“right, and the titanic only had a leak. at least let me look at it …”
“fine.” she’s pouting, it’s quite convincing, really. “ but don’t touch it.”she sticks her arm out dramatically, the gash ran in a semi-circle underneath her elbow, fairly deep, but nothing to worry about too deeply.
“4am snack …” Laughing quietly, Liv let her nose wrinkle, oddly comfortable with the feeling of toes against the back of her thigh. It’s ticklish, but she only moves a little, playfully sticking her tongue out at the other girl. “Maybe I’ll just go with the toast….” Toast went with coffee, didn’t it? Dry toast wasn’t great, but at least it was something. And it would give her something to do. She wasn’t great with silence, when other people were involved. She got nervous. Needed to keep her hands moving. She was too TOUCHY, as a person. And fussing with Kat’s shirt while they talked hardly seemed appropriate at this point, prior events aside. There was a different kind of intimacy involved in that.
Still, when Kat leaned in, she stilled, fingers tapping along the counter as she relaxed. Right. Maybe silence wasn’t the worst, then. Eyes close as she listens to the coffee brew. Admittedly, this was COMFORTABLE. The kind of thing she was reluctant to pull away from. Kat was warm. The kitchen was cold – moving was a small kind of tragedy.
“You know what sounds great? Waffles. Actual breakfast, I mean –” 4am aside, it seemed like a better way to start the day. Something other than black coffee and toast. She’d gotten used to it, but it wasn’t ideal. She smirks absently, regardless, sighing quickly when the coffee pot clicks off. “I should go get that ….”
She wraps a thread hanging free from the hem of her over-sized tee , so tight the tip of her finger darkens, until it snaps free and she smooths the tingling hand up and down her thigh — hoping to get some feeling back into it before Liv looks over and wonders exactly what she’s doing . Idle hands are dangerous ; ergo the obsession with keeping them busy , picking locks, holding hands , braiding hair and cupping a warm mug of coffee .. though now she’s certain the caffeine might only add insult to injury , amplifying tenfold the nervous energy that’s bouncing her legs, and grinding her teeth.
Kat stills, for one brief moment the fidgeting mess is statuesque ; watching something as mundane as coffee being made shouldn’t be able to be so beautifully done, not that Liv wasn’t a beautiful girl, but that even the most base motions , actions, the world slows down for them . She hadn’t even noticed her leaving initially — isolation a natural place, she’s more jarred by the drink she’s offered , following her mild dissociative state .
Rapid blinks dispel the notion that her staring had been a lie , and she wraps both hands around the mug, her smile born graciously.
“ Waffles, eh ? Any place around here open this early — or late ? I could go for some repulsive diner food , only if you’ll go with me. ”
