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[culver]

WHO: Nill & Davesprite.
WHERE: Da park.
WHEN: Sunday afternoon.
WARNINGS: Nada.
SUMMARY: Meeting and things.
FORMAT: Quickie.

[The past couple of weeks had not been easy. Damian's port-out had hit Nill harder than she wanted to admit, even to Kate. He had been the tough constant in her life for two years. Losing him to the porter's whims had left a bitter feeling in her heart, and acting as if it hadn't was more difficult than she'd imagined. She had started taking the long way back to the apartment from work, and now that it was warmer outside, that path had started leading her through a park.

Even though it's nice enough outside for shorts, jeans and sneakers are required at the shoppe, though she's shed her usual wing-hiding cardigan to enjoy the sun on her shoulders and wings. After a few minutes of wandering, Nill pushes her bangs from her eyes and looks up to be greeted by a familiar mop of blonde hair. Automatically, she smiles and adjusts her course towards him. Her wings stretch, and she gently taps Davesprite's shoulder, looking curiously at the newspaper on the table in front of him, all marked up.]

Comments

[cawky]

[Davesprite had been dozing in the sun, having woken up early to get Rose off his ass about getting a job and to try and prove Kanaya wrong. It had become somewhat of a game, pissing her off as much as possible. It wasn't one he was super invested in, but it made time pass. It was starting to get a bit hot in his jeans and nondescript black shirt, but since he was half passed out on the table, it didn't really seem to register.

Said hair of blonde jerks up when Nill taps him on the shoulder, one hand flying to fix his sunglasses as he glances over his shoulder to look at her. Instinctively, he starts folding the newspaper back up.]

Sup Nill.

[culver]

[Nill jumps slightly at how quickly he sits up. She hadn't realized he was asleep, or almost there. She straightens abruptly, pushing her bangs from her eyes to get a better look at him (and that newspaper). She squints slightly, trying to see what it is, even moving around the table to try and see it more clearly. When he speaks, she raises a hand to give him a small wave.]

[cawky]

[Its not hard to notice her eyeing the paper. He squints a little and rolls it up more swiftly and offers it. Most of the classifieds have been circled and scribbled out.]

S'all your's. Ain't like it helped me any.

[culver]

[The blonde plops down on the opposite side of the picnic table as him, smoothing out the paper once more. She recognizes many of the places he's considered. Nill looks up, tilting her head a little. It hadn't helped him?]

[cawky]

I'm too cool for them. Its ok, I understand, its a pretty common problem when it comes to me.

[He shrugs on the other side of the table and leans into his hand tiredly.]

[culver]

[That makes her roll her eyes, though a small smile does find her lips. Her bad mood is slowly but surely dissipating. Nill looks over the classifies again, and points at a few places that sound promising before gesturing to herself. She could go with him, if he likes.]

[cawky]

[Davesprite observes her gesturing, and he sits up.]

Not that I'd mind, but I gotta do this myself. Whenever I do it again.

[culver]

[There's a brief pause, her finger still hovering over the newspaper, before she nods. She understands that. Carefully, she refolds the paper and pushes it towards him, leaving her hand on the table, palm-up, in case he wants to have a conversation that is less one-sided.]

[cawky]

[Davesprite pulls the paper back toward him and seems torn between leaving it alone and crumpling it. He eventually settles for leaving it alone and resting his palm over her's while the other grinds the heel of his hand into his forehead.]

They should pay us just for living here.

[culver]

[Nill curls her fingers a bit, idly trying to find his pulse in his wrist. Her brows raise, and she tilts her head forward slightly.]

We do get paid for living here. Every Thursday.

[cawky]

--wanna run that by me again?

[She might feel his pulse skip for a second if she finds it at the right moment.]

[culver]

[She has no such luck.]

We all have accounts linked to our tags. We get two hundred dollars every Thursday. [A beat.] You did not know?

[cawky]

[A very long and awkward pause.]

I mean, who doesn't know that, right?

[Excuse him while he crumples up the classifies in his other hand.]

[culver]

[She feels as if she has just ruined something somewhat important.]

A job is still not a bad idea. Two hundred dollars a week really is not much.

[cawky]

S'nough for me.

[He grins, as if a huge weight had just been lifted off his shoulders. Granted, there was still the matter of the fact that he felt the need to prove to Kanaya that he could do it...but the guilt from leaving Rose to take care of everything was gone.]

Haven't touched it since I got here anyway.

[culver]

[And she can't help but smile as well. It's good to see him like that, after all the months of sulking. Hell, it's good to see him at all, really. She hadn't made an appearance at that house in quite a while, even if it made her sad to stay away. She lifts her thumb and gives his wrist a slight squeeze.]

Then you have a lot saved up. I am glad I told you.

[cawky]

Nah, I totally knew that. I was just saving it for a rainy day.

[Davesprite, its sunny and hot.]

[culver]

[Rolls her eyes. That was sort of lame, even for him.]

What will you do with it?

[cawky]

Buying a golden toilet sounds like an awesome idea. Or a pair of grills. That one is less cool than a golden toilet.

[He rubs the back of his neck.]

Or I might just give it to Rose.

[culver]

[A golden toilet seat. Somehow, she is less surprised than she anticipated. The last part, though...]

Would she take it?

[cawky]

Well, we have like. Taxes and shit I guess. For the house.

[Despite being the oldest he is clearly the least adult when it comes to money.]

[culver]

Then I am sure she would be grateful.

[cawky]

I still think the golden toilet is a good idea.

[culver]

She might like that less. But it sounds funny.

[cawky]

Less for Rose, more for me. I can admire it when I'm doin' my business. Perks of being a dude.

[culver]

[Davesprite why did you suddenly make this conversation about your dick.]

Maybe the taxes would be better.

[cawky]

[Are you really asking that question to a Strider?]

I bet I can do both.

[culver]

[... No.]

Would you really?

[cawky]

Why not? I could totally afford it.

[What else would he do, buy another cat? Fuck that.]

[culver]

What about saving it?

[cawky]

[Give him a second to think about it.]

Golden Toilet Seat sounds way more fun.

[culver]

[Eyeroll.]

I do not see how a toilet seat can be fun but okay.