Alright, that sounds absolutely disgusting, and it’s hilarious; popping heads is all fine and dandy, but there are a few lines even he won’t cross. Drinking pulpy demon? Definitely one of those.
There’s a snort, a toothy grin to go with her smirk, and a very careful elbow in her side, and for all intents and purposes, this is as close to relaxed as he can possibly get. Shitty food, cheesy movie (although he’s very here for the eye candy siblings), and good company. Friend. It’s a strange word, feels strange to parse over in his head, but it fits. He shifts a bit on the couch, letting her lean a bit more comfortably, and yeah, that seems to be okay. He could maybe get used to this. Funny, how such little things are so hard. Violence, sex, all par for the course, but companionship? Still difficult.
He mutters something about blood being awful for showering around a mouthful of noodles, but it’s pretty difficult to make out the actual words. Whatever, they’re not too important, especially not when there’s a loud explosion from the holo display, because alright, that’s pretty cool. Explosions? Always good in his book, unless they-
Oh, there’s an incessant noise from his glasses.
Annoying, really. There shouldn’t be anything important going on, he doesn’t really have any other acquaintances (friends, really) that would bother to message him at this time of night, and sure as shit he’s technically off the clock. Really, the urge to ignore whomever is trying to get ahold of him is incredibly high, but the noise won’t stop, and so he regrettably reaches to grab the damn things and figure out what’s going on.
All it takes is a cursory glance at his messages. Tension bleeds back into him, evident in the way his jaw clenches and his eyes narrow ever so slightly. He’s careful to not jostle her too much as he extracts himself form the couch, and there’s a mumbled apology as he rises. Everything is set down, and there’s a casual wave, “back in a moment.”
With that, he exits Orion’s apartment, and it’s certainly more than a moment; nearly fifteen minutes pass before the door opens again, but he’s true to his word. He offers no explanation as he worms his way back onto the couch, there’s a very faint acrid chemical stench that fades after a moment or two, but then it’s back to steadfastly concentrating on the movie. If he’s a bit quieter than before, he brings no attention to it, “did I miss much?”
Re: 170 - evening -
There’s a snort, a toothy grin to go with her smirk, and a very careful elbow in her side, and for all intents and purposes, this is as close to relaxed as he can possibly get. Shitty food, cheesy movie (although he’s very here for the eye candy siblings), and good company. Friend. It’s a strange word, feels strange to parse over in his head, but it fits. He shifts a bit on the couch, letting her lean a bit more comfortably, and yeah, that seems to be okay. He could maybe get used to this. Funny, how such little things are so hard. Violence, sex, all par for the course, but companionship? Still difficult.
He mutters something about blood being awful for showering around a mouthful of noodles, but it’s pretty difficult to make out the actual words. Whatever, they’re not too important, especially not when there’s a loud explosion from the holo display, because alright, that’s pretty cool. Explosions? Always good in his book, unless they-
Oh, there’s an incessant noise from his glasses.
Annoying, really. There shouldn’t be anything important going on, he doesn’t really have any other acquaintances (friends, really) that would bother to message him at this time of night, and sure as shit he’s technically off the clock. Really, the urge to ignore whomever is trying to get ahold of him is incredibly high, but the noise won’t stop, and so he regrettably reaches to grab the damn things and figure out what’s going on.
All it takes is a cursory glance at his messages. Tension bleeds back into him, evident in the way his jaw clenches and his eyes narrow ever so slightly. He’s careful to not jostle her too much as he extracts himself form the couch, and there’s a mumbled apology as he rises. Everything is set down, and there’s a casual wave, “back in a moment.”
With that, he exits Orion’s apartment, and it’s certainly more than a moment; nearly fifteen minutes pass before the door opens again, but he’s true to his word. He offers no explanation as he worms his way back onto the couch, there’s a very faint acrid chemical stench that fades after a moment or two, but then it’s back to steadfastly concentrating on the movie. If he’s a bit quieter than before, he brings no attention to it, “did I miss much?”