Callum Nightingale. (polyglotism) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-01-30 23:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, callum nightingale, libby ross |
WHO: Libby and Callum
WHAT: Movie Night
WHEN: Tuesday Night
WHERE: Callum's room
WARNINGS: none
STATUS: complete
It was a few minutes after the time that she'd set with Callum for their foreign movie night, but she didn't really think he'd care. Plus, it wasn't like Libby was eager or anything -- god no. It was just a stupid movie and a friend with a familiar accent from home who wasn't dealing with some kind of intense grief at having had their friend murdered only a month prior. It was just a way to relax. "You'd better be dressed, Mt Hutt," she warned as she pushed open his door. “Completely naked, don’t look,” he joked. Between Libby and Elise watching foreign movies was starting to become a hobby of his, which was unexpected because he usually wasn’t one for staying inside in front of a screen. With not much else to do at IVI it was a good way to pass the time though and it was a different experience with both; he and Elise trying to pretend they could still travel the world by watching foreign movies and he and Libby making up their own dialogue for fun. “What did you bring?” "Whatever the hell this is," she replied and tossed him the DVD case. She didn't know what the title said or meant, which she assumed as a good sign when it came to picking a movie in a foreign language that she could make up the story to. "And I think I've seen enough naked guys lately to last me a while, so please keep your shirt on." Callum could, of course, read the title but decided not to tell her what it was so not to give her any clues that would help her make their story more accurate. “Why so many naked guys?” he asked as he removed the dvd from its cover and inserted it into his laptop, moving over so she had the choice of sitting on his bed or his desk chair. "Guess they just can't help but lose their clothes around me?" She picked his bed because it was by far more comfortable than the desk chair. Everyone knew that. Plus, he'd pushed her into the lake -- they had no need to be polite to one another anymore. “I know it will be a struggle to keep mine on during the movie,” he teased. “But if they were taking them off to impress you wouldn’t it be easier for them to wish you liked them?” "That would probably only last a couple of hours," she replied, focusing on the laptop rather than. Well. Him. "Who said I was impressed?" “A couple of hours is better than nothing, right?” he commented as he muted the dvd and made the picture full screen. “I don’t think you were impressed,” he added, “If you were you wouldn’t be complaining about too much nudity.” "You think my affection is that great that someone would wish for it?" she teased, leaning back on a pillow she'd nabbed from the head of his bed and rest against the wall behind her. “I wouldn’t know, you’re never that nice to me,” he teased back. “But some people might think so,” he added more seriously, because he liked to believe people did do somewhat crazy things because they liked someone. "You totally deserve it, Mt. Suck." She sighed a little at this juncture and watched the screen for a moment, though not really seeing it. "I don't want really want to like anyone right now. I mean, make out with a few people, sure, but like someone? No way." Callum was not the right person to be talking to about liking people. He’d already thought he’d been in a relationship with Laurel, had no idea he was accidentally leading Carmela on by buying her toys and taking her rock climbing, temporarily panicked when faced with the idea that Laurel thought they were still together and had a date planned with Moa. “Nothing wrong with liking people.” "Didn't say there was," she replied in -- what she thought was a calm, even tone -- but had a hint of defensiveness laced through it. “Then why are you avoiding it?” he asked. Trying not to like people seemed like the harder option to him. Because I'm not over my ex, sounded pathetic. "Because I don't feel like it. Plus isn't dating here supposed to be a bad idea?" He wasn’t entirely sure that dating here wasn’t a bad idea, not really sure how to break up with someone without leaving the country, but he’d still decided it was worth trying anyway. Not that he’d really been in a relationship but he liked to think Laurel counted. “Seems to be working for some.” "For now. And those are the ones that are probably a little more serious, anyway, and like," she paused and bit her lip. "I'm just not into serious right now, you know? I want a break from that." “Okay,” he replied, turning his attention back to the movie. He didn’t totally agree with Libby but he knew other people had differing opinions from him and tried to respect that. “Any idea what’s going on?” he asked, watching the screen for a minute to see if he could work it out. "I think that's the daughter," Libby surmised as she inspected the drama unfolding on the screen in front of her for a moment. "And that's her -- oh wait, they kissed. Can't be her dad." “Don’t be ageist, Hope,” he teased, “Just because he looks old enough to be her dad doesn’t mean he can’t be the romantic interest. It’s obviously a movie about love not being bound by age.” "Just because you're ancient doesn't mean that's not gross!" “Or he’s rich and she’s sleeping with him for his money and is planning to marry him then murder him,” he suggested, “But they look pretty in love to me.” "I like your first idea," Libby decided, and suddenly wished she'd had the foresight to bring snacks. She considered asking Callum to wish them some, but then decided she'd stolen from the convenience store enough of late and should probably slow it down a little before she got herself into actual trouble. "No one's that in love at the beginning of the movie if they're meant to last. Something bad's totally going to happen." “Maybe it’s a tragedy and they are that in love but because he’s old he’s going to die and leave her heartbroken then it’s a story about her learning to love again.” "You'd rather watch a story about that than a thriller?" she queried, glancing to her left to look at him. “Yes,” Callum answered honestly, not ashamed by his love of romantic dramas and comedies. Libby was a little surprised -- Marcus used to complain whenever she felt like watching what he claimed was a chick flick, even if it wasn't even that romantic to begin with -- but Callum wasn't Marcus. Evidently. No one was. "Alright," she said with with resigned shrug and fixed her gaze back on the laptop. "So they're in love and he's about to die. Should we wish you some tissues?" “Yes, Genie,” Callum replied, rolling his eyes, “I like romantic movies so I cry really easily.” He wasn’t like Meg Ryan and her friends in Sleepless in Seattle, crying every time An Affair to Remember was even mentioned. Even if he did love both those movies. "It's okay, Mt Suck. If you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here for you," she teased, not missing a beat. “And if it turns out she’s planning on killing him and you get ideas I’m here to wish you whatever murder weapon you need,” he teased back. "Wouldn't you be at risk of being killed, though? I mean, I don't see anyone else to fit the profile in here." “I’m not rich,” he answered, “You’re not going to gain anything by killing me.” "Details," she replied dismissively and quieted for a while to figure out what was taking place on the laptop screen. “I was right!” Callum declared triumphantly as the movie finished. Or, at least, from what he’d been able to gather from them watching it without any sound he was pretty sure he was right. “Tragic love story. Great movie.” Libby had been unexpectedly drawn into the drama as it unfolded, empathising to the point of tears pricking at her eyes despite her earlier teasing. "Yeah, it was good," she mumbled, roughly and quickly drying her face hopefully before he had a chance to see. “Aww, Hope,” he said, turning his head and noticing that she was wiping her face, “Do you need some tissues or would you just like to use my sheet?” "Shut up," Libby shot back a little lamely. "I'm fine." “It’s okay,” he said, smiling at her, “You can cry, I don’t care.” Except that Libby did care. She didn't want to be seen as emotionally instable or, worse!, childish. "Just a weird allergy or something. I'm not crying." “Alright,” Callum said, deciding to let it go even though the allergy thing was clearly a lie since she’d been fine up until that point, “But it wouldn’t matter if you were.” "But I wasn't, so it's a moot point," she stubbornly asserted again and uncomfortably shifted away. “Alright,” he repeated, “Comedy next time?” "Sure." She hopped off his bed and reached for the DVD case so that she could return the movie later in the week. "Just let me know." “Will do,” he replied, shutting his laptop and spreading out now that he had his bed back to himself. “Or we could watch the films you’re making of your classmates.” Regaining some of the poise she'd lost earlier, Libby smiled. "When I finish them, I'll invite you to the premier." “Looking forward to it, Hope,” he said, smiling back at her. |