[ she maintains her dropped gaze right up until he's suddenly there in front of her, looking every bit like he belongs. like that seat had been meant for him.
had it? ]
You must be tired of this view by now.
[ enough days seated across each other in their dingy little office, but her words aren't nearly as accusatory as she'd intended them to be, but rather more defensive because she knows it is a new sight in its own way — her hair loose around her face, freckled cheeks flushed from overindulging, stuffed into a fitted dress courtesy of a certain fashion-forward time traveller — and that it should leave her feeling self-conscious, but the beers have left her bones feeling heavy enough she doesn't manage more than a slight shift in her seat.
then suddenly she's leaning forward, like she's sharing a secret. ]
I should warn you. I've been drinking.
[ but what she's actually warning him for she... doesn't elaborate. from the slow blink she gives him, it could very well be she'd already forgotten. ]
no subject
had it? ]
You must be tired of this view by now.
[ enough days seated across each other in their dingy little office, but her words aren't nearly as accusatory as she'd intended them to be, but rather more defensive because she knows it is a new sight in its own way — her hair loose around her face, freckled cheeks flushed from overindulging, stuffed into a fitted dress courtesy of a certain fashion-forward time traveller — and that it should leave her feeling self-conscious, but the beers have left her bones feeling heavy enough she doesn't manage more than a slight shift in her seat.
then suddenly she's leaning forward, like she's sharing a secret. ]
I should warn you. I've been drinking.
[ but what she's actually warning him for she... doesn't elaborate. from the slow blink she gives him, it could very well be she'd already forgotten. ]