[ And a few minutes later there's a knock at the door. Not that she was waiting down the hall for his approval or anything, certainly not. She bounces lightly on the balls of her feet as she waits for an answer, pausing for all of half a second before knocking again. She's kind of persistent, Tom. ]
[ He gets a raised eyebrow right back at that, because stalking? Really? It's clearly something much more realistic than that, like psychic abilities of course. Rookie error. ]
If he's going to think that loud of course she's going to find him. [ With a small shrug of her shoulders, she steps away from the door and nods her head down the hall, in the general direction of the kitchens. He gets a bright smile and a hand held out for him as she continues. ]
Means exactly what she says. Pay attention. [ She shrugs a little as she looks at him, then starts to walk towards said kitchens. She checks quickly to make sure that he's actually coming with her, glancing over her shoulder, and then just gives that up in favour of idly walking backwards in front of him. All the better to see you with. ]
You're worried. Scared, a little angry, confused. We all were, it's okay. Perfectly normal, but it makes it very easy to find you. He stands out.
[Well he got told. Seriously tho River are you always this weird? He's trying to play it off like he's fine and while a good sleep has done wonders, he's still a mess.
You're going to trip if you keep doing that.
[But it's a warning through a lopsided smile. It's funny how familiar she feels, but its most likely the fact that she isn't taking any of his shit or being too careful with him. Really he's used to people either being total assholes or treating him like he's some special china teacup. River doesn't do either. It's refreshing.]
Really? What if she does this? [ She smirks a little - really, River can be a little brat at times, and she sure does love a challenge. It's rare that she has good days, days like this where she's almost that teenage girl that she's supposed to be, and Tom's lucky he's gotten his stalker on such a pleasant day.
Challenge in mind, she turns back to face the hall the right way, only not to keep walking. Instead she tips forward into a hand stand and grins brightly at him once she's up before walking forward on her hands for a few feet. Falling forward, she lands on her feet and straightens back up before turning to Tom. She has just about the most smug expression you can imagine on her face when she looks at him, and dips into a little curtsey as she raises her eyebrows. ]
[He can't help but crack a smile, stopping to watch her do her trick. He thinks she's going to fall and break her neck for a second but she seems to have it under control.
That might be the coolest thing he's ever seen.
Tom snorts and puts his hands in his pockets. No big deal, nooothing to see. It's not like that was super incredibly impressive and he is as coordinated as a brick in comparison.]
[ When he snorts she grins widely, doing a little spin before falling in step by his side again, hands in her cardigan pockets to match his posture as she wanders idly by his side. Granted there's far more skipping in her step, but she still keeps her pace matching his. ]
So she's been told. Don't be jealous. [ She teases him with a grin, removing a hand long enough to poke his side, and then abruptly grabs his elbow to turn them round a corner to a set of stairs. ] What does he do when he's not opening jars then? Back home.
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oh my god river for the love of christ
la la la la don't say i didn't warn you
/gently sobs
youloveit
/sobs harder
8D
[ Wow Tom she is a deadly trained assassin she doesn't just "have trouble opening jars". Except for, you know, when she does. ]
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If you need help let me know. I'm pretty good with jars.
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[ And a few minutes later there's a knock at the door. Not that she was waiting down the hall for his approval or anything, certainly not. She bounces lightly on the balls of her feet as she waits for an answer, pausing for all of half a second before knocking again. She's kind of persistent, Tom. ]
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Tom answers and raises an eyebrow.]
Are you stalking me?
[He's joking but seriously he just picked this room how did she know..]
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If he's going to think that loud of course she's going to find him. [ With a small shrug of her shoulders, she steps away from the door and nods her head down the hall, in the general direction of the kitchens. He gets a bright smile and a hand held out for him as she continues. ]
The jar awaits. Are you coming?
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[He's comin' he's comin'. Lead on oh great bringer of food.]
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You're worried. Scared, a little angry, confused. We all were, it's okay. Perfectly normal, but it makes it very easy to find you. He stands out.
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You're going to trip if you keep doing that.
[But it's a warning through a lopsided smile. It's funny how familiar she feels, but its most likely the fact that she isn't taking any of his shit or being too careful with him. Really he's used to people either being total assholes or treating him like he's some special china teacup. River doesn't do either. It's refreshing.]
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Challenge in mind, she turns back to face the hall the right way, only not to keep walking. Instead she tips forward into a hand stand and grins brightly at him once she's up before walking forward on her hands for a few feet. Falling forward, she lands on her feet and straightens back up before turning to Tom. She has just about the most smug expression you can imagine on her face when she looks at him, and dips into a little curtsey as she raises her eyebrows. ]
Better?
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That might be the coolest thing he's ever seen.
Tom snorts and puts his hands in his pockets. No big deal, nooothing to see. It's not like that was super incredibly impressive and he is as coordinated as a brick in comparison.]
Smart ass.
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So she's been told. Don't be jealous. [ She teases him with a grin, removing a hand long enough to poke his side, and then abruptly grabs his elbow to turn them round a corner to a set of stairs. ] What does he do when he's not opening jars then? Back home.
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