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It seemed like he wanted to take advantage of her current ability to remain under control, and truthfully, she couldn't blame him. A shudder went through her. Everything about this was unnatrual to her. It was painful and she absolutely hated it.
"Mmmhm." She rolled her neck, tilting it to look at him, expression deadpan. "I will smack you. Right here."
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A short chuckle escaped. Like Icarus Taylor may have been flying a bit too close to the sun. Nevermind her response, the words had been said and Ellie could take them however she pleased. She had to know he was being sincere, he didn't expect she'd respond with anything but threats.
"Yeah." He said with a nod. He believes her, too. "Hey, so..." He wanted to quickly change gears. "You wanna go get coffee or something tomorrow?"
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She looked at him again. He was pushing his luck. "Can't." She barely had enough free time as it was. Rehearsals had been sucking up all of her free time.
She realized then that being curt wasn't her best option here. "I, uh." She blinked. "Have dance rehearsals." Why it mattered that he knew, she didn't know. It just felt like giving some kind of explanation was the right way to go.
She narrowed her eyes at him then, as she often did when she was pissed. The words that followed next were the hardest ones yet. "At the local theatre."
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Jan 24, 2018 23:23:00 GMT
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It almost didn't matter that Ellie was turning him down. She was talking and that, in many ways, felt better than agreeing to go out. As she spoke his eyes lit up, gleaming at the slow string of words.
"Wait." Taylor said, the smile on his face becoming genuine. "You're dancing?" He knew that had been a passion of hers for a long time. That she was continuing to pursue that as she got older was nice to hear. "That's great."
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Shifting uncomfortably, Eleanor could only wish that the vets would walk through the door and offer her some peace and quiet. Of course, that likely wouldn't happen as soon as she would have liked it to. Taylor kept pushing buttons and she was doing her best not to chew his head off; Only because she knew he wasn't asking to piss her off. He was asking because he was genuinely curious.
"I am, yeah." She looked at him then. "Why else would I-" Stopping herself, she shook her head. "Nevermind."
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Just like old times
A soft chuckle escaped, not just for Ellie's brief, almost exasperated response but for the situation as a whole. At least this time around she seemed to understand he wasn't simply trolling her by attempting to incite actual conversation and he wasn't going to fly off the handle when she resisted. They'd come so far yet remained standing in the very same place. Taylor's head shook as he let the conversation die for the time being. He didn't expect the two of them to get into a deep, heart to heart. He knew her better than that. Instead he took a deep breath and shifted his gaze to look out over the dimly lit waiting room.
"What are you going to do with the little guy if he's okay?" Taylor finally asked, glancing in Ellie's direction. "You taking him home?"
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It seemed like the previous topic finally settled and the brunette could make herself more comfortable in the very uncomfortable seat. As Taylor had come to know over their time together, she didn't do very well with personal questions. She'd never particularly enjoyed it when people prodded at her mind, expecting there to be more.
There wasn't.
"Hm." She mused, head tilting. "I don't know." She hadn't really thought that far. She couldn't bring him back with her to the school. She didn't think the dorm managers would enjoy it much if she brought a cat with her. "Probably gonna drop him off at one of the shelters." She shrugged at that. "Why, you want him?"
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Rare was the moment Taylor didn't have a witty response lingering on the tip of his tongue. His usual apathy toward the feelings of others coupled with his power made the few instances where he had to backtrack in his own mind and give pause before replying all the more awkward and startling. Yet here he was, eyes narrowing and not a single sound passing through his lips when the simple question had been presented.
'Why, you want him?'
Such an obvious question with an even more obvious answer. What in the hell would Taylor want with a cat? He could barely take care of himself let alone another living thing. Anyway, with his brother crashing at his place the idea of a pet, and a cat at that, was an absurd notion. So why hadn't he immediately dismissed the idea? What was it about the idea that had given him pause?
"Uh." He managed, shrugging mostly to himself before sitting straight and leaning back in his chair. "I'd take him in." Taylor finally said with a nod. His tone lowered audibly as if his admission would undoubtedly be met with mocking scorn.
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Even Eleanor couldn't help the amusement that colored her brown eyes. Not once had she known Taylor to be one to pause and think before speaking. In some ways, he was more impulsive than even she. And yet, here he was. Brought to silence by a single question - one that hadn't even been offered seriously.
Then he spoke and the brunette's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Huh." She said, turning her gaze back towards the room. "Then he's yours." She added with finality. She wouldn't argue it. She wouldn't mock it. Still, there was something pressing at the back of her mind. A memory she couldn't quite shake...
"Wait, isn't your brother terrified of cats?"
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Taylor shrugged a little, somewhat dismissing the notion that he was going to actually take the animal home even though the idea was starting to grow on him. Maybe he needed something to occupy his time and attention. He'd been back in the States for over six months now and had so very little going save for his job. It wasn't as if his brother could sit still long enough to be much of a constructive influence.
Ellie's sudden realization caused Taylor to stifle a chuckling snort. "Yeah." He breathed, barely keeping the laugh under wraps. "Hate the bloody things."
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It made her smile. She could get behind anything that would ruffle Jack's feathers. It was no grand secret that she didn't have any good things to say about Taylor's brother. She hadn't liked him ever since she'd met him back at the camping trip years before.
"Good." She simply said. There was, after all, little else to say about it. "Glad to hear it."
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