Log: Kyle and Laurie
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Kyle appears to help Laurie move after her breakup
Laurie looked up from the box of books she was currently taping down for transport. She’d been steadily working through the suite, separating the things that were hers from the things that were Doug’s, or belonged to Marie-Ange or Wade. There was surprisingly a lot, especially when it came to books. She’d never considered herself much of a hoarder but she supposed co-habitation tended to breed a certain level of acquisitiveness.
“Great, I wasn’t sure you’d be reading your e-mail this early. Can you take those boxes in the corner for me?”
"Yo, when the email basically implies shit has gone down and I actually don't want details, I show up, cause not showing up means you'll text me with details." Kyle said, mid-box-lift. "You owe me eleven bagels and two donuts and a vanilla milkshake." It was way too early to be dealing with a friend's bizarro romantic nonsense, or in this case, a sudden lack thereof.
“You say that as though you haven’t given me more details then I wanted from time to time.” Laurie replied, using the gadget she currently held to tape up another box with a loud rip of noise from the sticky tape. “How about I cook you something instead? All of that will only rot your teeth, and I don’t care that you can just grow them back.”
"Nope. A, you're a doctor, not a dentist, two, I am like, way more obsessive about brushing my teeth than anyone else I know." Kyle stacked another box, and then one of books that were -way- too heavy, and grinned to show Laurie his teeth. "Bagels. Milkshake. Or I start telling you about how I rebounded after Dori, with details."
“You say that as though I wouldn’t ask questions, or theorize about how healing factors might increase libido, and/or staying power.” Laurie raised an eyebrow; her lips twitching briefly upward before she stood and moved around him to hold the door open. “But I suppose I can do both. What sort of bagels and donuts?”
"Yeah, if you wanna theorize about my libido you can just put in a request to do it the real way like anyone else." Kyle smirked over the top of the plastic crate he was moving to the hallway. "Whatever kind, but the milkshake's gotta be vanilla. And like, not one of those hecking fancy ones where they stick cookies and shit on the outside of the cup because that's messy and bullshit."
“Was that an actual flirt?” Laurie asked, eyebrow raising higher. “After I’ve only been estranged from my somewhat overly complicated domestic situation for the space of eight hours and counting? Why, Mr Gibney, I do think you believe I am easy. Non-fancy milkshake it is. Do you want store bought or made?”
"Hell yes, it was a real flirt, cause distracting you from being a weirdo about breaking up with your whatever the hell you'd gotten yourself into is totally the only tactic I got right now to keep you from telling me about it." Not that he didn't care, but he was like, friends with some of those people. Kyle was for serious not getting in the drama, he was just gonna move heavy boxes. "If I say make me a milkshake, are you either gonna try to reference a song I know you don't actually know, a movie you didn't watch or try some crazy health nut milkshake bee pollen shit out on me, because if any of those are true, yo, buy me a milkshake."
“I know pop-culture!” Laurie protested, but it wasn’t a particularly vehement protest given that Kyle was right on all accounts. “And it’s pro-biotic honey.”
"And yet, you can't name the song or the movie." Kyle retorted, once he had set his stack down. "How can honey even be pro-biotic, it's honey, it's like, the opposite of that, it never goes bad because it's naturally, I dunno, whatever keeps honey from not going bad in mummy tombs."
“I have a very carefully cultivated mind,” Laurie noted primly as she finished taping the last set of boxes and stood. “I don’t have time for names, just random pop-culture quotes. Otherwise, I don’t know, maybe the bees went to medical school.”
She had nothing left to do, everything that was to be packed had been packed and all that was left was to take a tour through the rooms to make sure she hadn’t accidentally left anything, either purposely or otherwise that would mean she needed to make another trip.
“Take those, and I’ll have a last snoop around.”
"Yeah, you know they're not gonna hate you, right?" Kyle said, purposefully not looking in Laurie's direction as he moved the last of her extra-super-organized plastic bins of stuff. "I mean, you are totes overcompensating right now, and no one's gonna hate you, they're just gonna be pissed for a while. I mean, of all the peeps, yo, at least two of them get it. I mean, Wade's cool and Doug's not a shit, he's just moody as fuck."
“I’m not very good at breaking up with people,” Laurie picked at the left over sticky paper from a removed price tag. It had come from the small sugar skull Doug had brought her back during one of his forays into Mexico. She’d had it perched above her computer monitor, now packed safely away in one of the many boxes. “I mean, I’m good at people, people things, mostly. But breaking up with people things I’m not good at. I hate cold silences, and then there’s the eye shouting where people get really, really precise and quiet but you know they want to use the word fuck a lot but are being ‘too mature’ to do so.”
"Yo, you are my favorite like mostly a doctor person, and I'm telling you right now you are -bad- at people things. I mean, you mean well and you're cool but you're kinda like, an awkward mess most of the time trying too hard, and dude, we have had this conversation what, fifty times?" Kyle said, carefully. "So, here's what we're gonna do. Ima hug you, we move the rest of your crap, and then we go get drunk."
“I guess that’s why I have friends like you then,” Laurie replied, accepting the hug and possibly holding on a little extra tight but not _that_ tight, because she refused to acknowledge that she might not be entirely fine with everything, thankyouverymuch. “To get me drunk and tell me when I’m being impossible.”
Kyle appears to help Laurie move after her breakup
Laurie looked up from the box of books she was currently taping down for transport. She’d been steadily working through the suite, separating the things that were hers from the things that were Doug’s, or belonged to Marie-Ange or Wade. There was surprisingly a lot, especially when it came to books. She’d never considered herself much of a hoarder but she supposed co-habitation tended to breed a certain level of acquisitiveness.
“Great, I wasn’t sure you’d be reading your e-mail this early. Can you take those boxes in the corner for me?”
"Yo, when the email basically implies shit has gone down and I actually don't want details, I show up, cause not showing up means you'll text me with details." Kyle said, mid-box-lift. "You owe me eleven bagels and two donuts and a vanilla milkshake." It was way too early to be dealing with a friend's bizarro romantic nonsense, or in this case, a sudden lack thereof.
“You say that as though you haven’t given me more details then I wanted from time to time.” Laurie replied, using the gadget she currently held to tape up another box with a loud rip of noise from the sticky tape. “How about I cook you something instead? All of that will only rot your teeth, and I don’t care that you can just grow them back.”
"Nope. A, you're a doctor, not a dentist, two, I am like, way more obsessive about brushing my teeth than anyone else I know." Kyle stacked another box, and then one of books that were -way- too heavy, and grinned to show Laurie his teeth. "Bagels. Milkshake. Or I start telling you about how I rebounded after Dori, with details."
“You say that as though I wouldn’t ask questions, or theorize about how healing factors might increase libido, and/or staying power.” Laurie raised an eyebrow; her lips twitching briefly upward before she stood and moved around him to hold the door open. “But I suppose I can do both. What sort of bagels and donuts?”
"Yeah, if you wanna theorize about my libido you can just put in a request to do it the real way like anyone else." Kyle smirked over the top of the plastic crate he was moving to the hallway. "Whatever kind, but the milkshake's gotta be vanilla. And like, not one of those hecking fancy ones where they stick cookies and shit on the outside of the cup because that's messy and bullshit."
“Was that an actual flirt?” Laurie asked, eyebrow raising higher. “After I’ve only been estranged from my somewhat overly complicated domestic situation for the space of eight hours and counting? Why, Mr Gibney, I do think you believe I am easy. Non-fancy milkshake it is. Do you want store bought or made?”
"Hell yes, it was a real flirt, cause distracting you from being a weirdo about breaking up with your whatever the hell you'd gotten yourself into is totally the only tactic I got right now to keep you from telling me about it." Not that he didn't care, but he was like, friends with some of those people. Kyle was for serious not getting in the drama, he was just gonna move heavy boxes. "If I say make me a milkshake, are you either gonna try to reference a song I know you don't actually know, a movie you didn't watch or try some crazy health nut milkshake bee pollen shit out on me, because if any of those are true, yo, buy me a milkshake."
“I know pop-culture!” Laurie protested, but it wasn’t a particularly vehement protest given that Kyle was right on all accounts. “And it’s pro-biotic honey.”
"And yet, you can't name the song or the movie." Kyle retorted, once he had set his stack down. "How can honey even be pro-biotic, it's honey, it's like, the opposite of that, it never goes bad because it's naturally, I dunno, whatever keeps honey from not going bad in mummy tombs."
“I have a very carefully cultivated mind,” Laurie noted primly as she finished taping the last set of boxes and stood. “I don’t have time for names, just random pop-culture quotes. Otherwise, I don’t know, maybe the bees went to medical school.”
She had nothing left to do, everything that was to be packed had been packed and all that was left was to take a tour through the rooms to make sure she hadn’t accidentally left anything, either purposely or otherwise that would mean she needed to make another trip.
“Take those, and I’ll have a last snoop around.”
"Yeah, you know they're not gonna hate you, right?" Kyle said, purposefully not looking in Laurie's direction as he moved the last of her extra-super-organized plastic bins of stuff. "I mean, you are totes overcompensating right now, and no one's gonna hate you, they're just gonna be pissed for a while. I mean, of all the peeps, yo, at least two of them get it. I mean, Wade's cool and Doug's not a shit, he's just moody as fuck."
“I’m not very good at breaking up with people,” Laurie picked at the left over sticky paper from a removed price tag. It had come from the small sugar skull Doug had brought her back during one of his forays into Mexico. She’d had it perched above her computer monitor, now packed safely away in one of the many boxes. “I mean, I’m good at people, people things, mostly. But breaking up with people things I’m not good at. I hate cold silences, and then there’s the eye shouting where people get really, really precise and quiet but you know they want to use the word fuck a lot but are being ‘too mature’ to do so.”
"Yo, you are my favorite like mostly a doctor person, and I'm telling you right now you are -bad- at people things. I mean, you mean well and you're cool but you're kinda like, an awkward mess most of the time trying too hard, and dude, we have had this conversation what, fifty times?" Kyle said, carefully. "So, here's what we're gonna do. Ima hug you, we move the rest of your crap, and then we go get drunk."
“I guess that’s why I have friends like you then,” Laurie replied, accepting the hug and possibly holding on a little extra tight but not _that_ tight, because she refused to acknowledge that she might not be entirely fine with everything, thankyouverymuch. “To get me drunk and tell me when I’m being impossible.”
