[Action! - Ethan and Lucy]

[stayandgloat]

[So eleven o clock comes around, and in all due time Ethan heads up to Lucy's room with a copy of Ziggy Stardust, and Hunky Dory. His motives are... for the most part fairly pure, he honestly quite likes the Master, he's fond in general of people who are a little broken, and he absolutely loves David Bowie. So all in all, a morning spent

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[sellyoumysoul]

[It takes a moment for Lucy to even look up. She's become unused to anyone doing anything so civilised, not that she had expected Harry to be courteous, not for a long time. He could whatever he liked and she would still go with him. Anywhere.

Eventually she rises. Hadn't she arranged to see somebody? It's possible that it hadn't happened at all, and she has to check in her journal to make absolutely sure. She floats barefoot to the door and cracks it open.]

...Ethan...?

[stayandgloat]

[Ethan tilts his head slightly to peer through the open crack in the door. He smiles.]

Lucy. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[He holds out a hand for her to shake, wondering if she's actually in one piece enough to recognize the small ritual of greeting.]

[sellyoumysoul]

[Lucy stares at the hand for a moment, then steps back and pulls the door open the rest of the way. She's still dressed in a long satin nightgown; the months of being told what to wear, and do, and think have left her unfamiliar with simple rituals.]

You're going to come in...aren't you?

[stayandgloat]

[Ethan closes his hand, and nods.]

I am.

[He steps into the room past her, clearing his throat slightly as he noted what she was wearing. As a general rule he's a bit of a lecherous bastard, and she is really quite attractive, but still, Ethan can't help but feel ever so slightly like he's invading a level of privacy that leaves him feeling slightly uncomfortable. He clears his throat again and holds up the records, giving Lucy a slight smile.]

You said you had your mothers record player?