That so? [ smooth, she thinks, not wanting to admit at all the way the comment has her chest fluttering. she flushes, just a little, letting the smile split across her face as she reaches for her drink and hides behind the glass. just for a minute, maybe two, and then it's back to searching.
it's easy to forget the rest of it - the odd feeling of these rooms, these androids, the lives they may or may not have lived. karen busies herself instead with the routine, with the new rooms and the terrible clothes they find. with the way they work through the bottle, Karen feeling more drunk that logan is acting, but it's okay. she feels safe. and maybe that's the biggest part.
they haven't found anything worth the amount of effort they've put in, yet. but even so, she's having a good time, and considering the amount of times she's gotten logan to almost loosen up, or at the very least pretend to try on an item or two. he also doesn't pull away when she has a moment of bravery and reaches for his hand, tugging him after her into the next room. somewhere along the way she picked up another coverup, something a little longer, though still thin and loose. it makes her feel less like she's walking around in a bathing suit, even though they haven't actually stopped in the last few hours. she has no idea what time it is, and doesn't really care.
it's nice, to not have to care. to feel like they can just wander through the night and it can just be easy. she's noticed he doesn't take to it nearly as well, that there's still some kind of distance, some kind of tension that he doesn't let go of, but she does see it soften as the night goes on. and that is enough of a reason for her to keep trying, to feed into the feeling she's trying to create.
and maybe, when he steps in next to her as she rifles through another piece of luggage, she does notice that he might step in a little closer than he did before. ]
I don't know, those polka-dotted golf pants might be the best thing we find tonight. [ she moves around some fabric, looking, and pauses as her fingers brush over something. she straightens, pulling the belt out from the back of the suitcase. she looks it over, turning over the leather, before she looks back up to him - without a trace of the playful glint in her eyes. instead, she looks genuinely excited. ]
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it's easy to forget the rest of it - the odd feeling of these rooms, these androids, the lives they may or may not have lived. karen busies herself instead with the routine, with the new rooms and the terrible clothes they find. with the way they work through the bottle, Karen feeling more drunk that logan is acting, but it's okay. she feels safe. and maybe that's the biggest part.
they haven't found anything worth the amount of effort they've put in, yet. but even so, she's having a good time, and considering the amount of times she's gotten logan to almost loosen up, or at the very least pretend to try on an item or two. he also doesn't pull away when she has a moment of bravery and reaches for his hand, tugging him after her into the next room. somewhere along the way she picked up another coverup, something a little longer, though still thin and loose. it makes her feel less like she's walking around in a bathing suit, even though they haven't actually stopped in the last few hours. she has no idea what time it is, and doesn't really care.
it's nice, to not have to care. to feel like they can just wander through the night and it can just be easy. she's noticed he doesn't take to it nearly as well, that there's still some kind of distance, some kind of tension that he doesn't let go of, but she does see it soften as the night goes on. and that is enough of a reason for her to keep trying, to feed into the feeling she's trying to create.
and maybe, when he steps in next to her as she rifles through another piece of luggage, she does notice that he might step in a little closer than he did before. ]
I don't know, those polka-dotted golf pants might be the best thing we find tonight. [ she moves around some fabric, looking, and pauses as her fingers brush over something. she straightens, pulling the belt out from the back of the suitcase. she looks it over, turning over the leather, before she looks back up to him - without a trace of the playful glint in her eyes. instead, she looks genuinely excited. ]
Here- this is actually really nice.