.
( they will make it, she says silently to herself. it isn't that far. ) ]
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Date: 2020-10-12 01:49 am (UTC)[ If he causes them to fall he definitely won't want to talk about it. The sheer idea is mortifying enough to feel like it bolsters him through some of the dizziness as they start heading to his room.
Well, it's the mortification and the warm press of her against his side. He's glad the lights in the house are dimmed because he can feel some color working its way into his cheeks. Stop being ridiculous, he thinks, because it's just an arm looped around his middle. They were closer, on the couch.
It takes much of his focus to walk the short distance, even with help. There's a brief moment in the hallway where he sways off-balance, cane point landing harshly as he leans towards the wall so they don't fall over. ]
Why did I let Jes convince me to drink more? I'm going to strangle him.
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Date: 2020-10-12 02:47 pm (UTC)[ as she sways with him toward the wall, tightening her grip around his middle just a bit to set him straight again with a grin. her hip bumps into his, and she adjusts her weight to pull him back straight up. they were nearly to his room -- just a few more feet.
it's a crooked line, walking to his room, but she reaches out to open the door, pushing it open with the tips of her fingers. she's been inside his room once or twice, mostly to just duck her head in to ask what he wants for dinner or if he wants to watch a movie. but she's never actually spent much time in here.
so she (wobbling slightly) moves him toward the bed so he can sit on the bed before she does the same, half-tripping and flopping backwards onto the mattress with a laugh, the room spinning pleasantly. ]
Made it.
[ with much satisfaction.
( his bed is very comfortable, hm. ) ]
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Date: 2020-10-12 03:01 pm (UTC)[ The pleasant buzzing under his skin takes his usual grumpiness out of his words. Instead he sounds more amused by the idea.
Set straight by Inej, he pulls himself away from the wall and they keep going the few more steps to his room. It's a weaving kind of walk, one he's grateful to have both Inej and his cane for. The cane point lets him know where the ground is, which is hard to concentrate on with his head spinning like it is.
Soon enough, they make it to his room and he carefully sits on the edge of it as she flops back inelegantly. While she's flopped, he struggles a bit to toe his shoes off but eventually gets it, kicking them under the bed. All he wants now is out of this damn suit. The hazard of joining the group for drinks after work: he doesn't have time to change. Nor does he usually want to, since it's never a situation where he ends up this drunk and thoroughly uncomfortable in his button up.
After the shoes, he pulls his jacket and tie off, tossing them onto the nearby chair. It takes several uncoordinated tries to get the buttons undone on his shirt but he manages it and tosses that in the direction of the chair as well. As for whether it makes it, he'll see in the morning. He'll get his trousers off in a minute but this is better at least. With a sigh, he flops back onto his pillows. ]
Made it. Are you going to make it?
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Date: 2020-10-12 03:22 pm (UTC)at first, there's an uncomfortable curl of anxiety that rolls throughout her being, beginning in her throat and working its way down to her stomach. but she soon squashes it, dismissing it entirely, forcing the memories at bay, because this is so ridiculously unlike anything she's ever experienced before. kaz is her friend (and, quite frankly, her protector). he expects nothing from her.
still, she can't help but watch, and she feels a faint warmth rise in her cheeks as he drops back onto his pillows, with no shirt. he's in incredible shape, she observes. and has very nice arms. he could probably lift her with no effort at all, even without full use of his leg.
that train of thought is derailed at his question, and inej blinks herself back into focus. ]
What?
[ she missed the question, whoops. ]
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Date: 2020-10-12 03:52 pm (UTC)I said, are you going to make it? [ As in back to her room. Did she partially fall asleep there for a second? It's funny to think about. ]
Or are you going to take a nap where you sit?
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Date: 2020-10-12 04:13 pm (UTC)so inej mulls that over before she stretches her arms slightly, scooting herself up a bit further so she can sink into the pillows, too. she had already kicked her shoes off in the living room. and she supposes she should change into pajamas, but . . . that was a lot of effort. ]
I don't know.
[ mildly, as she rolls onto her side to face him with a grin. ]
I think your bed is more comfortable than mine.
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Date: 2020-10-12 04:37 pm (UTC)Which—he should've known better, than to leave it as an open invitation. He's familiar enough with the work she'd done for Heleen to understand it could be a sore spot. It's not like they know each other so well to be sharing a bed without it being a loaded situation.
Or maybe he's just making something out of nothing. Because then she's flopping on the pillows and making herself comfortable.
Carefully, he sits up and hobbles to his dresser, digging out two shirts and a pair of sleeping pants. One of the shirts gets tossed to her, aimed right at her face. It hits the pillow instead. ]
If you're going to make yourself at home, here.
[ He sits on the end of his bed, turned away as he pulls his own shirt on and changes into the more comfortable pair of pants. ]
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Date: 2020-10-12 05:07 pm (UTC)it causes her to shed her own shirt and bra, tugging on the (very oversized) shirt. it smells like his soap, which causes a faint smile as she tucks her nose into the collar. she decides to keep her pants on -- they're comfortable anyway. it won't matter if she sleeps in them. ]
You are really tall.
[ she says, matter-of-factly, the longer sleeves of the shirt falling well over her hands as she laughs to herself, tugging them up fruitlessly before she falls back into the pillows. ]
Any girlfriend of yours must have had fun, stealing your clothes.
[ lucky girl. or boy. whichever. it doesn't really matter. ]
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Date: 2020-10-12 05:18 pm (UTC)It's in the brief silence as they're both laying there that he feels a tinge of embarrassment at her question. That isn't quite a question. Statement? Whatever. ]
Wouldn't know, haven't had one.
[ Neither boy or girl. There hadn't been time, before. Or money, for that matter. Or circumstances. Basically his life has been a wreck up until recently.
And then he just simply didn't want to be touched. ]
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