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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 9, 2008 19:29:34 GMT
I nodded a little bit, slightly surpirsed by how much he's actually said. "I know what you mean... I'm usually like that." I said looking back down into my mug.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 9, 2008 19:39:38 GMT
"Except you make tea instead." I mutter under my breath. That does seem a little bit weird to me, but maybe that's just from my perpsective. I'm not sure.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 9, 2008 20:40:07 GMT
"Exactly.." I said quietly, hearing what he said under his breath. I wasn't saying what I Did wasn't weird. I thought it sort of was, but it was a habit now and it really did calm me down. Or depending on the situation, I'll make the tea and then I'll go get a firewhiskey. Not sure why I still make the tea though.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 10, 2008 8:04:48 GMT
"Hm." I murmur. I'm not sure he was supposed to hear that or not, but I could have said something a lot worse.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 10, 2008 8:40:43 GMT
I let out a small sigh as I sat here, staring at my tea before taking another sip of it. ...Something to talk about... I thought to myself, biting my lip a little bit, as I kept my eyes on the tea in my mug. "I could use a drink.." I said quietly before moving some and sitting back in the chair I was in. The past however long I've been here was getting to me again.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 10, 2008 15:52:59 GMT
I snort softly at that. Maybe I should stop assuming things, because as well as coming across quite bemused and naive, he doesn't really seem the sort who could ever use a drink. I don't know if it's hard to get a handle on him, or if I've just lost my touch.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 10, 2008 18:26:49 GMT
I looked over to him, "What?" I asked curiosuly, slightly wondering why he snorted at that. Then again, I guess I didn't much seem the type to drink, so maybe that was it. But I did every once in a while, and really not much at all anymore. At first I didn't drink at all, but then, after everything with Riyann ten years ago, I don't really know what happend anymore, but there you go.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 10, 2008 18:30:22 GMT
"You don't seem the sort." I debate whether to just ignore him and decide there's no harm in speaking anyway, so I just shrug when I say it as if it doesn't matter that I keep being consistently wrong.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 10, 2008 18:34:02 GMT
"'Cause I'm not really.. only sometimes." I said with a small shrug over to him. "... And really not that often at that." I added a moment later.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 10, 2008 18:39:04 GMT
"Thought as much." At least I'm somewhat appeased by that. I'm not as out of touch as I thought, which is something.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 10, 2008 18:41:59 GMT
I nodded a little bit, "Yeah.. Is it really that obvious?" I asked a moment later, turning my attention up to him instead of looking in my mug.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 10, 2008 18:43:38 GMT
I shrug. "I guess so...yeah."
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 10, 2008 18:49:06 GMT
"Guess I'm not really surprised.." I said with a small shrug, looking back into the mug before setting it down on a table.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 10, 2008 18:53:31 GMT
"Why's that?" I ask, because I just don't want to sit here in silence again. I send a brief glance towards the door again, still very much urging Arden to walk through it.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 10, 2008 18:57:44 GMT
I shrugged. "I dunno, it's usually what people think.." I said seeing him glance toward the door and taking a look toward it too, really wishing that Arden would get here already.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 10, 2008 19:04:30 GMT
"Hmm." I answer with brief shrug, sinking down a little lower in the chair and glancing away from the door again, back across the room.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 10, 2008 19:10:03 GMT
I shrugged a little bit, falling silent again and looking down to the carpet with a slight sigh.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 10, 2008 19:14:43 GMT
"So, I can tell her that you stopped by, if you want." I'm pretty sure that I honestly cannot take much more of this, but it's not my place to tell him to leave.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 10, 2008 21:55:56 GMT
"Um.. yeah." I said with a small nod. "That'd be good.." I added starting to stand up and taking my mug with me. "I guess I probably should get going.. doesn't seem like she's getting back anytime soon."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 11, 2008 7:59:42 GMT
Thank God for that. "Doesn't seem it." I agree.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Nov 12, 2008 4:38:04 GMT
((Yo. Noticed this thread was dying, and I've thought for a while about joining it, so... here I am. Sorry ‘bout the rambliness. And terribleness. ))
It's been very strange, having Logan around the past few days. Not necessarily because it's Logan, because really he's not been much like himself, but just because there's someone in the house who isn't myself or a temporary guest or a very small child – someone I can leave by himself while I head off to the library in the hope of getting my job back. It really isn’t something that I’m used to anymore.
But at least in addition to the weirdness of it all, I didn’t feel I had to be worried about anything, like him getting caught. It’s not like I get a lot of visitors. And even if I did, I should think he’d have the sense not to answer the door… and the few people who do visit aren’t really the sort to go barging into my house if I don’t answer. So, all in all, for somebody harboring a fairly well-known killer who’s just escaped from prison, I was remarkably relaxed when I left, and only a little uneasy just because it felt weird.
Obviously, that was a mistake, I realize now… after absentmindedly locking the already-unlocked door, reversing the mistake and finally opening it to see Riley of all people sitting there with Logan.
“Oh….” I say blankly, something like dread mixed with amusement slowly seeping in. Somehow, I think the weirdest part of this is still the fact that it’s weird not to find the place empty. “Well, I hope you two have been getting along.”
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 13, 2008 8:12:36 GMT
I didn't quite think this through. Maybe it would have been better if he'd left of his own accord, and then maybe I would have told her he was here and maybe not. I probably shouldn't have spent so long wishing she'd get here, because now I don't know what I'm supposed to do or how I'm supposed to react. It was probably best to have not opened the door at all, but I still think I would have gone a little bit stir-crazy with the isolation if I hadn't. I guess Azkaban does that to you.
"Of course." I reply after a moment when it seems he's not going to. So it's an outright lie, but launching into the fact that I really don't like him seems just a bit immature, especially when he's still here. It's not as if I'm going to say that to her anyway. It doesn't really matter.
And I think this was the point that I was going to go and walk around back alleys and muggle streets until I feel a little bit better about having to stay holed up in here, but I don't move yet. It seems like a better idea to sit here for a little while longer, for some reason.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 13, 2008 16:19:14 GMT
Right.. getting along.. I thought to myself for a moment. .. Then again, he hadn't killed me yet, so maybe we were. I finished a second later in my head. "Yeah.. getting along just fine." I said with a small smile over to Arden. Figures as soon as I'm about to leave she gets home. But at least now I was glad that I didn't leave five minutes ago when I was thinking about it. Though, this whole situation was sort of weird. Mainly because I wasn't sure how to act around Arden.. and I definately wasn't sure how to act around Arden with Logan near by. Or just by Logan alone. Now what was going to happen? Were we all just going to talk? Or it is going to be one of those times when no one says a thing and we just just stand here in an awkward silence? That was my guess.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Nov 13, 2008 17:24:58 GMT
"Right...." I nod, eying them both with clear disbelief but not really caring to press the matter. It takes me a minute to pin down the source of my jitteryness, but I think at least part of it is the automatic fear that Riley's going to turn me in for harboring a fugitive. Ridiculous, of course... at least I think so.
"Well, all right then," I add after a moment of silence, heading for the kitchen as if neither of them are there, because that's where I was going anyway to write down... something. And even though I've now forgotten it I'm still going to act like I haven't because it's better tha just standing here.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 15, 2008 18:01:51 GMT
This isn't nearly as interesting as I thought it would be. I'm a little bit annoyed that I've linked the idea of Arden coming home with not having to sit here with Riley anymore, but now she is home and I'm still sitting here with Riley and basically nothing has changed. And now it's sort of annoying that he's not doing or saying anything either. I wanted to see, to observe what was actually going on, but I suppose that's not going to be possible either. Then again, I'm not entirely sure I want to leave, because I think I'd feel more uncomfortable if I did than I do right now.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 15, 2008 23:05:33 GMT
I wish Arden didn't just walk off into the kitchen, but I guess I'm not really surprised that she did. I ruffled some hair on the back of my head breifly before taking another glance at Logan. It wasn't really looking like he was going anywhere, specifically in to the kitchen to talk to Arden.. so maybe I should go talk to her now instead. So instead of just standing there and being quiet, I moved and walked over and into the kitchen.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Nov 16, 2008 2:35:54 GMT
I'm staring rather blankly at a notepad, pen in hand in the hope that being prepared like this will magically bring to mind whatever I wanted to write down, when Riley walks in. So I click off the pen with a sigh, feeling fidgety and therefore crossing my arms. "So... I guess you two've met," I say, glancing in the direction of the living room but mainly just looking cautiously at Riley, waiting to hear... I don't know.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 16, 2008 2:46:25 GMT
I walked into the kitchen, seeing Arden standing there with pen in hand. I guess maybe she forgot whatever she was going to write down because she wasn't writing anything. Either that, or I interrupted her? I nodded slightly at what she asked me. "Yeah.." I said looking back at her, glancing away for a moment but moving my eyes back on her a brief moment later. ".. Interesting guy.. who actually seems to hate me." I added with a faint chuckle, even though it really wasn't that funny.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Nov 16, 2008 2:55:22 GMT
I quickly suppress the brief grin that pops up on my face at that, coughing slightly and shaking my head. "I'm fairly certain he... doesn't really like much of anyone. And... well, no offense, but... well, especially people like you."
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 16, 2008 2:58:36 GMT
I noticed her supress a grin and grinned slightly myself. "People like me?" I asked, repeating what she said with a soft chuckle. "What's that mean exactly?"
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