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[callmemajor]

The sketchbook is out again. Which usually means Lorne is thinking about something.

On the other hand, it could just mean he's finally decided to tackle the observation window.

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[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"What ur yew drawin'?"

Evan probably saw Wilbur at the bar during Happy Hour. He's a little . . . hard to miss.

[callmemajor]

"Whatever catches my eye, really," Lorne says, then sort of trails off ass he looks up at Wilbur.

He is a little hard to miss, and at the moment, it's quite obvious he's caught Lorne's eye.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur grins and sits down across from Lorne.

"I think I saw yew et the bar earlier, but I didn't get ter say hello." Wilbur holds out a hand. "Wilbur Whateley."

[callmemajor]

"Uh, yeah...I think I remember you." Wilbur's hand gets a tentative shake. "Evan Lorne. Good to meet you."

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"The pleasure's awll mine."

A tentacle slithers out of Wilbur's coat. It gives Evan a friendly poke.

[callmemajor]

Lorne doesn't jump at that exactly, but he does stiffen and back away a little.

"Hey, wanna keep your...bits to yourself there, buddy?"

It's been Lorne's experience that weird body parts on random...aliens (at least, that's what he assumes Wilbur is) can be dangerous and/or hungry.


[ooc: D'oh. Sorry about that.]

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"They dew thet." Wilbur chuckles. "They tend ter react tew whatever's gewin' awn en my head.

"I kin control them, but et's generally nawt worth the effort."

The tentacle retracts a bit, then starts to crawl under Wilbur's chair. It's easily distracted like that.

[callmemajor]

"Yeah, well...it's worth the effort now." Lorne's tone is more than a little distrustful, and the look on his face is something along the lines of 'because I said so.'

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Ef yew insist." Wilbur shrugs.

"Yew like ter draw, I take et?"

[callmemajor]

Lorne's hand moves back to his pencil and away from the sidearm it had been inching towards.

"It's a good way to relax. Sometimes it helps me think."

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Ayuh? Wal, thet's nice." Wilbur nods. "I like ter read, myself. I'm thinkin' o' gittin' a job et the library here."

He looks at the sidearm rather nervously. "Yew dew know thet violence ain't allowed en here, righ'?"

[callmemajor]

"So I've been told," Lorne says. "But it's been my experience that most violence can be forgiven if it's in self defense."

The underlying message being: I won't hurt you if you don't try to hurt me.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur smiles, still a bit nervous. "Wal, thet's a start anyway."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack puts his hands on Lorne's shoulders and watches him draw.

Shame? We know not this thing "shame."

[callmemajor]

Lorne finishes the line he was drawing and tilts his head back to smile up at Jack. "Hey, baby."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack kisses him, grinning at the odd angle. "Hello, sweetheart."

[callmemajor]

It's like Spiderman, without the unfortunate head rush.

Lorne smiles against his lips. "C'mere," he says tugging Jack generally downwards.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Oh--am I sitting on your knee?" Jack says, grinning, and does just that with his arms around Lorne's neck.

Yes, he's six feet tall and not exactly willowy.

Does he care? Nope.

[callmemajor]

Lorne doesn't care either. "Yes, you are," he says sliding his arms around Jack's waist and giving him a proper kiss hello.

"Hi," he whispers.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Hi. So, what are you working on?"

[callmemajor]

"Oh, things," Lorne says, flipping through his book. There are a few sketches of various Milliways patrons (including one with tentacles) and several aborted sketches of what was probably meant to be the observation window.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I like this one," Jack says, pausing on a sketch. "Very nice.

"And the window . . . not the easiest thing to draw, I see."

[callmemajor]

"Thank you," Lorne says, kissing Jack's cheek.

"Yeah...it's giving me a bit of trouble. Nothing I draw feels quite right, you know?"

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"It's like drawing the ocean," Jack says thoughtfully. "It's always changing and so hard to capture."

[callmemajor]

"It is, yeah," Lorne says, considering this. "Like the ocean multiplied by about a million."