Re: Quicklog: Penny and Cris
[The sigh was familiar—the squad room, the elevator, the car, the breakroom—and had he been in any other mood, he mighta smiled. Instead, Cris blinked black lashes at the woman in front of him, her eyebrow a moon-curve of blonde. Her fingers jerked on corduroy, straightening it, and he stood, half-grazed chin going up to allow her room in her ministrations. He let a puff of breath out through his nose when she informed him of his dues.] Chinese and you got a deal. [Pizza was something he let himself have occasionally. Too much cheese. But, Chinese—he could do that.
He was on her heels as they went through the red door and into the move-in chaos that spewed boxed, partially unpacked, and blankets to every corner of that room. Renovated, clean hardwood, it was old, sure, but someone had paid top dollar to clean it up. Cris closed the door behind him and wandered, following behind Penny, eyes going to the tinfoil UFO on the table.] Thought you were callin' me sweet potato, [he joked as he peeked beneath aluminum. Green crust. Someone was reading too much Dr. Seuss and Cris had a hunch who it might be.] Looks... great. [Black eyebrows twitched up at Penny and the first trace of a true smile appeared on the mess of his face.] She and the girl asleep? [Cris nodded toward the darkness that grew behind the kitchen, where he imagined stairs or rooms were laid out.]