I'm sorry I take forever! Ilu Molly-face! <3shutupimageniusMarch 2 2012, 02:09:31 UTC
[Sherlock doesn't say anything, not feeling the need to acknowledge such an obvious statement. He's much too focused on taking inventory of everything he picked up.]
No. Encounters are less likely around here as we're getting closer to the countryside. You don't need to worry so much. [But he knew she would, because she's Molly.]
D'aww, it's okay! <3alldosillythngsMarch 2 2012, 04:28:24 UTC
[She sighs and shakes her head, tending to the small fire in the heart of the abandoned house they've been residing in for the past few weeks. They can't afford to heat the whole house, that'll draw too much attention they don't need - but short fires to get the chill off their bones seems to be working okay.]
Doesn't mean we should get lazy, either. [A few more prods of the fire before she moves back to rest upon her sleeping bag]
[Sherlock is focused on searching through the contents of his bag, pulling out one of the bottles of water he'd collected and setting it next to Molly.]
It's not laziness, it's objective assessment. And I'm just as careful as I always am.
[He shrugs a little at her question.]
There's more water, and I managed to find some meal supplement bars as well. Ammo as well. And, well, here. [He says as he pulls out one of those terrible celebrity gossip magazines from back before all of this and hands it to her. Even though the information is outdated, he hopes she can get some sort of entertainment out of it, or perhaps at least the hope that maybe someday they'd be back to the times where the biggest concern of the day was the latest celebrity marriage blowing up.
For himself, he'd found a Rubik's cube to keep entertained with, flopping down on his own sleeping bag as he began toying with it.]
[She nods approvingly with the items he pulls out of his bag] Good, good... [She likely wouldn't stay mad at him for very long, not with the decent haul he'd brought back. She props herself up on her elbows at his offered magazine, her mouth dropping open slightly] You're kidding me! A real magazine!?
[Her whole face lights up as he hands it to her, and she looks at him, a little awed, even as he goes to lay upon his own sleeping bag with his own entertainment] Sherlock, I... thank you so much. [She's truly touched] I...I feel like I ought to give you something..
[There's the very slightest blink-and-you'll-miss-it smile that graces Sherlock's face at her reaction. He's back to his regular aloofness after that moment, shrugging a little at her offered thanks.]
Morale is important, probably one of the more important aspects to survival. [He easily dismisses his own gesture that would be considered just a nice thing to do by anyone else.]
It's not necessary. I have everything I need for now.
[Molly, in a stroke of luck, does in fact catch a glimpse of that tiny smile on his face, and it makes her stomach do a tiny flip. It's been a little easier to ignore her feelings for him these past few months, since survival has been much more important than a crush. But times like this, when things are calm and almost-normal, it's much harder]
C'mon, there's got to be some sort of luxury you want, though?
[There's a pause. This IS Sherlock, after all. She shakes her head a little, moving to sit up on her knees] Okay, well...h-how about this? You do something for me as a favor, a-and we'll call that your gift, then? Please?
[Another shrug. If he did want something, he'd just get it himself. He didn't want Molly risking anything by going out alone in the attempt to surprise him. He's quite happy with his Rubik's cube, actually.
Though, her words succeed in bemusing him a bit, actually glancing up from the toy in his hands to regard her curiously.]
I mean... oh, hang on, it'll just be easier if I get it..
[She nervously gets to her feet and, leaving the magazine upon her mattress, disappears off to the kitchen area. The chill permeates her bones pretty quickly, but she ignores it until she finds what she's looking for in the bottom cabinet] I...found this the other day, when I was rummaging around. Didn't think there'd be much use for it, e-except for maybe now..
[When she returns, she's got a bottle of wine and two glasses. Not fancy glasses, mind you, but glasses nonetheless] Have a drink with me?
[Sherlock blinks owlishly, impossibly curious as to what she could be going on about. He's actually focused on her rather than his toy, watching her as she leaves the room and raising an eyebrow when she returns with wine. He didn't often partake, himself, liking to keep his wits about him at all times. He supposed a glass or two wouldn't hurt, though, especially when it seemed to be what Molly wanted for some reason.]
Go on, then. [He sits up and sets his cube aside, looking at her expectantly as he waited for a glass.]
[Sherlock smirks a little at her reaction, amused that such a little thing could make her so happy. He takes the offered glass and has a sip, noting that it's actually rather good. He shrugs at her statement.]
I'm not, usually. I'm more for brandy or scotch, but this is good. [He takes another drink and glances over at her.] Thank you. [He says, proud of himself for recognizing an opportunity to be polite and actually taking it. He's getting much better about that, he thinks.]
[He watches her curiously over his glass, wondering how it was that something so simple as this had her practically giddy. Well, this was Molly, he supposed, the queen of making the best of every situation. He's not quite sure how she manages it most of the time, especially as the world was now.
He looks up from staring at his wine as he swills it, tilting his head at her.] What is it?
..Sherlock? [Is he even listening to her? She's never sure nowadays]
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[Molly frowns at Sherlock as he returns with some supplies that they ought to have retrieved together. It was supposed to be safety in numbers]
...No run-ins, right?
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No. Encounters are less likely around here as we're getting closer to the countryside. You don't need to worry so much. [But he knew she would, because she's Molly.]
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Doesn't mean we should get lazy, either. [A few more prods of the fire before she moves back to rest upon her sleeping bag]
...Did you get anything good?
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It's not laziness, it's objective assessment. And I'm just as careful as I always am.
[He shrugs a little at her question.]
There's more water, and I managed to find some meal supplement bars as well. Ammo as well. And, well, here. [He says as he pulls out one of those terrible celebrity gossip magazines from back before all of this and hands it to her. Even though the information is outdated, he hopes she can get some sort of entertainment out of it, or perhaps at least the hope that maybe someday they'd be back to the times where the biggest concern of the day was the latest celebrity marriage blowing up.
For himself, he'd found a Rubik's cube to keep entertained with, flopping down on his own sleeping bag as he began toying with it.]
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[Her whole face lights up as he hands it to her, and she looks at him, a little awed, even as he goes to lay upon his own sleeping bag with his own entertainment] Sherlock, I... thank you so much. [She's truly touched] I...I feel like I ought to give you something..
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Morale is important, probably one of the more important aspects to survival. [He easily dismisses his own gesture that would be considered just a nice thing to do by anyone else.]
It's not necessary. I have everything I need for now.
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C'mon, there's got to be some sort of luxury you want, though?
[There's a pause. This IS Sherlock, after all. She shakes her head a little, moving to sit up on her knees] Okay, well...h-how about this? You do something for me as a favor, a-and we'll call that your gift, then? Please?
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Though, her words succeed in bemusing him a bit, actually glancing up from the toy in his hands to regard her curiously.]
What do you mean?
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[She nervously gets to her feet and, leaving the magazine upon her mattress, disappears off to the kitchen area. The chill permeates her bones pretty quickly, but she ignores it until she finds what she's looking for in the bottom cabinet] I...found this the other day, when I was rummaging around. Didn't think there'd be much use for it, e-except for maybe now..
[When she returns, she's got a bottle of wine and two glasses. Not fancy glasses, mind you, but glasses nonetheless] Have a drink with me?
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Go on, then. [He sits up and sets his cube aside, looking at her expectantly as he waited for a glass.]
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[She speaks as she pours her own glass] To be honest, I wasn't sure you were the wine type...
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I'm not, usually. I'm more for brandy or scotch, but this is good. [He takes another drink and glances over at her.] Thank you. [He says, proud of himself for recognizing an opportunity to be polite and actually taking it. He's getting much better about that, he thinks.]
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[She picks up her magazine, about to flip through it, but instead she glances over at him] ...Hey, Sherlock? Can I ask you something?
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He looks up from staring at his wine as he swills it, tilting his head at her.] What is it?
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