Joey Alexander knows he is good (fornothing) wrote in rooms,
Re: Log: Joey / Maggie
Joey paused before tossing the lot of mildew and dry blood into the sink basin, knuckles full of cotton, arms tense with the hesitation that stalled him midmotion. Without any follow-up explanation or any prior knowledge of the water's warmth, he didn't quite know what she meant by that. His eyes ran backlanes up her arm, spinning out from the halt of her hand and traveling up fast until an eyebrow cocked and he looked her in the face. "Yeah?"
Even though the word was tradionally agreeable, when it marched with the wry amusement on his face, it managed to pull off warm skepticism. Which was probably only a little bit better than blatant dismissal. Although maybe idle entertainment was more insulting, who knows. Some of them here were tough as scar tissue, but he knew that sometimes it was those kinds that snapped like a trigger pulled in a flinch. Joey seemed to immediately regret his smile, unless he was using it to try and make somebody feel better, he didn't quite know what to do with it for long. Joy was on a time share around here.
He cleared his throat and dropped his eyes to the sink, considering the water for a moment before he knelt down, pried open a cabinet and started looking for the dish soap. He banged around for a minute, then he paused. "Thought you weren't good with this domestic stuff?"