Annika (starlightgirl) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-06-05 21:52:00 |
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Current mood: | bouncy |
Entry tags: | annika moore, britannia, emory scott, gaheris, morgan le fay |
Who: Annika Moore, Emory Scott & OPEN
Where: Out and about
When: Saturday
Rating/Warnings: Let's find out. :>
"Mmm, yeah, that's your father all over. The lumberjack look."
Annika looks pained. "It's just plaid. It's his colors!"
"It's plaid."
"But it's cotton, it's got short sleeves--"
"--it's eighty bucks, darlin', which you should only spend on something he's actually going to wear. A lot."
She hangs the shirt back up, resignedly. "I still think it'd look good on him."
"Well, between you and me and the doorpost, it would. But I don't think we could convince him." Emory ruffles her hair for a moment before she ducks away, making a face at him. "Yeah, I know. You take your parents out in public, you oughta know what you're in for."
"Pest," Annika says without heat.
They grin at each other. You could almost believe that she got the smile from him, despite the lack of outward resemblance and the fact that Emory is still a little young to have a grown daughter.
"So where to next?"
"I don't know, I'm out of ideas," poking petulantly at the clothing rack. "Let's get lunch."
"We can do that."
Annika smiles up at him, and snags his hand in hers as they set off. Halfway down the block, however, she stops abruptly, with a chagrined expression. "Hang on, I have to make a pit stop. You go ahead, I'll meet you there."
"You sure? I can wait."
"I am a grown-up, Emory, don't be such a mommy," and she gives his shoulder an affectionate headbutt before dashing into Starbucks.
She is, of course. Emory shakes his head slightly, watching her vanish into the crowded interior, and then heads for the restaurant.