Works for me. I had incredible willpower and didn't eat it all while I was cooking, so. Should be proud.
[She talks, because of course she does. Honestly, she can be quiet when she wants, it just isn't often that she wants to be quiet.
South does notice how he hasn't done much personal decorating or anything. It kind of reminds her of Maine, before their fancy home. Even now there isn't much in his own decorations there, she doesn't understand how anyone could leave things so plain. But she always did like a splash of color in life, so.
She scoots on close to watch him, not bothering to help, exactly, but watching contently.]
Don't entertain many guest, huh? Ya know, it won't kill you to hang a photo, get a throw rug, have more dishes. Just saying.
I've been saving what I've earned for more practical additions. Clothing, appliances. Decorations are not priority at the moment.
[ Ever the pragmatic one. How South stood being around him at all, he'd never understand. They couldn't be more opposite to one another.
Yet here she was. Offering these gestures of friendship that even those he'd had plenty in common with wouldn't have given over without asking something in return. It buys her a little trust, a little tolerance, a little space in his life while he brings the dishes down to start doling out helpings of rice and seafood. ]
I mean, I guess that makes sense. Kinda sucks though, would think it'd make being here harder. I'd go nuts if I didn't have at least something familiar or that I like around.
[Honestly, South doesn't know what is with Locus, why she kinda wants be around him, get friendly. She could argue his dick or body are enough reason, he's pretty attractive and she wouldn't mind doing a fuckton of things with him.
But, she can't really say that's all it is. She has no longing to get his clothes off right now and she's wanting to stick around, she wouldn't say no but- just hanging out sounds nice. She doesn't have a reason off the top of her head, and she's not going to go digging around for one right now.
Instead, she doesn't question it at all, just leans next to him and studies his face a second before shrugging]
What stuff do you like? Like. Places, scenery? Animals? And don't say 'I don't know' cause you gotta like something.
[That just sounds all kinds of sad and depressing, but it's not exactly unexpected or new. She doesn't know him really, yet, but it's not surprising he'd be most familiar with things being so...plain? She'd say boring but, that's mean.
Instead, she just shrugs, still studying his face and offering another lopsided smile]
Ya know, most things can be replaced. And it's nice to have before you lose it or anything. And- you didn't answer my question about what things you like.
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[She talks, because of course she does. Honestly, she can be quiet when she wants, it just isn't often that she wants to be quiet.
South does notice how he hasn't done much personal decorating or anything. It kind of reminds her of Maine, before their fancy home. Even now there isn't much in his own decorations there, she doesn't understand how anyone could leave things so plain. But she always did like a splash of color in life, so.
She scoots on close to watch him, not bothering to help, exactly, but watching contently.]
Don't entertain many guest, huh? Ya know, it won't kill you to hang a photo, get a throw rug, have more dishes. Just saying.
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[ Ever the pragmatic one. How South stood being around him at all, he'd never understand. They couldn't be more opposite to one another.
Yet here she was. Offering these gestures of friendship that even those he'd had plenty in common with wouldn't have given over without asking something in return. It buys her a little trust, a little tolerance, a little space in his life while he brings the dishes down to start doling out helpings of rice and seafood. ]
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[Honestly, South doesn't know what is with Locus, why she kinda wants be around him, get friendly. She could argue his dick or body are enough reason, he's pretty attractive and she wouldn't mind doing a fuckton of things with him.
But, she can't really say that's all it is. She has no longing to get his clothes off right now and she's wanting to stick around, she wouldn't say no but- just hanging out sounds nice. She doesn't have a reason off the top of her head, and she's not going to go digging around for one right now.
Instead, she doesn't question it at all, just leans next to him and studies his face a second before shrugging]
What stuff do you like? Like. Places, scenery? Animals? And don't say 'I don't know' cause you gotta like something.
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[ The familiar edges of a frown crease his lips. ]
Allowing yourself to grow attached to material things is foolish. They are temporary. Capable of being lost or left behind at a moment's notice.
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Instead, she just shrugs, still studying his face and offering another lopsided smile]
Ya know, most things can be replaced. And it's nice to have before you lose it or anything. And- you didn't answer my question about what things you like.