W.E.: Test Drive Prompts

[bjornwilde]

 So I got to sleep in but the Weekend Edition still needs to happen!

Since it is app time, how about folks tag in for prompts and fill them with any pup they are thinking of app'ing or wish they could app. If that is too structured, just tag in with the pup and see if anyone wants to try out a thread.

ETA: Tag in with your approved pups for prompts as well or tag new pups. Far be it from me to exclude folks. =]

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[dont_feel_it]

He's used to it.

There are a thousand tiny ways a person can accidentally hurt themselves throughout the day, if they can't feel their body interacting with anything. They can burn their tongue on too-hot coffee, cut themselves slicing tomato, catch a finger in a door, step on a nail.

And never know a thing until someone pointed it out, or until they saw blood.

It's annoying, but he's learned how to live with it, mostly; is cautious about things most people take for granted, relies on four other senses to get him through the day without needing to be hospitalized, or scolded by Eleanor, so it's with a certain degree of resignation that he lifts the coffee to his lips, knowing that even if it is too hot, it'll probably be fine -- until Audrey holds out her hand, unquestioning, like he'll just hand it over.

After a second's pause, he hands it over, watching her instead of the rising steam.

"You think this place doesn't have a golf course?"

Surely the beach, the stables, the baseball field and the shooting range don't need to be listed off as other things he wouldn't have expected a bar to have.

[27yrsandwelldoitallagain]

The cup is hot. Not burning, but warm enough she thinks about it, which makes her look at his hands as he's letting go of the cup. Just for a second, before she's lifting it. Thinking about how Nathan makes her think about a lot of things she didn't. Things she takes for granted that he wouldn't.

"Haven't seen one yet." Goes with lifting the cup and taking a sip. And coffee really does not go with a dirty martini. But she's still got taste buds, even if they are confused tastebuds.

"It's good," gets interjected when she's holding it back out to him. Even when she continues on, like it wasn't anything.

"I did see a baseball field last time I was here. Maybe they have some sort of team you could join? From all across the universe." Yeah, that part still sounds a little ludicrous to her. Even sitting here.

[dont_feel_it]

"Thanks."

Accepting the mug back, and taking a sip without pausing, acknowledging the thing she didn't. It's a strange feeling, being sure, instead of not knowing whether he needs to wait for the drink to cool off or if it's gone ice-cold from being overly patient.

He kind of likes it.

Shoots another sidelong look at her, before turning to check out the door that leads to the lake, the field, the woods.

"Baseball's a start."

[27yrsandwelldoitallagain]

Audrey leveled him a look that was one part amusement and one part affectionate consternation.

"Nathan Wournous plays baseball?" She picked up her drink, asking over it. Teasing, without ever getting into the thanks or anything. It's not important. She's glad to help. They're partners right. And it's so much interesting to be getting something new and unexpected out of him.

Choosing something equally as outlandish, to keep pushing. "What's next? Don't tell me. You secretly play the violin, too."

[dont_feel_it]

He meets her amusement with a steady gaze, unfazed by the teasing, though his mouth moves a little. He hides it with another sip of coffee, holding the liquid in his mouth an extra second too long, wondering what it must feel like, imagining the warmth, the slosh of water, the sensation to go with the taste and the weight of it against his tongue.

He gets nothing, though, so just swallows, and considers his response.

"You don't grow up in a town as small as Haven and not play baseball for at least a little while," he points out, setting the mug back down on the bartop with a faint clunk.


The part about playing violins just gets an enigmatic half-smile, a maybe lift of his eyebrows. A second's glance down at the surface of his coffee gives him a moment's thought before he looks back up at her with: "You telling me you play something, Parker? Musical interests part of your big-city skill set?"