[ If it was... someone else he'd probably just say 'it's unlocked'. This guy? No. He gets up, puts Logan in Wade's bedroom and opens the door for him.
Steps back so Ellery can come in.
Run down as hell on the outside, but the inside's pretty nice. Hardwood floors are probably the best feature, it's not exactly decorated but... decent.]
[Ellery is holding a tote bag containing half a baguette, a loaf bag with the crust and six slices of bread still in it, the remains of a block of cheese, a stick of butter with knife marks down one side, three tomatoes in a napkin, and a miraculously intact pack of ham.
The bag also has a half used bottle of conditioner, two lighters and a pack of matches, but they're not dinner.
He breezes past Scott as the door opens, chin lifted to take in the surroundings.]
Mostly. It slows my kid down when he decides to barge in. Do you want it unlocked?
[ Because he'll be a smart ass about sandwiches but he's not going to mess with a situation that might be claustrophobia in someone with abilities (and that plant thing was a clue). It... implies things to him. ]
[There's a beat before his shoulders unlock and he keeps walking as if nothing slowed him down.]
It's a bit "now we're shut in for the night" but it's fine, I suppose. You didn't say you had a fucking toddler. Any reason you keep him locked out in the yard?
[He's reached the kitchen by now, unpacking his mostly half eaten wares.]
[Not judgemental, except in the way that almost everything he says seems to turn something over, observe and criticise it in the most casual way possible.]
Fuck, the ham's got herbs on. Do you like [A squint at the pack] Garlic, rosemary and oregano?
If you're sure. I don't want to be fucked over by a herb.
[After the 'breeding facility in an alternate reality' comment, that is the thing he chooses to respond to.
He makes sandwiches like he's on a production line, careless but efficient. Butter, cheese and ham, tomato sliced wafer thin. It's a minute before he gets around to saying anything else, although immediately clear he's been thinking in the meantime.]
[Ellery raises one hand in the air without looking back, shaking it in the universal gesture of 'ish'. It doesn't sound like he's Scott's, beyond some kind of instinct to get sentimental about it.]
I'm not some sort of plant whisperer. You caught me on a bad night.
Consent's boring. People here try to make everything sound like a set of terms and conditions, or a divorce settlement. I the undersigned consent to getting my back blown out three times a week, as signed and witnessed here on this day the third of whatever, somefuckingtime. Jesus. Enthusiasm's fine for me.
[He turns his head then, blinking as if the coffee is an entirely new thing, despite the room slowly starting to smell bitter and dark as Scott's been making it.
And then he removes Scott's cup.]
I'll have it black. You're not having any until after.
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Date: 2022-08-25 04:26 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2022-08-25 09:09 pm (UTC)Steps back so Ellery can come in.
Run down as hell on the outside, but the inside's pretty nice. Hardwood floors are probably the best feature, it's not exactly decorated but... decent.]
Are you like this with everyone?
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Date: 2022-08-29 01:25 pm (UTC)The bag also has a half used bottle of conditioner, two lighters and a pack of matches, but they're not dinner.
He breezes past Scott as the door opens, chin lifted to take in the surroundings.]
I don't cook for everyone. Why did you move here?
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Date: 2022-08-29 02:52 pm (UTC)He closes the door behind Ellery and locks it again. Then nods toward the kitchen. ]
Do sandwiches count as cooking?
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Date: 2022-08-31 08:03 pm (UTC)[Ellery's already on his way toward the kitchen, too far to catch Scott's nod. But he stops short when he hears the door click.]
Do you always keep that locked?
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Date: 2022-08-31 08:04 pm (UTC)[ Because he'll be a smart ass about sandwiches but he's not going to mess with a situation that might be claustrophobia in someone with abilities (and that plant thing was a clue). It... implies things to him. ]
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Date: 2022-08-31 08:07 pm (UTC)It's a bit "now we're shut in for the night" but it's fine, I suppose. You didn't say you had a fucking toddler. Any reason you keep him locked out in the yard?
[He's reached the kitchen by now, unpacking his mostly half eaten wares.]
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Date: 2022-08-31 08:09 pm (UTC)He's 18 and his impulsivity isn't much above that of a toddler. He lives in public housing with his dominant but he likes to check in. Often abruptly.
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Date: 2022-08-31 08:18 pm (UTC)[Ellery sniffs. Then he sniffs the bread - he has no clue when its previous owner bought it but it seems fresh enough.
Kitchens are, largely, similar in theme - so he doesn't ask Scott where plates and cutlery are, just goes looking.]
Interesting that you're worried about him walking in on someone introducing you to butter. It wasn't a euphemism. How old are you?
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Date: 2022-08-31 08:22 pm (UTC)[ He loves Nate, but goddamn his kid is... a lot sometimes.
The question makes him pause, a little surprised but.]
36. Why?
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Date: 2022-08-31 08:28 pm (UTC)[Not judgemental, except in the way that almost everything he says seems to turn something over, observe and criticise it in the most casual way possible.]
Fuck, the ham's got herbs on. Do you like [A squint at the pack] Garlic, rosemary and oregano?
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Date: 2022-08-31 08:31 pm (UTC)He goes back to making coffee.]
He's from a breeding facility in an alternate reality using my alternate reality self's DNA. Biologically mine, but not someone I raised.
That ham sounds better than I expected.
[ Butter still weird. ]
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Date: 2022-08-31 08:50 pm (UTC)[After the 'breeding facility in an alternate reality' comment, that is the thing he chooses to respond to.
He makes sandwiches like he's on a production line, careless but efficient. Butter, cheese and ham, tomato sliced wafer thin. It's a minute before he gets around to saying anything else, although immediately clear he's been thinking in the meantime.]
But you still call him yours?
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Date: 2022-08-31 08:56 pm (UTC)[ Automatic, careless banter while he watches the coffee, gets down a couple of mugs and puts away the few dishes in the dish drainer.
He doesn't hesitate to answer the other question, either. ]
Yeah. I would't say we've got a great relationship, but he's mine.
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Date: 2022-08-31 09:02 pm (UTC)I'm not some sort of plant whisperer. You caught me on a bad night.
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Date: 2022-08-31 09:03 pm (UTC)[ Dry and wry as fuck and also he's not so much sentimental as... overly responsible.]
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Date: 2022-08-31 09:15 pm (UTC)[He smiles, a little, head tipped down as he finishes his work.]
Anything else?
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Date: 2022-08-31 09:30 pm (UTC)[ But then: ]
Not that I can think of. How do you want your coffee or would you rather drink something else?
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Date: 2022-09-01 09:41 am (UTC)[He turns his head then, blinking as if the coffee is an entirely new thing, despite the room slowly starting to smell bitter and dark as Scott's been making it.
And then he removes Scott's cup.]
I'll have it black. You're not having any until after.
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Date: 2022-09-06 08:51 pm (UTC)He pours the coffee - both cups black - and while he refrains from drinking he can't not be a smart-ass yet again ]
Because it'll ruin my appreciation of butter?