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banditingsWHO: John Murphy & Emori
WHERE: Casa de actually delinquent delinquents
WARNINGS: Bad words? Maybe sexy stuff?
SUMMARY: Memori does cute cooking
[ in the past, the days Murphy'd felt like this, too paranoid, too unsettled, waiting for the next crisis to uproot and endanger them, he'd go to Kavinsky's place. Demand to be thrown into a bed and try to bury that restlessness in the sheets.
Now, she's here. Emori, the only one who'd ever mattered, the only one who'd ever come back for him. The single person who'd been more than her word.
She's here now, and perched on the edge of the kitchen counter in pajamas, hair all long and loose and gorgeous falling over her shoulders. Murphy's still in boxers, despite the sun coming through the windows and the clock telling them it's past 2pm. He stands over a cake he'd just pulled from the oven, now covering it with homemade frosting. Murphy holds up the spoon with left overs of it clinging to the end, offering it to Emori. ] Taste.
WHERE: Casa de actually delinquent delinquents
WARNINGS: Bad words? Maybe sexy stuff?
SUMMARY: Memori does cute cooking
[ in the past, the days Murphy'd felt like this, too paranoid, too unsettled, waiting for the next crisis to uproot and endanger them, he'd go to Kavinsky's place. Demand to be thrown into a bed and try to bury that restlessness in the sheets.
Now, she's here. Emori, the only one who'd ever mattered, the only one who'd ever come back for him. The single person who'd been more than her word.
She's here now, and perched on the edge of the kitchen counter in pajamas, hair all long and loose and gorgeous falling over her shoulders. Murphy's still in boxers, despite the sun coming through the windows and the clock telling them it's past 2pm. He stands over a cake he'd just pulled from the oven, now covering it with homemade frosting. Murphy holds up the spoon with left overs of it clinging to the end, offering it to Emori. ] Taste.
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Date: 2017-05-30 03:36 pm (UTC)She smiles when he holds up the spoon, leaning forward to taste the frosting. It's sweet but not too sweet. ] It's perfect. How do you do that?
[ Even though she had just watched him do it, it still feels like a mystery. She doesn't feel unsettled here in this apartment with John. She feels like she's... home? Maybe. Maybe it's that John became the first home she's ever had and it wouldn't matter where they were. ]