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I spaced out.

[She unceremoniously drops her bag to the floor and takes off her shoes. Her outfit of choice had been a hooded sweater, a casual top, and shorts... not the best for rainy weather.]

Granted, I do that a lot already, but when it rains, I get even more distracted. And before I know it, I get my second shower of the day... Damn it.

[And she's struggling with taking off her sweater due to it being weighed down by rainwater, good job Lien.]

Edited 2015-03-04 07:59 (UTC)

Good to know that my Master isn't deathly afraid of water, I guess.

[ Pulling himself up and off of the couch, he strides on over towards Lien and

starts trying to help her out of her shirt, oh my god ]

[Well, the sweater's off, success!! That just leaves the rest of her soaked self though.] Thanks.

[She sets her glasses aside and makes a few strides over to the sink to squeeze out water from her braid, geez how does this girl deal with herself.]

Heh. It's like the first day we met, huh? I cared even less back then though.

You cared less, and you talked less.

[ He takes her soaked sweater and walks over towards the dining room, pulls out a chair and hangs the shirt off of the back of it. What a handful. ]

[She makes a quick trip to the bathroom to grab a towel and she comes back out with it over her head.]

Well, I'm talking normally now aren't I?

[ While she was away, he'd taken it upon himself to rifle through the pantry and take out what he thinks is something she might like— hot cocoa mix...? Is that like tea, he assumes it is. The point here is that he's making An Effort. ]

You're talking, period. At first I thought you were just gonna glare daggers at me for the entire time.

Eh. It worked out in the end.

[Huh. She allows him to try and figure out the cocoa mix himself, privately amused that he's attempting such a mundane act. Lien just takes a chair from the kitchen table, sitting on it cross-legged, watching him while drying her hair.]

Besides, it can't be the first time a girl's glared daggers at you in your lifetime.

[ He knows how to boil water, so he sets to work doing that, followed by an intense staring match with the instructions on the back of the packaging to glean how much of it he should use. He talks while he battles it out with the mix, aggravation catching up with him halfway as he dumps approximately half of the box into a mug. Whatever!! ]

Yeah, but they usually slept with me afterwards.

[ Reaching for the milk to dump that in there too, finesse is for losers. ]

[She sputters at first, but then muffles her laughter into her towel. Partly at his cocoa mix skills and at his reply. Lien manages to catch her breath to ask: ]

Only usually?

[Look at this girl, not respecting him a bit!]

Anyways, I got the movie! You'll finally get to see what the fuss I make around it is about.

Edited (oh my god my grammar and spelling!!!) 2015-03-11 08:28 (UTC)

Most of the time. [ Is his correction, but clearly he looks amused at her lack of respect for his swag; he doesn't begrudge her for it, though.

The cocoa looks like sludge, but he stirs it with a spoon to get it to be less... of a solid. ]

This better be good, you've made it sound amazing enough.

I don't know whether you'll be impressed in the end or not, but at least it'll be entertaining??

[She stands up to go set up the DVD, but before that...]

Add some more milk to the pot. We're trying to drink that, not eat it.

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Milk?

[ Ah, what a good idea!! He does as suggested, and the whole effort looks slightly less disastrous and marginally more...edible. Success! ]

Alright, I'm ready. Let's see what this movie is made of.

[ And he flops down onto the couch, patting the fairly small space left remaining on it when he settles in. ]

[Well, that's a small space, but she's a small person thankfully. Lien sits down, with the remote in one hand, gathering up her legs so that one arm is wrapped around them. (When was the last time she sat with someone else like this? Would she allow it in the future with another...)

Ah, such troublesome thoughts. Tonight's supposed to be low key and relaxing with a violent action movie to help round it out and the possible thunderstorm. Lien presses "Play" and it begins.]

Here it goes then.

[Her voice settles down and her eyes are glued to the screen.

Admittedly, it starts off slow at first. But since movies were a different medium of storytelling, it's as if several eyes were all over the place, introducing the people who were part of this convoluted scheme; Detective Lieutenant John McClane, his estranged wife Holly McClane (shown to be a firm and strong woman in her own right), the band of thieves holding the building hostage under the guise of an ideal, lead by...]

... And there's our Hans.

See, you don't have to compete with much.

[ Lancer, of course, makes all the appropriate commentary at all the right times: pointing out what a sleazeball Harry is (accurately predicting his death), showing mild approval about Argyle, remarking that he has no idea why John McClane coming from New Jersey is important to the story but not really caring.

Hans, though. He snorts, nudges Lien carefully with his elbow. ]

Probably would've taken it a little personally if I lost to this guy. Also asked you to go get your eyes checked.

What, you're the standard I have to use now?

[Lien glances at Lancer with that thinking look in her eyes again before focusing back on the screen, mumbling to herself.]

Make my life more difficult, will you?

[She's been noticing the obvious things and the little things. She's been looking. (Has there been another person she looked at? Was there anyone who looked at her...?)

Oh look, the action's really starting to escalate now. McClane, with his limited resources and zero armor and zero shoes to boot, is braving the tall building, a man against a veritable army of well-armed thieves and incompetent authority figures save for the one policeman on his side. Hans Gruber and McClane's conversation over the walkies-talkies ends with of course...]

"Yippee ki yay, motherfucker!"

[Lien sighs dreamily.]

You just don't get to say a line like that in everyday life.

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[ On his end, Lancer isn't dense enough not to notice the looking. It's a change, that's for sure, and he's not at all averse to it if it didn't entail sticky things about their situation: that he's on borrowed time, for one. But he won't begrudge her honesty or the way she seems...happier? if he can make that assessment about her, which he does.

So he scoots closer, tilts her a little forcefully to settle Lien's head on his shoulder. She can get mad if she wants, he's prepared to take it. ]

You're one strange little lady, you know that?

[ Not just because he doesn't know wtf the yippie ky whatever thing is. He sounds fond, though: pleased. ]

[Oh. OH.

This. This is bad. Lien's not sure why that was the first thought that came up in her mind as Lancer makes her lean on his shoulder, but yeah. This is bad. The feeling, wherever it's coming from, is starting to bubble up dangerously.

She's able to reply, but it's fairly mild even for her.]

Um. Well, I'm a magus so I think that comes with the territory.

[Focus on the movie, focus on the movie, you already did something like this...!

Shit, her cheeks are feeling warm. She doesn't move from resting on Lancer's shoulder (she doesn't want to), but she does shift a little so her face is buried into her arms and her eyes are barely peeking from above, enough to continue watching the movie.

That is a LOT of explosions.]

Edited (sob my grammar) 2015-05-26 04:24 (UTC)

[ That's not what he was talking about, but he lets it go to drink in her reaction instead: let it never be said that Cu Chulainn is above having fun at a cute girl's expense. He keeps her in place with an elbow on her shoulder and his hand on her hair, idly thumbing at the rim of her glasses when his hands get bored of staying in one spot.

But really, damn these are a lot of explosions. ]

Damn, these 'FBI' guys have no idea what they're doing.

[ He's as casual as can be. Jerk. ]

Nn.

[Just a non-committal noise this time, but she does use one hand to push her glasses up so that they're sitting on the top of her head when he starts playing with them. Right now, McClane and Hans are having their first face to face encounter, but Lien's not quite paying attention at that current moment.

This is heavy. But having someone next to her and just sharing a simple moment in time like this was a pleasant sort of burden. This normally wouldn't happen with her. Magi already shut out enough unnecessary people in their lives, but Lien did that even more. She even shut out her own twin at some point even though she convinced herself it was for the best. She tried to convince herself about a lot of things even before she met Cu Chulainn, but sitting here now, Lien knows she's just been lost, but refusing to find direction because wanting something meant she'd get hurt and she didn't know if she ever really healed from the moment she woke up in that horrific room 10 years ago.

John McClane's and Hans Gruber's laughter snaps her out of her reverie; look, she doesn't want to miss the climax, it's great stuff.]

Oh! We're almost near the end.

[Outside, the low rumble of thunder can be heard and the rain is beginning to come down harder. Her head sinks into Lancer's shoulder some more almost naturally.

... It's annoying. Lien wants to squash down those faint whispers, wishing for the impossible. But that resolve weakens because even though her future is uncertain, the present moment is just too good to resist.]

[ For Lancer, things boil down to whether or not he can make things easier for Lien in the long run, and he believes that yeah, this will help her. He's not fatalistic, even if he's aware of a lot of futilities that come along with...being him, really. A lot about his life is ironic, but he doesn't confuse his life with hers: she deserves something a little upbeat.

He barely notices the threat of a storm under all of these explosions and gunshots, pulls out his hairtie to let his hair fall loosely around his shoulders and against Lien. ]

Whoa, there he goes.

[ Hans is falling, falling... ]

Bye Gruber. You had a great silly accent while it lasted.

[She says this while her eyes glance ever so slightly at Lancer as he unties his hair. She quietly decides without much debate that she likes the way he looks when it's down like that.

Detective Lieutenant John McClane and his wife Holly McClane live to see another day and the credits begin to roll by the time all the characters that were still alive had their focus and the hero gets his well-deserved praise. Lien sits up straight and stretches out her arms and then stands up to take out the DVD.]

So now, you know the tale of the hero who went through a tall building with a limited inventory and no shoes to save his wife and innocent bystanders. Fun times!

[She takes out the DVD and there's another roll of thunder...]

Ah, it's really bad weather outside isn't it? I wonder if Ai...

[There's a noisy crack of lightning and the lights inside the apartment suddenly blink, dim, and turn off altogether leaving the both of them in the dark.]

Oh. Damn!

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[ He has to admit, he liked it. The movie, he means— and Lien's company by association (which is probably the more important of the two). He can still feel her weight resting on his shoulder, even when she pulls up and away, mingling with the scent of her hair.

Dangerous.

There'd be a comment about how Alan was a pretty great guy, and how he wants to ride a limo like the one Argyle had, but it's lost along with the lights.

Thank god heroic spirits can see well in the dark. ]

—Hey, what's going on here. Are we being attacked?

[Lien takes off her glasses, setting them on top of the TV.]

It's a blackout. When the thunderstorm's strong enough, it's enough to disrupt the lights and electronics around the area so we're gonna have to make do without those two for a while.

You know, like ye olden times. Let's see, I should have candles in the kitchen...

[Her eyes adjust to the darkness, but... - Ah, why not. She takes off one glove and concentrates on making prana run through the Circuits in her hand causing it to glow, illuminating the apartment slightly. Lien makes her way over to the kitchen, taking out some candles, placing them on the table, and lighting them up.]

There, that oughta do it.

Doesn't take much getting used to, not for me.

[ Imagine a world where faeries and mysticism were much more commonplace than lights and electronics: Cu's right at home in this storm, actually. He even opens one of the windows closest to him and sticks his head out into the rain like a big blue dog, blinking water out of his eyes before pulling back inside. ]

At least it waited for us to finish the movie, huh. Small favors.

[She smiles at the sight of him sticking his head out in the rain before lighting another candle, bringing it over to the couch area to spread the light more evenly. The candle's warm glow illuminates her face and even her eyes.

After placing the candle on the small table next to the couch, she plops herself down, looking at him expectantly.]

What did you think? It's your first movie after all.

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