"Hey, it's what I've been taught all along." She chuckles, stepping into his apartment and turning around to look at him. "It's not like you can complain. I saw the way you lit up."
Then she pauses, almost faltering, at the mention of California and 'that guy'. She shrugs a bit while setting the bag down so that she can shrug out of her jacket. "He called a couple nights ago but it wasn't bad. I think he is starting to understand that I'm not coming back. At least that isn't the plan."
"How are you doing? Still taking tests for people?"
"One of the only kids to ever actually pay attention and learn, you must be a dad's dream." He laughs and drops down onto the couch. "I love cookies, okay? Sue me." A beat. "Don't... actually, court costs would cost more than what you'd get."
"Good," He says, a swell of a protective air surrounding the word, "he needs to slow his roll."
"I would be if I just stayed home and didn't go sneaking around behind his back." She grins, tossing her jacket and the bag onto a nearby chair. Then she moves to join him on the couch, dropping down beside him. Well, with a cushion or so between them.
"He means well." She nods, trying to ignore the little swell she feels at the protective tone of his voice. "I think he just figures I would be better there."
She falls quiet, tempted to ask if he is worried about getting caught or not but she figures that answer is rather obvious. That and she doesn't want to get into that kind of discussion. So, instead, she nudges his leg. "So are you going to show me how to do this?"
"That's totally within your rights as a teenager, honestly." He shrugs and shoots her a smirk. Try that excuse on for size, Chris.
He shakes his head, "But why? You moved completely across the coast because of what happened back there. What about that sounds like something you need to rush back to?"
He drags one leg up to fold under him and his other leg he draws toward his chest, "Im-pa-tient," he practically sings the word, nudging her knee with his free foot. but in the same breath, he's lighting the joint he'd rolled earlier.
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Date: 2016-08-14 07:47 pm (UTC)Then she pauses, almost faltering, at the mention of California and 'that guy'. She shrugs a bit while setting the bag down so that she can shrug out of her jacket. "He called a couple nights ago but it wasn't bad. I think he is starting to understand that I'm not coming back. At least that isn't the plan."
"How are you doing? Still taking tests for people?"
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Date: 2016-08-14 10:07 pm (UTC)"Good," He says, a swell of a protective air surrounding the word, "he needs to slow his roll."
Mike shrugs, "For now, yeah. It's money."
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Date: 2016-08-15 04:12 am (UTC)"He means well." She nods, trying to ignore the little swell she feels at the protective tone of his voice. "I think he just figures I would be better there."
She falls quiet, tempted to ask if he is worried about getting caught or not but she figures that answer is rather obvious. That and she doesn't want to get into that kind of discussion. So, instead, she nudges his leg. "So are you going to show me how to do this?"
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Date: 2016-09-14 05:47 am (UTC)He shakes his head, "But why? You moved completely across the coast because of what happened back there. What about that sounds like something you need to rush back to?"
He drags one leg up to fold under him and his other leg he draws toward his chest, "Im-pa-tient," he practically sings the word, nudging her knee with his free foot. but in the same breath, he's lighting the joint he'd rolled earlier.