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BELLE ғʀᴇɴᴄʜ/ɢᴏʟᴅ ([personal profile] lucency) wrote in [community profile] pictureshows2014-04-22 02:32 pm


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[personal profile] transacting 2014-05-01 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ it doesn't go over his head. not entirely. admittedly, the fact hits him after the perceived shot at his reflexes, but when he does realize that she counted, he pauses. stares, however rude it is. no, she's not a threat, and no, he doesn't take her as one, but still. the fact remains. humanity, and all of that.

he watches as she sets off down the stairs, and says,
] I knew you didn't come all this way just to watch.
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[personal profile] remodeled 2014-05-01 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
( she arrives eventually — and really, one has to wonder if somewhere during the trip she hasn't cursed the futility of constructing (and maintaining) such an elaborate staircase when there was an elevator handy. and when she does, she makes purposeful strides towards roger, his office, stopping close.

it seems, for a moment, that dorothy opted to ignore his comment. but he was right, after all — she didn't come all this way just to watch him flip hourglasses and scratch the same spot on the back of his neck five times in three minutes. (yes, she's counting this, too. not that roger ever has to know.) dorothy holds out her arms, in a manner that evokes patty cake games fit for a schoolyard... or it's undoubtedly more hardcore cousin, slapsies.

she's waiting.
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[personal profile] transacting 2014-05-01 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ he looks up at her from his place on the sofa with an expression that can only be described as utterly and completely bewildered. half-offended. that one look that roger gets when he doesn't understand something. there's a knit of his jaw and a grit of his teeth before he rolls his eyes and looks away from her. ] What are you doing now?

[ touchy. apparently. touchy and delivered like some sort of aggravated parent, not an employer who drapes everything in black to present a facade of class. ]
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[personal profile] remodeled 2014-05-01 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
( it's official: roger smith confirmed for uncool notdad for the lowest caliber. )

Roger, extend your hands. ( she extends hers a little further for emphasis, the movement accompanied by her usual mechanical whir. almost in afterthought: ) — Close your eyes.

( she is going somewhere with this. there is a light at the end of the tunnel. )
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[personal profile] transacting 2014-05-01 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Dorothy, this is preposterous. Can't you see - [ but he sighs. his shoulders droop, even as he manages to sit up straighter. he's trying to relax. that doesn't mean he's going to get very far with it, clearly.

he does listen, closing his eyes and lifting his hands like a good little negotiator. and then whatever it is takes a second too long, and he lifts one of his eyelids to inspect whatever it is that's happening.
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[personal profile] remodeled 2014-05-03 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
( she glares daggers at him — giant icy daggers with tips dipped in the poison of disappointment — and she knows he can see it, or else she wouldn't be glaring in the first place.

not so fast, big boy.

There is no point to this exercise if you do not close your eyes.
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[personal profile] transacting 2014-05-04 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he wasn't expecting to be caught, but maybe roger wasn't expecting a lot of things. he grumbles something incoherent - after a moment of surprise at being called out - and finally listens to her. he settles back against the sofa, arms extended, eyes closed. ]