[ he strolls in like he wasn't waiting on her call, her permission, or anyone else's cue. he surveys the room first; criticizes the mats, the dishes, whatever she's currently calling targets. Brian tries to pull something from it, something about her. failing that, the silent but not necessarily cold gaze turns on her finally. ]
You crazy kids and your hobbies. [ hello, next time, might also be suitable. he moves, winds over her legs where she's seated, hip pressing into the wall because he hasn't decided if he's staying. if he ought to sit on the floor with her. ]
no subject
You crazy kids and your hobbies. [ hello, next time, might also be suitable. he moves, winds over her legs where she's seated, hip pressing into the wall because he hasn't decided if he's staying. if he ought to sit on the floor with her. ]