Daydream Believer

[Script]

Script had heard rumors about books hidden under Tag's bed. Turns out they were true. She'd spent the day in the kitchen baking and bonding with Wraith, and had decided to curl up on the sofa in the parlor and read one of the romance novels she'd borrowed. She figured no one would mind, and she currently sat completely engrossed in tales of wanton sexual abandoned, chewing on a fingernail.

[Goblin]

((Oh my gosh, everyone's borrowed Tag's dirty novels. The poor girl's gonna get out of the hospital and be known as the perv of the lodging house. ;D))

Goblin came in from a smoke on the porch, ignoring the black kitten scampering at his heels. He passed through the lobby and found Script curled up on the couch, brazenly reading something obviously racy right there in the parlor. She would, he thought with a grin, casually sinking into a nearby chair. "Those books sure do get around."

[Script]

Script yelped a little, looking up at him with wide eyes, blushing fiercely. "I was just, uh, reading. Ya know. A book." She cleared her throat and shoved the book between the sofa cushions -- but not before casually thumbing down the corne of the page she was on. Her cheeks were still pink when she smiled brightly at him. "So, hi."

[Goblin]

"Hi." He watched her hide the book in amusement. Tag was going to die when she found out how famous her hiding place had become. "So how is it? Your book? Good plot, well-drawn characters?" He'd had a long, serious conversation with his sister just now, and he could have brought up any number of things they'd discussed, but teasing Script about her literary tastes was just more fun.

[Script]

She cleared her throat a little, brushing her hair back and trying to look as prim and innocent as possible. "There's no shame in fantasizing. I was living vicariously, that's all." She kept hold on her look for another moment, then laughed outright, grinning at him. "Look, it was a good story, ok. And I oughta be annoyed at you for interrupting me just as Rodrigo was about to rip Elizabeth's bodice." She leaned forward and poked her finger into his chest.

[Goblin]

"I'm sorry! I'll leave! I couldn't possibly interfere with such a thrilling moment--" The kitten jumped into his lap and made itself at home. "...or I might not be able to leave for the next three hours or so."

[Script]

She laughed warmly, gazing at him and biting on her lip. "Well, since I've already put the book away, you'll have to entertain me." She sat, legs tucked under her, watching him and the cat on his lap. After a comfortable minute of silence,she said: "I met your sister earlier."

[Goblin]

"Yeah! She went on and on about how good your baking is." He chuckled, then turned serious. "And some other stuff. Did she really tell you...?" He'd been truly shocked--not that Clara had a girl in Brooklyn, which he'd suspected for some time now, but that she'd actually spilled her guts to Script after only a few minutes of acquaintance.

[Script]

She chewed on her lip. "Well, I guessed, really. She bolted when I mentioned it, but I caught her in time, and we...talked." She had promised she wouldn't say anything, and she wasn't sure how much Goblin already knew, so she didn't elaborate. She did send him a smile. "I really like her. She's sweet. A little jumpy, maybe, but I was glad to be there to talk to her."

[Goblin]

He shook his head in disbelief. "You have no idea...she doesn't talk to anyone. Either you caught her at a really desperate moment, or your cooking is magic. Probably both." He smiled briefly, then did something he'd hoped he would never have to do with Script. He gave her a casual look, almost like he wasn't even focused on her, which meant he was focused so hard he could count her eyelashes. "You're not gonna tell anyone?"

[Script]

She shook her head. "It's not my place to. And I promised. I don't break promises." She sent him a little smirk. "I wouldn't have ever said anything to you if she hadn't already." She leaned towards him, putting her hand on his knee, gently. "You know you can trust me. Right?"

[Goblin]

He drew his knees up onto the chair rather quickly, causing the kitten to yowl in displeasure and jump onto his shoulder. "I know," he said, as if nothing had just happened to indicate otherwise. But in fact, everything about her told him she was trustworthy. Even Wraith thought so, for God's sake. Someday, Sebastian, you are going to fucking relax.

"You know, she talked to me for ages last night," he added more calmly. "Which is kind of a miracle, 'cause we've had issues with telling each other anything lately. I think I have you to thank for that."

((I'm gonna turn in early so I can actually be productive tomorrow--but I promise I shall return then! 'Night!))

[Script]

She sat back on the sofa, trying to hide her disappointment at his reaction to her touch behind a smile. "You don't have to thank me for anything. All I did was let her talk and give her a little advice. And cookies. I gave her some of those, too."

[Goblin]

"Cookies always help." He smiled. "You know, if you can forgive me for your interrupting the adventures of Rodrigo and Elizabeth, I do still owe you a date at some point."

[Script]

Her smile brightened. "Yeah? You still up for it?" She played with a piece of her hair idly, looking up at him through her lashes. "I'm not busy tonight...if you want to..."