Re: quicklog: abe/sasha apple cart
Round? Like an orb? But, wouldn't all the water sink below the equator? [He grinned at her, revealing his true form of someone who trolled flat-earth forums. Abe loved secret societies, conspiracy theories and tall tales. The bad ones, in his opinion, were sometimes better than the more believable ones. She reached to squeeze her hand and he could practically feel her complicated feelings. It was like trying to untie a very small knot in a gold chain. Impossible, unless you had the patience and delicacy.]
Everything else I tend to watch alone. You're welcome to join me for any of my binge watching, though. It's a great way to spend an afternoon, I don't care what anyone says. [Abe tried to imagine himself as James. He was a man cut from a completely different cloth. Feelings before thought, passion before curiosity. Sometimes he felt this way around Sasha, like how he had ignored the obvious blood stain on her clothes. But, he didn't know if he should be blamed for that.
Plus, she made him laugh. She went off ranting at the poor waitress and Abe sat back, crossing his arms and laughing as the rant continued. She threw accusations of hidden evil in him and he looked up with the most innocent expression he could muster. Who me? A swamp monster? Never. After the waitress left, he chuckled at her and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.] You think you'll put up a fight, but you're going to love every second of it. [He smirked back at her.
She handed him a book, pages flayed open and he took it, eagerly reading. Glancing up to her:] Well, I'm as docile as a goldfish...