[ because the zombie apocalypse is a bad end she really is worried about, but it's the fear of indirectly causing real damage to the people she loves the most that shows when she looks at the mirror.
graves. so many graves, with her as the last zombie standing. ]
Anyway, you're just going to have to deal with unbrushed-hair Liv for a while.
[ And he is... he may have been bored af on his own today, having nothing planned for after patrol and training. There's a small bag hanging from his shoulder -- he's brought her lunch and a hairbrush. Just in case. ]
[ she'll greet him with a kiss, shameless because they're alone for a moment. and then she'll peer around his arm at the bag, curiosity obviously piqued. ]
[ It's just what he made for lunch, a spicy brain pasta salad with canned veggies. He's got a fork, too, no worries. The container and utensil get passed over with a smile. His fingers brush hers. ]
Any lunch brought to you by a delivery guy as cute as you are is fancy. [ liv grins at him, taking a seat and folding her legs in the seat with her as she begins to dig in. it's good! ]
And yeah. A little boring, but... it's hard to be mad that people aren't hurt.
[ liv can't help it: the little grin she gives him is fond and completely amused, even as she leans her head just slightly into the touch as he tucks her hair back. ]
You don't have to babysit me, Drake, it's okay, I promise. I'll keep myself entertained. And - yeah, sure. Do you know an artist?
[ she spears a piece of spicy pasta, offering it out to him. ]
Maybe I need the babysitting. Or at least a play date. This metaphor is getting kinda weird, but you know what I mean. I've got nothing to do today.
[ He just had lunch himself but accepts the bite anyway, swallowing before he answers. ]
Yeah. You've seen Ephemera's stuff already. He's got a big landscape in the kitchen now... I figured I'd ask what you liked artwise before making any decisions about what to ask for.
[ liv's shoulders shake a little with laughter when the metaphor seems to run away with him. ]
Someone else should be in soon... I'll see if I can take off early, okay?
[ the last part gives her pause, though, and she thinks while she chews. ]
And you know... Peyton was always the one who handled interior decoration. Swear I'm not doing the 'dodgy girlfriend' thing, but really, I'll be happy with anything. Just - art will be nice.
I'd like that. I feel like I don't get enough time with you, somehow.
[ Their schedules don't overlap very well. Drake smiles at her response, too, nodding. Art will be nice. And an excuse to hang out and watch Ephemera paint. He's only really gotten to see the art after it's painted, not the process. ]
I'm a little homesick... I was thinking a park scene with the skyline behind it?
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Sort of. Not exactly?
I told you that I used to be really close with my family, right?
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[ because the zombie apocalypse is a bad end she really is worried about, but it's the fear of indirectly causing real damage to the people she loves the most that shows when she looks at the mirror.
graves. so many graves, with her as the last zombie standing. ]
Anyway, you're just going to have to deal with unbrushed-hair Liv for a while.
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I'll brush your hair for you.
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And gee, Drake, I dunno. That's awfully intimate...
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You're kidding, right? I can't tell through text but I think we're past intimate at this point.
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Yes, babe. I am kidding.
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Ugh why do you have to work so much?
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And also because if I don't keep myself busy I'll probably go crazy. That part is secondary to the first part, though.
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Is it actually busy or can I come down and keep you company?
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[ And he is... he may have been bored af on his own today, having nothing planned for after patrol and training. There's a small bag hanging from his shoulder -- he's brought her lunch and a hairbrush. Just in case. ]
Hey babe.
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[ she'll greet him with a kiss, shameless because they're alone for a moment. and then she'll peer around his arm at the bag, curiosity obviously piqued. ]
Please tell me there's something for me in that.
[ she's actually super hungry. ]
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[ It's just what he made for lunch, a spicy brain pasta salad with canned veggies. He's got a fork, too, no worries. The container and utensil get passed over with a smile. His fingers brush hers. ]
It's been quiet all day?
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And yeah. A little boring, but... it's hard to be mad that people aren't hurt.
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I should have brought you a book or something. Or-- hey. I forgot to ask, how do you feel about getting some art done at our place?
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You don't have to babysit me, Drake, it's okay, I promise. I'll keep myself entertained. And - yeah, sure. Do you know an artist?
[ she spears a piece of spicy pasta, offering it out to him. ]
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[ He just had lunch himself but accepts the bite anyway, swallowing before he answers. ]
Yeah. You've seen Ephemera's stuff already. He's got a big landscape in the kitchen now... I figured I'd ask what you liked artwise before making any decisions about what to ask for.
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Someone else should be in soon... I'll see if I can take off early, okay?
[ the last part gives her pause, though, and she thinks while she chews. ]
And you know... Peyton was always the one who handled interior decoration. Swear I'm not doing the 'dodgy girlfriend' thing, but really, I'll be happy with anything. Just - art will be nice.
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[ Their schedules don't overlap very well. Drake smiles at her response, too, nodding. Art will be nice. And an excuse to hang out and watch Ephemera paint. He's only really gotten to see the art after it's painted, not the process. ]
I'm a little homesick... I was thinking a park scene with the skyline behind it?
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Think he could do the actual Seattle skyline?
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Weird to think about still, isn't it?
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