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[ of course, as it turns out, the one thing that she's forgotten to mention to lyssa was the fact that she didn't really have a convenient method of transportation. all she'd asked for the location & time, thinking that would have been enough. of course it hadn't been.

... oh well.

hooking her small messenger bag-slash-purse on her shoulder, she bids her dad goodbye after reassuring him that she'll be back by ten (yes, yes, don't worry, just the mall--). & promptly feels glad that she left two hours before the time she's supposed to meet lyssa 'cause she just missed the bus & the next one won't be arriving for another half-hour. she settles down, pews & waits. long story short (after she subtracts the bus ride & all the weird things her hair is doing in the humidity), she manages to get to the mall in once piece: none of her organs are missing, her dress isn't ripped up, & no one had shoved her head down a toilet. day's pretty good so far (where's wood to knock on when she needed some?). 'cept the fact that she's probably a few minutes late, but--

... oh well.

she'll apologize to lyssa as soon as she can find him. ]

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[ he's long since mastered the skill of listening while staring off into space & that's exactly what he's doing. as usual, he manages to retain, process & remember what lyssa's saying. there's more words running through his mind than how many make it out of his mouth by far, but-- well. that's ~~moo~~ him being him. ]

You're not the first to make such observations. [ meaning the whole spiel is something he's also thought about in short passing (& generally agrees with), but thinking beyond the herd is only useful when it's applicable. this? not so much. ] But my point lay in utility. Stopping to tie each facet into both art and science while in practice [ of either art or science ] is not being thoughtful. It's wasteful. [ which is the same reason as to why people weren't built to consciously consider their breathing & heartbeats. but, anyway.

takes the sketchbook back & uses the pad of his thumb to spread the shades more around certain areas, but otherwise? looks good to him. ]

[ curls up again while listening, watching him intently. after a moment of consideration he smiles again. ]

I think if my dad wouldn't automatically know that you were sleeping with me, he'd enjoy a nice discussion with you.

[ ... he doesn't even want to know how lyssa's dad would 'automatically' know anything. ]

Is he as verbose?

[ shrugs a bit, scooting closer to nick so he can press up against him and leech off his warmth. ]

Depends on the topic, I guess.

[ allows this while flipping the sketchbook back to the design he'd been working on to finish it up. even getting a rough would be a victory. ]

His favourites?

Classic literature, mostly. Politics, philosophies... he can do smalltalk really well, too!

That's a given. Socialite, isn't he? [ born & bred? the topics of interest seem pretty standard for a socialite too. ]

That's a secret that'll cost you one omelet and two pieces of toast.

[ snorts & sketches on a few sharp strokes. then a few more when he misses his mark. ]

On top of the Pizza and Thai?

[ gently headbutts nick's side, burying his face into it. ]

Not unless you're going to order it soon.

[ gently balances the sketchbook on his knee & thigh so that he can keep sketching while dropping his other hand onto lyssa's hair again. ]

Something for the next time you're over. So that'd depend.

Okay, then, I'll come over tomorrow!

[ gives him a light whap to the temple. ]

I'll be busy. Soonest is day after.

[ lower lip juts out at the whap, butting his head against him again in retaliation. ]

But I'll be lonely.

[ whaps again. ]

Family, cat, and muse. Make use of one of them.

[ laughs at the whap this time, wiggling onto his back while holding onto nick's hand. keeps it in place, though this time he has the palm resting on his forehead and eyes. ]

Yes, sir. If that's what you wish, sir. Anything for you, sir.

[ huffs out the first hints of real laughter of the evening. curls his fingers as best on lyssa's forehead without digging his nails into the skin. ]

Good boy.

[ noses at the hand briefly, relaxing back into the bed again. ]

Are you into the master/servant thing, then?

[ is guessing at his kinks the thing for the night? raises a brow. ]

What's with the curiosity?

[ turns his head slightly so he can look up at him properly, smile widening. ]

Because I want to try everything you might be interested in before I expire! It would be fun, wouldn't it?

Trying to discover your own kinks then?

I only have one.

Confident. You sure you don't have any others?

[ considers him for a moment in silence. comes closer to his side again, sliding up against him so he can nuzzle his neck like a cat. murmurs: ]

If I try it and then I like it... [ pauses to kiss a patch of skin. ] ... then maybe, yes.

[ lets out a sigh & tips his head back a little despite his eyes still trained on the sketchbook (not for long, maybe), hand sliding down from lyssa's head to his waist. ]

That's a better attitude. [ rubs a small patch of skin with his index finger in consideration. ] You have a list you want to try?