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million_points_of_light2014-01-30 05:53 pm
promises_to_keep) wrote in million_points_of_light2014-01-30 05:53 pm
somehow you always seem to be there, making it easy
Who: Three guesses. First two don't count.
What: Dumb boys talking about dumb stuff idk
When: After returning from the mission in Nepal, probably the next day?
Where: Casa de Bro
Why: Reasons
Warnings: Egregious amounts of derp and sap.
After all the rain in Nepal, Lea had to admit the snow in Exsilium was kind of welcome again. Sure, it was a lot colder here, but at least he wasn't sopping wet and covered in mud anymore. Standing by the stove, waiting for the pot of water to boil so he could make noodles, Lea hummed quietly to himself, a mostly tuneless amalgamation of notes that didn't resemble any song in particular. The house was quiet, and despite all of the... drama... that had come to pass during their mission, Lea was actually feeling pretty good about the whole thing.
Oh, sure, the whole Good Samaritan thing was all well and good, he guessed. That sort of thing had never really been Lea's forté, and while he would have been hard pressed to just walk away from someone who really needed a hand, proactively helping strangers wasn't his style. He hadn't wanted to go to Nepal, but he supposed that all things considered, he wasn't sorry he had. It had been an informative trip, if nothing else.
The water rumbled to a boil, and Lea tore open the package of curly ramen noodles, upending them into the water and poking at them with a fork, still humming that extempore song to himself. He hadn't been in this good of a mood in a long time.
What: Dumb boys talking about dumb stuff idk
When: After returning from the mission in Nepal, probably the next day?
Where: Casa de Bro
Why: Reasons
Warnings: Egregious amounts of derp and sap.
After all the rain in Nepal, Lea had to admit the snow in Exsilium was kind of welcome again. Sure, it was a lot colder here, but at least he wasn't sopping wet and covered in mud anymore. Standing by the stove, waiting for the pot of water to boil so he could make noodles, Lea hummed quietly to himself, a mostly tuneless amalgamation of notes that didn't resemble any song in particular. The house was quiet, and despite all of the... drama... that had come to pass during their mission, Lea was actually feeling pretty good about the whole thing.
Oh, sure, the whole Good Samaritan thing was all well and good, he guessed. That sort of thing had never really been Lea's forté, and while he would have been hard pressed to just walk away from someone who really needed a hand, proactively helping strangers wasn't his style. He hadn't wanted to go to Nepal, but he supposed that all things considered, he wasn't sorry he had. It had been an informative trip, if nothing else.
The water rumbled to a boil, and Lea tore open the package of curly ramen noodles, upending them into the water and poking at them with a fork, still humming that extempore song to himself. He hadn't been in this good of a mood in a long time.
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He wasn't good. He just did good things; he did what people didn't want to do. He didn't have a problem with picking up the slack.
He made a face, though, at the thought of Lea handling a gun. "How's your aim?" He said, sipping his bowl and closing his eyes, half an honest question and half a physical I don't think you're cut out for sharpshooting.