🌊 le déluge

[familycrest]

● WHO: trevor belmont (familycrest), bobbi morse (covertness) + various
● WHAT: june catch all + event
● WHEN: june
● WHERE: all over
● WARNINGS: sex, aphro, love darts, possibly consentacles, cuddles, will add more as needed

[ fake cut is fake, starters in the comments. hit me up @ abiosis / tona#8599 or via plotting comment if you'd like to do anything with trevor and/or bobbi! ]

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[covertness]

[ honestly, there's really not much he could ruin about the place if he were to drop everywhere, but it's still a pleasant show of decent manners and common courtesy that he doesn't. bobbi wouldn't say she puts much stock in those things, but she still appreciates it. ]

No worries. [ she shrugs. getting caught up in the rain happens to everyone and in this place? bobbi figures not everyone even has shelter set up the way she's made sure to. ]

Yeah? [ she's about to say that she's all right when her stomach lets out a gurgling sound and the words turn into a wry grin instead. ] Guess I could eat, if you're offering.

[conjobs]

[He's not going to stand there the whole time, if it's of any consolation. John doesn't really do awkward or proverbial or literal standing on ceremony. As soon as the dripping is a little more under control, soaking a bit into his newly exposed shirt and trousers, he starts moving.

After handing her the latest pack of rations he picked up, John perches on the edge of the kitchen counter.]

Been here since the first night? [He can tell she's done something to the place. It might need a couple more furnishings to be homely but it's functional as far as a safehouse goes.] Guess we're here for the long haul.

[covertness]

[ he hands her the pack of rations and she takes it with a quick thanks, unwrapping it and inspecting whatever's inside. ]

I'd offer you a towel, but I don't have any.

[ it really leaves a lot to be desired, little more than walls and a roof. at least there's a bed in one corner, blankets piled high on it in lieu of a mattress.

she could offer him one of those. maybe she will, if he's still dripping in a minute. ah, hell - ] Do you want a blanket instead?

[conjobs]

It's alright, it's alright. [He didn't expect her to have a towel or anything. You'd think for a machine capable of dragging people from all over into one dilapidated city, it could have given a few minutes' warning to quickly throw together an overnighter at least.]

I'll just take this off, if you don't mind. [His shirt will be able to stay a lot drier if his hair isn't dripping all over it. He doesn't quite wait for her permission as he tugs his loose tie completely off and untucks his shirt, unbuttoning it from the top down. Hey it's a free show while she eats. He wasn't expecting any complaints.]