Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, |
He should just resign himself to not having his night of quiet wallowing. “I will have you know that I have eaten.” Some stale bread and some fruit that wasn’t going to last much longer, but it was food. And he had eaten it. So that had to count for something, right? “You know,” he said, turning to Aspel, “you could always carry her out of here and go somewhere else.” There was a faint murmuring regarding how unlikely it was the lock would even last a night as they bantered on. However, with Ari taking the lead on the food front and Drake seeming to have - what he deemed an appropriate retort - Aspel's eyebrows rose, her face otherwise mostly unreadable, at his statement to her. "Ah." Eyebrows lowering there seemed a moment of contemplation before a finger rose as if to halt anything else he may have to say. "And I could do the same with you if I so chose." A beat, a faint smile offered, one that housed just a bit of sternness behind it too along with a load of determination. "Now, before I am forced to deface the both of us before your neighbors, it would be beneficial for you to come out and take seat so that we all may eat," a look was turned towards Ari. "Would you not agree?" “Not that I would mind seeing that,” Ari said brightly, immediately imagining Aspel with Drake slung over her shoulder like a particularly recalcitrant sack of potatoes, “but it would probably be a great deal less embarrassing if he simply went along with it. I’d ask you what you ate,” she added, turning back to Drake (who was looking a bit hollow-cheeked to her eyes), “but I fear you’d remember and use it against me sometime in the near future, so I’ll just say, I know you want the blueberries. And you’re smiling,” she added, just a little smugly as she poked him in the side. True or not, he would be eventually. “Just a little. Now perhaps you might stop treating us like annoyances before you hurt my feelings, hmm?” There was just no getting out of it, then. “You know I only have the couch and a coffee table,” he reminded Aspel, leading the way into the living room. Not that he thought she needed reminding - walking into the mostly empty room was a pretty good reminder. He glanced over at Ari and waved her forward. “We’ll eat, then I’m going to bed.” Well, he hoped he was going to bed. What was more likely to happen was that they would eat and then he’d somehow be talked into watching fireworks. Maybe if he prepared for that now, he would be able to resist? But then again, probably not. “So?” Was the only rebuttal Aspel could offer Drake as she had little else that seemed viable to say. “If there is something terribly wrong with sitting space, you could always choose to occupy my lap.” And the most sincere, sweet smile she could offer was mustered, just for Drake. “Or perhaps, if you would rather, Ari could sit in yours.” A pause. “Or I, but I do believe she may be a bit lighter.” Another smile as Aspel offered a hand out to the man before her, an attempt to lead him back into the other room. “Perhaps if you are particularly kind to her, she may even be humored into hand feeding you some of those blueberries you appear to like so.” And that little note was certainly tucked away for later recall. Drake took her hand. “I’m capable of eating blueberries on my own. And the two of you can take the couch - I don’t have a problem sitting on the floor.” He did look over at Ari, though. “I’m on to you. I don’t know what you’re planning, but I know you’re planning something.” The look he gave her fell short of being stern, and settled more on vaguely amused. |