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xp_logsHaroun stops by to see Lorna and to hide out from a certain purple haired feline. She gives him coffee and some advice a la Samson then shameless mines for presents for her birthday.
Haroun knocked on the door to Lorna's new room. He was slightly nervous and was keeping an eye out for errant purple cats. He'd had his shot, but there was no need to tempt fate any more than was strictly necessary.
Lorna answered the door, still towelling off her hair. She peaked out from under the large fluff terrycloth and blinked at Haroun. “Well, you look hunted.” She stepped back and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Come in?” She was fairly certain he didn’t have any reason to yell at her right now so didn’t mind inviting him in.
"Thanks." he said, and stepped into Lorna's room, closing the door behind him. "Sorry for all the paranoia, but I'm being stalked by a small furry purple cat." he said with an embarrassed shrug. "Got a couple?" he said, eyeing her choice of attire with amusement.
“Sure.” She tugged her robe tighter though she was dressed in perfectly serviceable pajamas. “I guarantee there are no pets in here. I’m anti-animals if you’ll recall.” She gestured toward the kitchen, “Coffee?”
"I know. Hence why I may come hide in here from time to time. And I'd love some coffee, thank you." he said with a grateful look. "Anyway - I wanted to stop by to say thank you again for all of your help. With Alison, that is. I know you two had some kind of falling-out, and that's sad, but that doesn't change anything between you and I. Does it?"
“Course it doesn’t. You’re not still mad at me over the communicator thing are you?” Lorna led him into the kitchen and got them both a fresh cup of coffee, “Cream or sugar?” She shrugged as she dumped sugar into her mug, wanting something to cut the bitterness of this particular blend. “There’s no need to thank me. Just doing my job.”
"I'm an engineer. Black as sin, please." he said with a smile. "And no, I'm not. I should have waited to cool down before I went to talk to you. For that, I apologize." he said, taking his coffee cup and sipping from it. "This is good. I got used to good North African coffee, and this is an acceptable substitute." he said while gesturing with the cup. "I owe you, and I owe you big. Is there anything I can do for you, any help that you need? Name it."
“Thought you took it black, couldn’t quite recall. It’s Jamaican.” She hopped up on the counter and crossed her ankles, watching him over the rim of her mug. “Why is it you owe me? Not that I’m complaining about a hot guy in my debt.”
Haroun posed for just a second - for her enjoyment. "Because I'm grateful, and I think of you as a friend?" he offered by way of an explanation. "And I'd like the opportunity to return the kindness you've done me. Although did you really have to hide her CD case in her underwear drawer? Not that I wasn't grateful..." he said with a grin.
She snickered at him. “You’re offering me anything for giving you the opportunity to paw her underthings? Man, are you easy. And of course, I did. It’s a time honoured hiding place. Diaries go under the mattress, everything else goes in the underwear drawer.”
Haroun smacked his forehead. "I should have thought of that!" he said with a laugh. "And I never claimed to be difficult." he added with just a hint of a leer. "It's been a rough few days. Jono blows up _again_, Nathan checks back into Medical, and over-the-counter antihistimanes make me loopy. Hard to think when I'm on them."
“Boy, don’t I know it.” Lorna sighed. “Every time Jono blows up it plays hell on my nerves. Flashback hell, though I’ll deny it if you ever tell anyone.” She shivered, no longer amused. “Poor Paige.”
"I don't want to know what's going on over there." said Haroun with a shudder. "I so very don't. I've got enough trouble keeping track of my own whatever-it-is to break myself tracking hers."
“With the unholy trio? I think they’re kinda sweet although again, denial like you’ve never seen denial before if you mention it to anyone.” Lorna sipped at her coffee and twisted until her back cracked. “I can sympathise with the woe of having your boyfriend blow up and not being able to do a damn thing about it.”
Haroun looked sympathetic. "I've been the guy who blew up." he said quietly. "And as for what I have now - it's good and I really like it, but I'll be dipped if I know what precisely _it_ is. It's a lot of fun, but I don't know where I stand." he said, then took a deep drink of coffee.
“Well, what does the Brat Queen say it is? Communication,” Lorna held up one finger and did a decent impression of Samson’s baritone, “is key to any relationship. Even when you don’t know what kind of relationship they are,” she continued in her own voice.
Haroun nodded. "Always believed that communication was key." he said. "But it hurts her to type, and she can't be understood under all the sound-dampening gear. So I'll just have to wait until she gets better to clarify." he mused. "Which really sucks, but there it is."
“What have you two been up to before now?” Lorna held up her hand, “You know what, belay that. I don’t what to know what you spent your time doing. Let me rephrase. Did you two not talk at all before this happened?”
"We talk, sure! We laugh, we joke, we flirt. We have a grand time just being with the other. But hells if I know what she wants out of me. I know what I want out of her, and if I keep dwelling on it I'm just going to piss myself off all over again, so I'm not going there right now." he groused. "And as far as I can tell she wants the same things I do. But shit, I could be misreading things. I don't _know_."
“Boys,” Lorna told her coffee very seriously, “are morons.” She kicked her feet idly, drumming her heels against the lower cabinets. “So what brought you here again? Presumably it wasn’t just to talk about the mystery that is Alison.”
"Not entirely, no. Basically I wanted to see how you were doing." he said with another sip of coffee. "You settling in OK? Anything you need? That man of yours treating you right?"
“Yes. Not at the moment, no, thank you. And of course, he’s the most wonderful boyfriend a girl could want.” She smiled fondly, “I may be biased about that last.” Lorna tilted her head to the side and grinned impishly, “My birthday is Thursday if you're really looking for a reason to get me something.”
Haroun grinned like a _maniac_. "Mine was back during all of the crazy with Asgard." he confessed. "And what would the Birthday Girl like for her ... what, twenty-second?" he said with an impish grin. "No, not _that_ old. Not a day over twenty, you."
“Twenty-one, brat. Good lord, you and Alison are a match.” She tossed a spoon at him. “I’ll tell you what I told the other brat. Surprise me.”
Haroun nodded. "I'll think of something." he said with a smile. "Something appropriate for a woman of your caliber."
“Diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” she suggested cheerfully, with a wink to show she was joking. She refilled her coffee and held out the pot to him in a silent offer.
Haroun hoisted his mug for a refill. "I like you. I like you a lot. And I'm grateful. But I am _not_ that grateful. Besides, you'd look better with jade." he said with a grin. "Matches the hair."
“So do emeralds,” she pointed out lightning quick, pouring the coffee with a steady hand…well, metaphorically speaking. She’d insisted on a metal coffee pot for more than one reason. “Though it might make our S.O.s jealous so maybe no precious stones.”
Haroun bah'ed. "I have a SO?" he said, only maybe half in-jest. "And my budget couldn't stand for it, SO or no SO." he said ruefully. "And yes, emeralds would as well." he said, holding up an imaginary stone to compare it to Lorna. "Very nicely. But a little extravagant for friends."
“She’d better be S or oh, are you going to be in trouble for toying with my best friend’s affections.” Lorna gave him a smile that didn’t soften the implied threat in the least. “Fine, fine. No emeralds. I also like getting new recipes.”
"Hey, if it were up to me she would be in a heartbeat. But it's not." Haroun said in self-defense. "And that's too easy. Have to be that and something else." he mused. "Anyway - I don't want to wreck the surprise. You'll find out on Thursday."
“I can be patient,” she decided then leaning down to confer with her coffee a bit more, “See? What did I tell you, morons.”
Haroun steadfastly ignored the conversation Lorna was having with her coffee. Besides, he agreed with her - but since he was so afflicted, he wasn't seeing a way to be Less Of A Moron. Especially when she couldn't _talk_ and couldn't hear well. "Anyway. Thanks for the coffee - I've taken up enough of your time. I've got more than a few things to think about." He drained his cup to the dregs, and then passed it back over to her.
“Stop by anytime. Coffee’s always fresh.” She hopped off the counter to take the mug back and dumped it in the sink and then walked him to the door. “And there’s always the no pets bonus.”
"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Lorna. For everything." he told her, then impishly kissed her on her forehead. "Anyway, back to the room of cat dander and Flight class lesson plans." he mock-groused. "Don't be such a stranger, OK?"
“Right. Who are you again?”
"Didn't you know? The man of your dreams." he said, then twitched his butt and walked back off to his rooms - showing off outrageously the entire time.
Lorna laughed until she couldn’t breathe anymore.
Haroun knocked on the door to Lorna's new room. He was slightly nervous and was keeping an eye out for errant purple cats. He'd had his shot, but there was no need to tempt fate any more than was strictly necessary.
Lorna answered the door, still towelling off her hair. She peaked out from under the large fluff terrycloth and blinked at Haroun. “Well, you look hunted.” She stepped back and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Come in?” She was fairly certain he didn’t have any reason to yell at her right now so didn’t mind inviting him in.
"Thanks." he said, and stepped into Lorna's room, closing the door behind him. "Sorry for all the paranoia, but I'm being stalked by a small furry purple cat." he said with an embarrassed shrug. "Got a couple?" he said, eyeing her choice of attire with amusement.
“Sure.” She tugged her robe tighter though she was dressed in perfectly serviceable pajamas. “I guarantee there are no pets in here. I’m anti-animals if you’ll recall.” She gestured toward the kitchen, “Coffee?”
"I know. Hence why I may come hide in here from time to time. And I'd love some coffee, thank you." he said with a grateful look. "Anyway - I wanted to stop by to say thank you again for all of your help. With Alison, that is. I know you two had some kind of falling-out, and that's sad, but that doesn't change anything between you and I. Does it?"
“Course it doesn’t. You’re not still mad at me over the communicator thing are you?” Lorna led him into the kitchen and got them both a fresh cup of coffee, “Cream or sugar?” She shrugged as she dumped sugar into her mug, wanting something to cut the bitterness of this particular blend. “There’s no need to thank me. Just doing my job.”
"I'm an engineer. Black as sin, please." he said with a smile. "And no, I'm not. I should have waited to cool down before I went to talk to you. For that, I apologize." he said, taking his coffee cup and sipping from it. "This is good. I got used to good North African coffee, and this is an acceptable substitute." he said while gesturing with the cup. "I owe you, and I owe you big. Is there anything I can do for you, any help that you need? Name it."
“Thought you took it black, couldn’t quite recall. It’s Jamaican.” She hopped up on the counter and crossed her ankles, watching him over the rim of her mug. “Why is it you owe me? Not that I’m complaining about a hot guy in my debt.”
Haroun posed for just a second - for her enjoyment. "Because I'm grateful, and I think of you as a friend?" he offered by way of an explanation. "And I'd like the opportunity to return the kindness you've done me. Although did you really have to hide her CD case in her underwear drawer? Not that I wasn't grateful..." he said with a grin.
She snickered at him. “You’re offering me anything for giving you the opportunity to paw her underthings? Man, are you easy. And of course, I did. It’s a time honoured hiding place. Diaries go under the mattress, everything else goes in the underwear drawer.”
Haroun smacked his forehead. "I should have thought of that!" he said with a laugh. "And I never claimed to be difficult." he added with just a hint of a leer. "It's been a rough few days. Jono blows up _again_, Nathan checks back into Medical, and over-the-counter antihistimanes make me loopy. Hard to think when I'm on them."
“Boy, don’t I know it.” Lorna sighed. “Every time Jono blows up it plays hell on my nerves. Flashback hell, though I’ll deny it if you ever tell anyone.” She shivered, no longer amused. “Poor Paige.”
"I don't want to know what's going on over there." said Haroun with a shudder. "I so very don't. I've got enough trouble keeping track of my own whatever-it-is to break myself tracking hers."
“With the unholy trio? I think they’re kinda sweet although again, denial like you’ve never seen denial before if you mention it to anyone.” Lorna sipped at her coffee and twisted until her back cracked. “I can sympathise with the woe of having your boyfriend blow up and not being able to do a damn thing about it.”
Haroun looked sympathetic. "I've been the guy who blew up." he said quietly. "And as for what I have now - it's good and I really like it, but I'll be dipped if I know what precisely _it_ is. It's a lot of fun, but I don't know where I stand." he said, then took a deep drink of coffee.
“Well, what does the Brat Queen say it is? Communication,” Lorna held up one finger and did a decent impression of Samson’s baritone, “is key to any relationship. Even when you don’t know what kind of relationship they are,” she continued in her own voice.
Haroun nodded. "Always believed that communication was key." he said. "But it hurts her to type, and she can't be understood under all the sound-dampening gear. So I'll just have to wait until she gets better to clarify." he mused. "Which really sucks, but there it is."
“What have you two been up to before now?” Lorna held up her hand, “You know what, belay that. I don’t what to know what you spent your time doing. Let me rephrase. Did you two not talk at all before this happened?”
"We talk, sure! We laugh, we joke, we flirt. We have a grand time just being with the other. But hells if I know what she wants out of me. I know what I want out of her, and if I keep dwelling on it I'm just going to piss myself off all over again, so I'm not going there right now." he groused. "And as far as I can tell she wants the same things I do. But shit, I could be misreading things. I don't _know_."
“Boys,” Lorna told her coffee very seriously, “are morons.” She kicked her feet idly, drumming her heels against the lower cabinets. “So what brought you here again? Presumably it wasn’t just to talk about the mystery that is Alison.”
"Not entirely, no. Basically I wanted to see how you were doing." he said with another sip of coffee. "You settling in OK? Anything you need? That man of yours treating you right?"
“Yes. Not at the moment, no, thank you. And of course, he’s the most wonderful boyfriend a girl could want.” She smiled fondly, “I may be biased about that last.” Lorna tilted her head to the side and grinned impishly, “My birthday is Thursday if you're really looking for a reason to get me something.”
Haroun grinned like a _maniac_. "Mine was back during all of the crazy with Asgard." he confessed. "And what would the Birthday Girl like for her ... what, twenty-second?" he said with an impish grin. "No, not _that_ old. Not a day over twenty, you."
“Twenty-one, brat. Good lord, you and Alison are a match.” She tossed a spoon at him. “I’ll tell you what I told the other brat. Surprise me.”
Haroun nodded. "I'll think of something." he said with a smile. "Something appropriate for a woman of your caliber."
“Diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” she suggested cheerfully, with a wink to show she was joking. She refilled her coffee and held out the pot to him in a silent offer.
Haroun hoisted his mug for a refill. "I like you. I like you a lot. And I'm grateful. But I am _not_ that grateful. Besides, you'd look better with jade." he said with a grin. "Matches the hair."
“So do emeralds,” she pointed out lightning quick, pouring the coffee with a steady hand…well, metaphorically speaking. She’d insisted on a metal coffee pot for more than one reason. “Though it might make our S.O.s jealous so maybe no precious stones.”
Haroun bah'ed. "I have a SO?" he said, only maybe half in-jest. "And my budget couldn't stand for it, SO or no SO." he said ruefully. "And yes, emeralds would as well." he said, holding up an imaginary stone to compare it to Lorna. "Very nicely. But a little extravagant for friends."
“She’d better be S or oh, are you going to be in trouble for toying with my best friend’s affections.” Lorna gave him a smile that didn’t soften the implied threat in the least. “Fine, fine. No emeralds. I also like getting new recipes.”
"Hey, if it were up to me she would be in a heartbeat. But it's not." Haroun said in self-defense. "And that's too easy. Have to be that and something else." he mused. "Anyway - I don't want to wreck the surprise. You'll find out on Thursday."
“I can be patient,” she decided then leaning down to confer with her coffee a bit more, “See? What did I tell you, morons.”
Haroun steadfastly ignored the conversation Lorna was having with her coffee. Besides, he agreed with her - but since he was so afflicted, he wasn't seeing a way to be Less Of A Moron. Especially when she couldn't _talk_ and couldn't hear well. "Anyway. Thanks for the coffee - I've taken up enough of your time. I've got more than a few things to think about." He drained his cup to the dregs, and then passed it back over to her.
“Stop by anytime. Coffee’s always fresh.” She hopped off the counter to take the mug back and dumped it in the sink and then walked him to the door. “And there’s always the no pets bonus.”
"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Lorna. For everything." he told her, then impishly kissed her on her forehead. "Anyway, back to the room of cat dander and Flight class lesson plans." he mock-groused. "Don't be such a stranger, OK?"
“Right. Who are you again?”
"Didn't you know? The man of your dreams." he said, then twitched his butt and walked back off to his rooms - showing off outrageously the entire time.
Lorna laughed until she couldn’t breathe anymore.
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