Luke Gillespie (passingthoughts) wrote in willowbrookrpg, |
Luke laughed, a soft sound that was typical of his quiet nature. He could honestly say that even when full of joy he wasn't any more than quiet. True excitement was a foreign feeling in his body and even though he loved Melody and was happy to see her there was always a touch of sadness to him. From a lifetime of ghosts, violence and struggle he couldn't feel beyond that. "Whatever you make is likely better than what I can do. I'm not sure I can follow a recipe." Following her to the kitchen, he immediately grabbed plates and a glass for whatever she might want to drink. He smiled, watching her quietly as she distributed the food over the counter. "Funfetti?" He sniffed the air above the cupcakes. They had given cupcakes for birthdays in the hospital, but he didn't know the technical terms for things. The question was always was it vanilla or chocolate. "It looks delicious." Had he realized that she had done something different with her hair, he would have said something or made a choice to get dressed better. But Luke was still hazy from his practicing and still kind of lost in the memories from the day previous when he was putting his investigative skills to the test. "Would you like something to drink? I have orange juice or cranberry juice or... coffee?" |