laytondressing | (no subject)

Oh, thank god it likes you, at least.

[She takes a long swig, glancing at Bradley.]

Well... you'll probably get used to it. It's convenient, mostly, so at least there's that.

[At which point she turns back to her drink, trying to force herself not to drink it all in one go. Like Descole said, there's no guarantee he'll be able to get any more, especially if the place realises she's drinking it herself.]

So this place just up and gives you what you need? You're right, how convenient. Now it needs to learn not to give you any alcohol, because it's not good for your fragile frame.

[Descole snorts a little;] fragile yeah right.

[Bradley pushes him lightly.]

The doctor said you can't drink. It could stop your organs because they're not used to working.

[Descole shook his head, ignoring him.] See what I have to put up with, double?

[Descole snorts a bit, swigging her drink again.]

Oh, don't tell it not to give double alcohol either, or I'll have to use you as a supplier instead. It's already refused to give me any.

Perhaps for your own good. If you're anything like Jean here, which obviously you are, maybe it wouldn't be good. The doctor told him since he'd been starving for so long, if he binges on anything his body could go into shock.

[Descole sighs.] Thanks for telling her all of my confidential medical information. How about you tell her my blood type too?

[Bradley shook his head.]

It's for your own good.

[Descole huffs a bit and downs the rest of her drink, putting the glass down on the bed with a little more force than is strictly necessary.]

Well, I've been doing just fine up until now, you know. And I don't need anyone else to look after me and do things for my good, thank you, double will suffice.

[Sorry, Bradley, but if you're taking the DR's side in it then you're going to attract the bitching she can't really direct at the building.]

[Bradley looks worried at her outburst and then he looks down, saying nothing.]

[Descole looks at her.] Double, it's okay, we always talk like this to each other. It's how we communicate. He scolds me and I make fun of him. It wasn't any personal attack.

[The blonde bites his bottom lip and pulls one leg up close to him, in a gentle matter.]

I didn't mean to offend...

...

[Descole sighs, pulling her knees to her chest and rests her cheek on her knees.]

...ugh. Fuck. I told you I get like this, double.

...can I get a refill?

[Descole puts his hand lightly on her knee, trying to display he forgives her and he pours her another glass.]

[Bradley, on the otherhand, senses something different.]

I...am I intruding? I probably shouldn't be here.

[Descole gives a confused look;] intruding? You're not intruding at all, we all get thrust here. You're not any different.

[The tall man, on the floor shakes his head.]

Perhaps I should leave you two alone...

Why would you leave?

[She smiles across at Descole after she's spoken, sipping at her drink as she looks back at Bradley. At the same time, she moves to lean up against her double, uncurling and resting her cheek against his shoulder.]

Just because I'm incapable of socialising doesn't mean that you should leave. If anyone should go, it's me.

[Bradley shook his head.]

It just seems like you two have a strong bond, I shouldn't get in the way of. I think if I we're to find myself in some strange place, I'd be the same way. Just...

I feel like I'm bothering you guys...cause I'm not very good at socialize either unless I'm playing football or teaching someone to dance.

[He gives a slight chuckle at himself to try and lighten the mood.]

You're not bothering me. I just... well. I'll get better, I'm sure. I just need to get to know you.

And, well... you and double are... together, right? So I'll definitely try to be better with you. But really. Double and I are nothing like that. Really.

[Maybe she wouldn't say no to that, but he doesn't need to know that anyway.]

[He bites his lip, nodding trying not to feel like a third wheel. Finally, to break the silence, he gives a slight smile and gestures to Descole.]

His blood type is O positive.

[Descole laughs and throws a pillow at him jokingly.]

[Bradley catches it and throws it under his leg, the one on the floor.]

[She snorts a little, throwing her own legs over Descole's lap.]

...maybe you should come up here, too. Since you're with double, and all.

[He hesitates a moment the grabs the pillow under him. He throws it on the bed and then sits himself down.]

Well, what's it going to hurt right? I least I'm not the one being treated like furniture. He usually does this to me. [He gestures to the legs over him and takes a sip of his drink.]

Well, we're so alike. And he's comfortable. You should use him as furniture too.

[She grins at Descole, swigging her drink and wrapping her free arm around his shoulder.]

Come on, don't let me monopolise all of his lap.

[Bradley laughs and lies his legs over his lap.]

God! Look how much bigger than him I am!! I'm afraid my muscle is going to crush him!

[Descole shook his head and pushed Bradley;] Don't flatter yourself, so.

[Descole laughs out loud, downing the rest of her drink and kissing her double's cheek.]

Well, I'm certainly not going to crush you, double, I almost certainly weigh less than you, hmm?

[Descole laughs;] you're a girl! Of course you do!

[Bradley laughs as well.]

Are you sure? He's quite the scrawny thing as well. I think the last time I saw him weighed he was 120 and...well tall. Not as tall as me, but that's skinny for his height.

[The blue-eyed man shook his head;] She's more petite.

Oh good point. [Bradley sips his drink again.]

I was under 120, the last I checked. And I don't tend to gain much weight.

[She shrugs a little, lifting up the bottom of her shirt. She picks a patch with quite a lot of scars, but she just ignores them, gesturing to the contours of her ribs visible through the skin.]

And, well, I'm pretty scrawny myself.

Yeah that's what Jean looks like! You're probably smaller though. You look shorter. No offense or anything, I mean that in the best way possible.

I'm totally muscle, but I have to work out daily for money. Which I am okay with. Speaking of jobs, do you have a job Ms. Descole? Are you a scientist like Jean?

Job--

...no. Not any more.

[She sighs a little, dropping her shirt to cuddle up closer to Descole.]

I mean... it's kind of hard for me to hold down a job, with the way I can get.

[He nods.]

Lucky you, jobs are hard. They're time consuming and ...ugh difficult.

[Descole shrugs;] I work from home, so I wouldn't know. I didn't know you disliked your job so.

[The blonde shakes his head.]

I absolutely love my job, it just gets demanding.

Well, I know. Coping from day to day is hard, too, and I can't manage both at once, you know?

I understand. At least you don't push yourself. I keep trying to tell Jean to take more breaks.

[Descole shook his head;] He's like a mother sometimes...

Well... like I've said before, double, it'd be nice to have somebody to be like that for me, even if it can be annoying.