Scoundrel

Stretching, Rocky waits for a response in the chatroom, but finds himself thirsty. Returning just a few moments later with a glass of juice, he takes a sip and slides back down in his chair. Reading Thundercat5's first couple replies, he almost chokes on his juice, trying not to laugh, but winding up with juice all over his computer screen anyway.

He has to clean up before he types a response, and hopes she doesn't think he really did leave.

rockin_gts: I'd like to think I pull off the rugged look quite well, however...

He pauses.

rockin_gts: I don't think I looked very rugged as I blew juice out my nose a moment ago.

rockin_gts: Thank you for the laugh though - my computer screen needed cleaning anyway... lol

He grins and shakes his head, cleaning up a little more. He did think her comments were rather funny - just because of the nature of them, and because he was amused at what seemed to be her getting a little flustered. Maybe he wasn't the only one having trouble with late night humor.

rockin_gts: Don't worry - it would take more than an accidental pass to scare me off. Besides, I'm glad you like whiskers... if I shaved them all off, I might wind up getting stuck in some narrow space that I think I can fit through. Now that would be embarrassing.

Oh yeah. That was clever. He rolls his eyes at himself yet again and looks down at Puzzle. "I'm glad these conversations aren't face-to-face, you know that? What kind of an idiot must I look like?" A meowed response makes him smirk. "You don't have to agree with me."


Carson watches to make sure Ryan makes it inside the apartment before he pulls away. The hardest thing right now was staying awake. He does stop by the hospital briefly, finding that Alec was still stable in ICU, with guards outside the door. His next stop was TJY and he makes it as quick as possible, though reporting takes longer than he likes. And finally, finally, he can go home.

Arriving at the apartment, he parks and gets out of the car wearily, grabbing his bag. Trudging up the walk he makes it inside, depositing his bag and keys by the door. Seeing the kitchen light on, he wanders in that direction, pausing a moment in the doorway to just watch Misty. The aroma of food makes his stomach growl and he grins wearily. He was well taken care of, that was for sure.

Ambling in further, he catches her eye and smiles the best he can. "Hey. What's a good looking sheila like you doing up at this hour waiting for a scoundrel like me?" Pulling her into an embrace, he hugs her close, glad to see her... glad to be home... glad to be alive. Retreating, he gives her a long kiss on the lips as his hands cradle her face. "This scoundrel is awfully glad to see you."


Hearing the door, Eli jumps and looks quickly in that direction. Seeing Ryan, he immediately gets to his feet. Going to her quickly, all those same thoughts come tumbling through his mind and they want to jump of his tongue, but he holds them back. The look on his sister's face hurt worse than he thought it would.

Setting his hands on he shoulders, he searches her eyes for several long moments. He'd been so worried. "You okay?"


"Mmm... there's always a kiss involved," Jason reasons. Waiting for Katie to exit her cubicle, he takes her hand and heads to the exit slowly. "I'm thinking Chinese... that way I get you all to myself and don't have to wait for you while you cook."

He grins and slips his arm around her shoulder instead. There were some things he liked about not knowing each other's thoughts all the time. But there were some things he didn't like either, and one of them was having to say everything aloud and sometimes forgetting that she didn't already know what he was thinking. Seemed odd... any "normal" person would think him silly, but really, both of them were so used to the open communication that maybe they'd been spoiled.

Hitting the night air, Jason takes a deep breath, wanting to enjoy it. It seemed he wanted to enjoy a lot of things lately... perhaps he was beginning to see the value in the little things... the little things that he might not experience for much longer. Life really was short, and it really was precious.

His hand slides back down to Katie's again as he limps beside her. "Rick might let me start work again soon," he mentions. So maybe Rick hadn't given him an answer about that at all, but it was still a possibility, right? He might as well make it sound positive for Katie so she didn't worry so much. "He said we could go off the antidote if we wanted..."