[log] a guy like you should wear a warning [closed]

[plundering]

Characters: Fiona and Alfie!
Location Building 56
Date: Night 143
Summary: Dumb criminals hanging out.
Warnings: Will edit as needed!

[Even with detours to search houses, Fiona makes it to their meeting place long before Alfie does. She is tempted to steal the hot water for herself, but for once she decides to be generous and hold off, busying herself with checking out the trapdoor in the closet instead. Shockingly, she makes no progress, and by the time her tablet is flashing the usual lockdown warning, she's lounging on the bed, her back against the headboard and boots kicked off as she nibbles on some carrot sticks. They're half frozen and the sort of disappointing flavorless things that come from the school, but they're better than half the stuff at the convenience store. When the door opens, she looks up, her smile already teasing.]

Took you long enough.

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[devoutish]

Longer walk for me.

[And she's already claimed the bed, because of course she has. (It's no actual loss; he'd been planning to give it to her anyway.) He sets his things down by the door, stripping off his coat.]

I'll take the bath tonight, you'll take it in the morning?

[plundering]

Excuses. But sure, deal.

[devoutish]

I'll be sure to fly next time, won't I.

[He takes off the trash bag that he wears under his coat, and sits on the floor to remove his boots and start drying off his feet with paper towels.]

Sling still holding up all right?

[plundering]

[Fiona grins, setting her tablet aside and leaning forward.]

Yep. The skinned teddy bear holds up pretty great. Makes me look intimidating too, huh?

[devoutish]

Get a look at it from a distance, and it could pass for a skinned animal.

[plundering]

That's what I'll tell everyone, then, as long as they don't get too close.

[devoutish]

[He tosses her a bit of a grin, carefully folding the paper towel - it's not dirty enough to be thrown away yet - and tucking it back into one of his little plastic baggies.]

Fiona, the fearsome hunter of Norfinbury?

[plundering]

Hey, I need some sort of reputation, right?

[devoutish]

[In response, he takes a black top hat out of his bag - it's not exactly like the one he's wearing, but it's close - and tosses it to her.]

[plundering]

[Fiona manages to catch it—incredibly awkwardly, hugging it against her chest with one hand, but she manages—and then raises her eyebrows at him.]

Expanding your collection?

[devoutish]

I found it last night. Thought I'd snatch it up before somebody else did, yeah? Can't have the entire town dressing like me.

[plundering]

Not sure the entire town could pull it off.

[That's totally a compliment, and she's taking off her hat to put on the top hat.]

[devoutish]

With their modern clothes and puffy coats? Absolutely not, no.

[He gathers up various toiletries that he's collected - one of his towels, a bar of soap, a razor, bottles of conditioner and baby powder - and stands, heading for the bathroom door.]

Looks good on you, though.

[plundering]

[She tips her hat at him, and then leans over the edge of the bed, reaching for her pack.]

Hey, wait.

[Fiona digs out a bottle of shampoo and an extra toothbrush, still in the packaging, and holds them up. She's not going to even try throwing them.]

Don't half ass it.

[devoutish]

Thanks.

[He comes over to take them from her, scooping up his robe and slippers, too.]

Yeah - got some toothpaste too, if you wanna borrow it.

[plundering]

Please.

[She misses toothpaste desperately.]

Hurry up and take your bath before I change my mind.

[devoutish]

[And off he goes.

He'll be in there forever. He runs as much hot water as he can, and then he stops up the tub and just sits in it. "Comfortable" is a relative state, but by Norfinbury standards, this is heavenly.]

[plundering]

[Forever is an understatement in Fiona's opinion. She spends the first half of "forever" on her tablet, thinking about how much she's going to make fun of him when he comes out, but by the time he does, she's dozing. Just barely. It seems like it's impossible for her to get a good night's rest anymore, minus when she's helped along by Vicodin. The sound of the door opening wakes her up, though, and she blinks up at him drowsily.]

Feeling better?

[devoutish]

Much.

[He's in his robe and slippers as he shuffles into the room, his hair damp and tousled.]

Give me the bed for an hour and you can have it all night.

[plundering]

[Okay, the hair is a good look, she'll admit.]

What, can't handle sitting in a bed with me for an hour, so I'm exiled to the floor?

[devoutish]

[It's pretty inappropriate if he thinks about it hard enough, but he's too tired to do that.]

Then move over a bit, will you.

[plundering]

[Fiona scoots over as he asks, readjusting her sling as she does.]

Is it a chivalry thing or what?

[devoutish]

Mm.

[He has his blanket and his new down pillow, so he's pretty damn comfortable as he settles on the mattress - lying flat on his back, and closing his eyes.]

You're a grown woman. I'm a grown man.

[And that's not even touching on Other Things.]

[plundering]

[Fiona laughs, rolling her eyes.]

Don't worry, you're not gonna corrupt me.

[devoutish]

[He raises his eyebrows without opening his eyes.]

Not about corruption.