Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
"No thanks," Aiden said to Joanie, frowning at the chaos onscreen. No, he wasn't one for hats. Something with that wide a brim was more suited to her, anyway; maybe she'd make it for herself. With her abilities, he was surprised that there wasn't more stuff in her apartment. Either she wasn't that greedy, or she actually knew how to keep something so ... unique in check.
Well, whatever. She'd made him a knife, which was sitting in a desk drawer back in his apartment. Eventually he'd get around to figuring out how to open it one-handed.
As the movie progressed, Aiden chewed on the edge of the beer can, mildly sucked into the action (a flawed thing, the human brain). He only half-listened as Oliver asked to switch places. What? After taking that spot in the first place? He took another drink and glanced back.
"I would, but the cat's anchoring me to the floor. Maybe when we switch movies." By that point, his ass would be numb enough to value a position on the couch, and like hell he would give it up once he was there. Provided it wasn't secretly harder than a rock and those two were just screwing with his head ... uh, somehow.