[ he doesnβt have a response ready, not even as his lips drop open with surprise as laura makes that apparent observation: you have a weakness for nice ladies and small children.
it isnβt that it isnβt the truth, even if he doesnβt normally make conscious awareness of it, but whatβs more intriguing is lauraβs way of picking it apart, how thatβs somehow become her understanding of who he is. itβs that and possibly the way she talks about certain methods of keeping him in bed.
he squints deeply, confusion and surprise in his expression just as he hears the creak of an opening door. peering behind where laura sits, he catches sight of wynonna as she steps further through the apartment, closing in on the kitchen as he realizes exactly what she happens to be wearing. ]
Oh, boy. [ taking a deep breath, he runs his hand over his face, rubbing at his eyes before his fingers merely scratch at his chin through his beard. ] Laura. You know Wynonna.
[Spoken like it's the most normal thing for her to say, really, as she crams more pop-tart into her face like she'll go hungry any second if she doesn't. Where the child has learned about this sort of thing remains unclear, considering she grew up in a cell β but make no mistake, you two: it been knew.
[ Her immediate instinct is to deny, deny, deny, but she knows from personal experience that some kids have a pretty keen bullshit detector, and it wouldn't surprise her if Laura falls into that camp given what she's been through β but then there's the question of whether or not Laura actually knows what she's referring to along those lines.
Could be someone's actually had the birds and the bees talk with her at some point, or it could be that she just thinks sex is like this very long, extended handshake. Either way, Wynonna's suddenly very aware of her own very pantsless state, even if she is technically wearing more layers than just Frank's sweatshirt.
Oh, and he's not going to be any help at all in this, apparently, as evidenced by the fact that he's still turned toward the coffee maker; she narrows her eyes at him before trying to paste a friendlier smile on her face for Laura's sake. ]
We're, um. Friends. Good friends. The kind of friends that you make when you're much, much older and can legally vote. Or drink. Definitely then. [ And in response to Laura's other swiping, she waves a dismissive hand, the other subtly trying to pull the hem of the hoodie further down her legs. ] Don't sweat it. Coffee and toothpaste don't mix well anyway.
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it isnβt that it isnβt the truth, even if he doesnβt normally make conscious awareness of it, but whatβs more intriguing is lauraβs way of picking it apart, how thatβs somehow become her understanding of who he is. itβs that and possibly the way she talks about certain methods of keeping him in bed.
he squints deeply, confusion and surprise in his expression just as he hears the creak of an opening door. peering behind where laura sits, he catches sight of wynonna as she steps further through the apartment, closing in on the kitchen as he realizes exactly what she happens to be wearing. ]
Oh, boy. [ taking a deep breath, he runs his hand over his face, rubbing at his eyes before his fingers merely scratch at his chin through his beard. ] Laura. You know Wynonna.
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She is the one you have 'the sex' with.
[Spoken like it's the most normal thing for her to say, really, as she crams more pop-tart into her face like she'll go hungry any second if she doesn't. Where the child has learned about this sort of thing remains unclear, considering she grew up in a cell β but make no mistake, you two: it been knew.
... Oh, wait:]
I took the extra toothbrush.
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[ Her immediate instinct is to deny, deny, deny, but she knows from personal experience that some kids have a pretty keen bullshit detector, and it wouldn't surprise her if Laura falls into that camp given what she's been through β but then there's the question of whether or not Laura actually knows what she's referring to along those lines.
Could be someone's actually had the birds and the bees talk with her at some point, or it could be that she just thinks sex is like this very long, extended handshake. Either way, Wynonna's suddenly very aware of her own very pantsless state, even if she is technically wearing more layers than just Frank's sweatshirt.
Oh, and he's not going to be any help at all in this, apparently, as evidenced by the fact that he's still turned toward the coffee maker; she narrows her eyes at him before trying to paste a friendlier smile on her face for Laura's sake. ]
We're, um. Friends. Good friends. The kind of friends that you make when you're much, much older and can legally vote. Or drink. Definitely then. [ And in response to Laura's other swiping, she waves a dismissive hand, the other subtly trying to pull the hem of the hoodie further down her legs. ] Don't sweat it. Coffee and toothpaste don't mix well anyway.