let's go for a ride tomorrow afternoon? show me your skills on two wheels
[ If he knew what she was thinking, he'd be adamantly, and sincerely, telling her it's not rejection, just postponing. And he's not losing interest in any way.
( rejection or not, it gives her an excuse to avoid showing her hand. if he's on a date that he expects to last through morning, this is probably a girl he likes. he should give that girl his full attention. )
i'll talk to you tomorrow you can catch me up then
[ He most certainly does not expect anything. Isabelle is far from being easy to read, and Baby's not going to start being that arrogant. But he'd rather make plans for the next morning when he has no idea what will happen. ]
( she doesn't really expect him to show up the next day. she's not sure why that thought lodges itself in her brain quite so firmly, but it does. kimberly spends the rest of the evening curled up under the blankets with clary, watching movies and lazily picking at take-out from the chinese restaurant they've grown especially fond of. cashew chicken really is a universal cure, isn't it?
well, kind of. the morning comes and goes, too, without so much as a text message, and kimberly assumes that'll be the end of that. not much else she can do, is there? )
[ Before showing up to Kimberly and Clary's house, Baby stops by the coffee shop and gets some pancakes. He's walking, for once - exploring a city by foot is entirely different from exploring a city by car, and he needs to do both things to really feel at home anywhere in Cadelle.
But he shows up, a stirofoam box of pancakes in hand, around 1pm, at Kimberly's place. ]
( the sound of a knock at the door pulls kimberly out of her cocoon of blankets and pillows, away from the television playing something that is decidedly not a collection of tragic romance dramas on loop (except it totally is) and towards the front door. when said door opens, it's obvious that she's not nearly as put together as she might be any other time. her hair's pulled back by a thin elastic strap, and while there may have been a robe at one point over her outfit, it's long since gone by the time she opens the door —
— to find the very person she hadn't been expecting on the other side of it. well. now she kind of wishes she had bothered to put on real clothes. )
Hey. ( the brightest and most cheerful of greetings, obviously. )
[ Luckily for Kimberly, it's not exactly like he dressed up, either. But when he sees her, his face, and his smile, immediately drop a little. ]
Hey. Are you okay? I brought pancakes.
[ He holds up the box, wondering if she's caught something between their conversation yesterday, and now. She looks like she was definitely not expecting him, which strikes him as strange. ]
Did you forget about me?
[ He puts his smile back on, a little, soft half-smirk. ]
( the biggest lie to ever be told, but she tries hard to make it believable, a soft smile curving across her features. it doesn't quite reach her eyes, but maybe he can blame that on sleepiness. after all, she is still in her pajamas. )
I didn't know for sure if you were coming, that's all.
( it's meant to be nonchalant, accentuated by a gentle shrug of her shoulders and a lazy gesture for him to follow her inside. rather than bother with the small table in the kitchen, kimberly just grabs two forks from a drawer before moving into the living room, dropping her body into a corner of the couch, legs curled up beside her. normally, she'd let herself sprawl, drape one end of her body across his lap, but for some reason, she hesitates. )
I was just watching movies on TV, but I can change it if you want to watch something else.
[ She seems to be in a weird mood, and Baby doesn't really know how to react. But still, he follows her through the house, and sits on the couch - close but not too close, looking at her more than he's looking at the TV. ]
Why weren't you sure I was coming?
[ Too many times, he's been the one to go when he was called. He's never been late, he's never not shown up when asked. But that's one of these things he can't exactly tell her. Not all of it, anyway. ]
Hey. [ Gently, he reaches out, turning her face towards his, his voice soft when he speaks. ] If I say I'll show up, I'll show up. Is it because of - yesterday?
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show me your skills on two wheels
[ If he knew what she was thinking, he'd be adamantly, and sincerely, telling her it's not rejection, just postponing. And he's not losing interest in any way.
Buuuut, he doesn't know. ]
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( rejection or not, it gives her an excuse to avoid showing her hand. if he's on a date that he expects to last through morning, this is probably a girl he likes. he should give that girl his full attention. )
i'll talk to you tomorrow
you can catch me up then
( teenage girl translation: please don't tell me. )
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I'll come by your place early afternoon
[ Back to paying attention, now. ]
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well, kind of. the morning comes and goes, too, without so much as a text message, and kimberly assumes that'll be the end of that. not much else she can do, is there? )
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But he shows up, a stirofoam box of pancakes in hand, around 1pm, at Kimberly's place. ]
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— to find the very person she hadn't been expecting on the other side of it. well. now she kind of wishes she had bothered to put on real clothes. )
Hey. ( the brightest and most cheerful of greetings, obviously. )
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Hey. Are you okay? I brought pancakes.
[ He holds up the box, wondering if she's caught something between their conversation yesterday, and now. She looks like she was definitely not expecting him, which strikes him as strange. ]
Did you forget about me?
[ He puts his smile back on, a little, soft half-smirk. ]
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( the biggest lie to ever be told, but she tries hard to make it believable, a soft smile curving across her features. it doesn't quite reach her eyes, but maybe he can blame that on sleepiness. after all, she is still in her pajamas. )
I didn't know for sure if you were coming, that's all.
( it's meant to be nonchalant, accentuated by a gentle shrug of her shoulders and a lazy gesture for him to follow her inside. rather than bother with the small table in the kitchen, kimberly just grabs two forks from a drawer before moving into the living room, dropping her body into a corner of the couch, legs curled up beside her. normally, she'd let herself sprawl, drape one end of her body across his lap, but for some reason, she hesitates. )
I was just watching movies on TV, but I can change it if you want to watch something else.
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Why weren't you sure I was coming?
[ Too many times, he's been the one to go when he was called. He's never been late, he's never not shown up when asked. But that's one of these things he can't exactly tell her. Not all of it, anyway. ]
Hey. [ Gently, he reaches out, turning her face towards his, his voice soft when he speaks. ] If I say I'll show up, I'll show up. Is it because of - yesterday?