Wes' Room

[velocitygirl]

She stepped through the door before him (he never remembers to lock the door), moving over to a bag she'd left in his room with clothes and essentials she needs.

You know. Girlie stuffs.

She glances at Wes behind a veil of hair. "Er. I'll be out in a few minutes? I guess."

Maybe.

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[undignified]

"Yeah -- okay. I'll stay here," he says, and smiles ruefully, hands in his pockets. "No hot date to rush to."

[velocitygirl]

She nods. "Right."

She stands there awkwardly for a moment.

A long moment.

[undignified]

Wes watches her just as awkwardly, then takes a sudden step back and says, "I mean, 'less you want to be alone. I could go outside."

[velocitygirl]

"No! No." She shakes her head, quickly. "No. I'll...no."

She shuffles towards the fresher.

[undignified]

"No, then?"

Wes grins a little and moves forward to sit on the bed, still watching her carefully.

He's not too sure why he's so awkward.

[velocitygirl]

She flees to the 'fresher, closing the door and getting in the shower.

It's fifteen, twenty minutes before she comes back out, hair wet, in a tanktop and shorts, fiddling with a towel. She stands at the 'fresher door, watching him.

[undignified]

He's lying on his bed on top of the covers, having taken off his boots (not supposed to put your shoes on the bed or the couch, after all), and he's got a toy X-wing that he found on the floor. He's not making sound effects, but he's still concentrating on flying it so that it takes him a while to notice Inyri.

"...oh, hey." He puts the toy down beside him quickly and sits up. "Um. Done?"

[velocitygirl]

"No, I'm an illusion." She raises her eyebrows at him, giving him an odd look. "Don't you ever put up your toys?"

[undignified]

"Might be -- 's Milliways," he points out.

He glances at the X-wing and shrugs. "Guess not. That a problem?"

[velocitygirl]

"Nope." She shrugs, shuffling forward and dropping on the bed. "So what did we decide for sleeping arrangements?"

[undignified]

"...don't think I really made a decision," Wes admits. He looks at her sideways and fidgets with his shirt sleeves. "Are you sleepin' right now?"

[velocitygirl]

"Depends on if I find something else to do." She shrugs.

[undignified]

He snorts and grins a little lopsidedly. "Like what?"

It's reflex, really.

[velocitygirl]

"I don't know yet." She shrugs. "Any suggestions?"

[undignified]

"--no," he says after a moment, and slides off the bed to stand, taking his toy with him. He waves at a corner of the floor, not looking at her. "Guess I'd better sort out my bed while you're awake so I don't -- disturb you or anythin'."

[velocitygirl]

"No," She smiles, shaking her head. "You don't have to. I think...I think I'm going to go on a walk."

No, you can't come.

[undignified]

Now he does look at her, concerned.

"Where? You can't go on y'own."

[velocitygirl]

"I can too go on my own." She growls. "I'm not a child, Wes."

[undignified]

"Didn't say you were," he says evenly, "but I said I'd protect you, didn't I? An' lettin' you wander 'round by yourself isn't doing much protectin'."

[velocitygirl]

There's that little thing inside of her that tells her to run (and usually it comes at inopportune moments, when she knows Zekka will catch up). It's calling to her right now.

She reaches for some pants, pulling them on over the shorts, and a light jacket over the tanktop.

Shoes are slipped on...and she walks out the door.

Without a word. Just with herself, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.


oh snap!

[undignified]

Wes watches her, frowning a little -- and stares when she leaves, as if he can't quite believe she just did.

Then he swears, drops the toy, and sits on the bed to pull on his boots. He doesn't bother tying them before running to follow her (forgetting to lock his door, as always).

"Hey-- hey!"

[velocitygirl]

"Lock your door." She says to him as she saunters down the hall, stopping about five doors down and lighting a cigarette.

[undignified]

He glares at her, but he can't exactly ignore that; so, still watching her, he retraces his steps and fumbles in his pockets for his key.

After locking his door, he starts towards her again, not quite glaring now but still not happy.

"Where are you going?"

[velocitygirl]

"Going. For. A. Walk." She says slowly, like an adult talking to a child. "What are you going to do Wes? And just how will you try and stop me?"

[undignified]

"A walk where?" he insists, then shakes his head. "Never said I would. Just not letting you go on your own."