I look like a fucking Barbie doll.
you look like a goddess.
You look amazing, as usual.
Ugh.
Come to America and let me love you.
*glances at, looks back at desk*
It’s nothing, really. Just…
*shrugs*
I should be there. It’s not fair for me to be safe when there are men over there who aren’t.*looks at contemplatively*
….Steven…you just got back, alright you’ve been putting your life up for 4 months now, makin the rest of us back here worry about you….
*covers up with a smirk* give America a break, huh hero?
*chuckles dryly*
*half shake of head*
You know that’s not why I do it.
*shrugs, looks away*
*scratches grains in desk with finger*
’S been fine, I guess.*tilts head to examine expression*
Steve….you can tell me…
*glances at, looks back at desk*
It’s nothing, really. Just…
*shrugs*
I should be there. It’s not fair for me to be safe when there are men over there who aren’t.
*smiles as rests head on hand*
I’m not much for going out; you know that by now.
*looks fondly at*
can’t blame a boy for tryin….
*pulls up desk chair and straddles it*
so-how’s it been since you got back?
*shrugs, looks away*
*scratches grains in desk with finger*
’S been fine, I guess.
*grins despite self*
*shuts window and collapses into chair*
*tired wave*
How are ya, Howard?*hangs coat on hook and pockets hands*
all dressed up with no place to go but-
*smiles down at* happy to see you, kid…
*smiles as rests head on hand*
I’m not much for going out; you know that by now.
*face scrunches up as thinks*
Okay, come up.
he really had to think before letting me come up? …..hm*scampers up to second floor and lets himself in*
man of the hour has arrived!
*grins despite self*
*shuts window and collapses into chair*
*tired wave*
How are ya, Howard?
*frowns*
*shifts back a little*
I’m sorry to be a killjoy, but I’d really like to know where we’re going before I agree to it.*shrugs* the Palace Ballroom but….
lemme come up then?
*face scrunches up as thinks*
Okay, come up.
*mouth twists in distaste*
Are there going to be lots of girls there?
*genuinely* most likely, but I won’t make you talk to them or dance with them…
*frowns*
*shifts back a little*
I’m sorry to be a killjoy, but I’d really like to know where we’re going before I agree to it.
*clamps mouth shut, blinks at*
Where are you expecting me to go?
*pockets hands in fancy pants wool coat*
with me, obviously….I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.
*mouth twists in distaste*
Are there going to be lots of girls there?
*widens eyes at suit, looks down at own plain t-shirt and army-issue trousers*
Um. What?
*grin widens*
tuxedo. I know you have one in there, you wore it at the conference I held. get it on.
*clamps mouth shut, blinks at*
Where are you expecting me to go?
