[ luke's turned around when she begins asking her question. he swivels on his heel and turns to her, eyebrows raised. it's awkward between them, but if she's about to suggest something that'll make it feel a little more familiar, he's all ears. ]
[ there's not much in his fridge aside from diet coke and some fanta, and leftover takeout food that's all for one. for a guy who is in his twenties, his bachelor pad is subpar. a part of him kind of wants to leave his apartment. he thought it'd make him feel more comfortable and balanced while in her presence, but it's done nothing to serve his favour. ]
What? [ rather than saying okay, he's going to stand there, eyebrows raised, a little hopeful that the daughter of ares has a better idea on how to cut the awkwardness with a knife than the son of hermes who only knows how to destroy the things in his path. while he thinks of himself as a pretty decent strategist, she's the one who had been born with battle plans already formed in her head. does she want to leave? does she want him to walk her back home? he doubts she wants a round of xbox. ]
[ the expression on her face makes him press. it's not one he's ever really seen her wear before. his eyes dip up, then down, wondering, concerned a little, at the way she's broken her thought apart before letting it blossom. ] What is it?
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[ there's not much in his fridge aside from diet coke and some fanta, and leftover takeout food that's all for one. for a guy who is in his twenties, his bachelor pad is subpar. a part of him kind of wants to leave his apartment. he thought it'd make him feel more comfortable and balanced while in her presence, but it's done nothing to serve his favour. ]
What? [ rather than saying okay, he's going to stand there, eyebrows raised, a little hopeful that the daughter of ares has a better idea on how to cut the awkwardness with a knife than the son of hermes who only knows how to destroy the things in his path. while he thinks of himself as a pretty decent strategist, she's the one who had been born with battle plans already formed in her head. does she want to leave? does she want him to walk her back home? he doubts she wants a round of xbox. ]
[ the expression on her face makes him press. it's not one he's ever really seen her wear before. his eyes dip up, then down, wondering, concerned a little, at the way she's broken her thought apart before letting it blossom. ] What is it?