so text me in the morning; tell me you still love me

[cocanuts]

[continued memes]

Comments

[inflections]

You don't have to be.

[ everyone is good and bad at something. at the end of the day, she's just as bad at self-preservation, always the first to put herself in the line of fire for others. she cares too much, despite all the things she's been through. but she's also still here, still alive. that has to count for something. ]

I can teach you. Cooking.

[upperdosed]

Then we'd have to fire you and Worick.

[ it's a joke but he shakes his head no. he's not really interested in skills like cooking or learning trivial information on how to remove glitter from your body. he's got a short life span and wants to fill it with fighting. maybe the occasional hangout with a friend or kitten rescuing. but nothing more, nothing less.]

Got to keep job security somehow.

[inflections]

If you say so.

[ she wasn't expecting anything different, but the offer was there anyway. she shifts in her spot, turning to face him and tucking her legs up against her. it's easier to forget the chill now, with their hands still loosely held together and knees occasionally bumping against each other. things will be different in the morning, when there's less room for quiet moments like these, but that's something to be considered later. ]

Better this way. Seeing you fold clothing was a little strange.

[upperdosed]

Tch.

[his eyes roll as he shakes his head. with another 'tch' he closes his eyes and shifts slightly in his spot on the couch to better trap his warmth. he might be a space heater with his broad limbs but he still gets cold at times. when he's finally settled in comfortably, he opens his eyes, and looks at alex.]

Your signing- [a brief pause.] has gotten better.

[he leaves it at that. usually he wouldn't have commented on such things but he appreciates the effort and alex had noticeably improved in her communication. and what better moment to comment on the improvement then now?]

[inflections]

[ he usually wouldn't, would more likely say the opposite or that he can't understand her. it's never deterred her from practicing, but now that she's gotten that acknowledgement, she almost doesn't know what to say. ]

Thank you. [ small movements, hesitant. ] Still need practice. I can't keep up with you sometimes.

[ though that might be a little less her fault and more that nic is an asshole. but that's just the way he's always been. ]

[upperdosed]

You can't be good at everything.

[most of it lays with nic being an asshole. but he once learned from, in nic's opinion, a bigger asshole. he hesitates before signing the next part.]

Work on your speed.

[and just like that he's back to being an ass.]

[inflections]

[ when isn't he an ass, though, is the real question. she blows her bangs out of her face with a huff. ]

Work on your attitude.

[ a joke, despite the frown. there's no real heat behind it, anyway; this is how he always is, and she's gotten used to it. but two can play this game, and she nudges his shin with her foot. ]

[upperdosed]

[he responds in possibly the most childish way, by sticking out his tongue and poking her shoulder. honestly, alex really is working for two giant toddlers. nic smirks, shaking his head to disagree.]

This is my best attitude, I don't know what you're talking about.

[he places emphasis on the best by making the sign a bit wider than the rest, looking alex in the eye as if to dare her to challenge his superiority in attitude.]