ANOTP: Locke/Anita

[thornofcamorr]

Locke is currently napping. Though not in the main room - he's not about to do that again anytime soon. No, he's currently outside and in a tree, sprawled on a limb rather like a leopard, his sleeping face settled in a frown. The dreams he dreams are not happy ones, even in the brightness of daylight. 

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[tomboy_22]

Anita, restless as she is wont to be, stalks about. She's actually please to see Tavrin, so she pops by with a cheeky grin, and sits next to him once she's made the assent.

If he falls, she'll catch him. For now, she's just watching.

[thornofcamorr]

Locke wakes up the moment she touches the tree and jolts to his feet in a moment, ready to jump and hit the ground running if necessary. It isn't. He breathes a sigh and sits back down again. "Gods - give a man a little warning, wouldn't you?" He mutters.

[tomboy_22]

"Aaaaaw," she grins - very cheeky. "I woke up the pretty sleeper. Too bad. You were making a pretty picture up there."

[thornofcamorr]

Locke gives her a scowl. "Yeah, right. Sure."