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Sophie Devereaux [Leverage] (worstactressevr) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-05-13 20:51:00

Entry tags:

sam ford, sophie devereaux

Who: Sam Ford and Sophie Devereaux
Where: Her flat
When: Afternoon
What: Someone's breaking in, and it's not her.
Warnings: Naw.

Sophie had been working all sorts of hours at the theatre getting ready for the play. It was weighing on her mind, all the things she still needed to get done before the show was a bit of a distraction. At least, that would be her excuse for why she didn't pick up on the hard-to-notice yet telltale signs that someone else had entered her flat.

Dropping her tote on the floor near the door, She closed the door behind her and turned toward her living room, a single brow lifting as she saw Sam in her sofa, eating her ice cream.

"Well well. Good afternoon, darling."

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treated
2009-05-13 10:18 pm UTC (link)

Sam smirked, licking the spoon. "Fancy meeting you here," he said, his brow raising to mirror hers. He set down the bowl on a coaster and leaned back on the coach, looking quite proud of himself. He put his feet up on the ottoman, feet crossed at his ankles as he put his hands behind his head.

"So how was your day?" he asked, watching her to gauge her mood. She had implied he could let himself in, but he hadn't crossed this particular boundary before. He imagined a large factor would depend on her mood.

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	worstactressevr 2009-05-13 10:49 pm UTC (link)
	"My day was quite lovely... and yours?" She was mildly amused that he was here - not that he'd gotten in, but so quickly. She'd offered the challenge, and even changed the alarm to one he'd be able to guess if he got that far. "Of course, I was in the mood for ice cream..." Reaching over, she tugged on a lock of hair, then took a seat on the sofa." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	treated 2009-05-14 11:16 am UTC (link)
	"Well, if you bought the bigger carton instead of the fancy tiny one, there might be some left." Sam hadn't. actually cleaned her out, but he couldn't resist teasing her. He leaned forward, looking over at her. "My day? Awkward with a side of awkward." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	worstactressevr 2009-05-14 12:24 pm UTC (link)
	Sophie grinned. "Are you implying I don't deserve the fancy stuff?" When he talked about his day, her expression slid from teasing to concerned. "Doesn't sound particularly pleasant. What happened?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

treated
2009-05-14 01:09 pm UTC (link)

"I'm just saying you should buy more of the fancy stuff." He passed the small carton and a clean spoon to her. He'd eaten out of a bowl (he wasn't quite to that point yet), but kept the carton with him, anticipating she would be home soon. It was soft, but not melty. His timing had been spot on.

He shrugged. "Eh, school," he said dismissively. It was obvious that he was leaving something unsaid. He just wasn't sure how much he could say without Sophie putting all the pieces together. Besides, he hadn't come for a therapy session--well, maybe he had, but it seemed a little early to jump right into that.

	treated 2009-05-14 06:00 pm UTC (link)
	"Aww," he said, leaning his head back and mock pouting. "What about a nudity scene? Maybe your toga could fall off." Yes, he knew better. He was playing dumb. For some reason, he was just a little off tonight. There was a little less mirth behind his jokes. He was trying to cover up any ease. He was trying really hard, and he'd probably fool just about anyone. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	worstactressevr 2009-05-14 06:18 pm UTC (link)
	He might be able to fool just about anyone, but conning a conman was a slightly different sport. Still, she said nothing about his mood, simply offering him a spoon of ice cream. "Sadly, not a single toga to be found. Next time I do Julius Caesar though, I'll see what I can manage for you. I do love Julius Caesar..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	treated 2009-05-14 07:44 pm UTC (link)
	"Aww, you're no fun." The moment she called him out, his smile faded and he looked thoughtful. He leaned back, wrapping a finger in Sophie's hair, playing with it. "How much time do you have?" he asked sarcastically. Where should he even start? Either way, he was more comfortable here than he was pretty much anywhere else. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	treated 2009-05-15 07:27 am UTC (link)
	"School's kinda.. I don't know. I don't fit in." He shrugged. Things had gotten more uncomfortable since the whole sex-thing. "But home is worse," he admitted. "Stuff with Dad...I know it's supposed to get better with time, but Sophie.. It's not. I just. I don't know what to do. He doesn't--" He frowned. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)