post-PFSB EP
Jul. 15th, 2012 08:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hasthehighgroundClint walks through the door into his (empty) apartment, and slings the bounce-y ball with all of his force into the bathroom. He hears it hitting off of the tiles before there're a series of plastic thuds as containers are knocked onto the floor, then silence. He sighs; tries to breathe deep, but can't manage it. He pinches the bridge of his nose instead, and slides down the wall so he's resting on the balls of his feet, facing the front door.
He can do this. He just --
He just.
He can do this. He just --
He just.
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Date: 2012-07-16 08:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-16 09:31 am (UTC)Eventually: "You have a good day, baby doll?"
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Date: 2012-07-16 09:50 am (UTC)"I did. I did nothing in particular, and it was decadent."
Pause.
"And I found The Master and Margarita in Russian. The uncensored version, even."
She is very pleased with this.
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Date: 2012-07-16 10:03 am (UTC)...Wait.
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Date: 2012-07-16 10:04 am (UTC)She lifts her head to look at him.
Stare at him.
Same thing.
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Date: 2012-07-16 10:11 am (UTC)Is she? Had he assumed she was planning on it? He hasn't really looked too hard at the situation since she showed up at his door without forewarning after they got back from New Zealand almost two months ago.
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Date: 2012-07-16 10:16 am (UTC)"I'd like to stay. But. Somewhere bigger would be...good."
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Date: 2012-07-16 10:29 am (UTC)...This seems to have exhausted Clint's planning capacity. He presses a kiss into her hair, and rolls to his feet. He stares into the kitchen for a moment, then down at her.
"Waffles?" he queries; it's both would you like some and have you taken my ingredients.
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Date: 2012-07-16 10:37 am (UTC)"Waffles sound amazing."
Lunch was a while ago for her. And, not much of one.