[For what it's worth, Kaltenecker doesn't seem to care. She swishes her tail, watching Lance with a blank look before leaning back down to nibble from her basket of kitchen scraps.
But someone else cares. Someone who had approached the kitchen when he heard the door open and quietly padded down in his slippered feet. Bolin can be very quiet when he chooses and wanting to be a gracious house guest, he's taken to pattering around the place like a ninja. He's even made it a game of sorts, mapping which stairs creak the most and how to skip past without them moaning under his weight. What parts of the floor are starting to give on ancient beams. Which doors groan at the hinges.
When he appears in the kitchen, it's nearly silent. And when he opens his mouth to announce himself Lance is already talking to the cow, so he shuts up and waits, leaning in the door jamb with his arms loosely crossed.
There's a flutter of emotion through the air, which is what announces Bolin to his friend if he can feel it through the substances in his bloodstream. It's soft concern and a yearning to help.
Lance has been acting so weird lately, spaced out and distracted. Moody, upset, but refusing to talk about it. It's not dissimilar from how Mako was acting last month and that nearly ended in flames. Literally. It was Wu who brought Mako back from the grip of corruption but Lance doesn't have a Wu. He's got a Hunk and Bolin. So they'll just have to improvise.
The thought of anyone ending up the way Dean's brother did makes Bolin shudder. No, that won't happen. Not on his watch.]
There's got to be someone prettier than Kaltenecker.
[But it's said playfully as Bolin comes into the room. No one is prettier than Kaltenecker. He sees the drink and decides that his watch begins now, crossing to the counter to get a glass and sit, inserting himself directly into Lance's eye line.
Pressing the glass forward across the table, Bolin smiles and tilts his head to the side. He'd seen Lance that day on the beach. Out there with Keith and then again later going out to sea. Concerned, he'd stopped his flyering for the musical and watched just in case, getting a blast of energy in the face and an ass knocked onto the ice for his trouble. And a normal friend would freak out and have gone swimming out there to make sure he was okay, right? Because he'd started to before seeing Lance drop and be ushered back to land by the water itself. It was then he could see that his approach would not be welcome. So he didn't.
He's been keeping a soft distance since then, looking like he has questions but never voicing them. He's got a bad reputation for sticking his foot in his mouth with people and he's trying to grow... but maybe this is as far as he's able to push back his concern. Lance doesn't need pity for whatever is going on. He doesn't need to be needled or questioned or embarrassed, he needs support. Bo can handle that. He raps his kuckle on the table, pointing toward the bottle with his chin.]
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But someone else cares. Someone who had approached the kitchen when he heard the door open and quietly padded down in his slippered feet. Bolin can be very quiet when he chooses and wanting to be a gracious house guest, he's taken to pattering around the place like a ninja. He's even made it a game of sorts, mapping which stairs creak the most and how to skip past without them moaning under his weight. What parts of the floor are starting to give on ancient beams. Which doors groan at the hinges.
When he appears in the kitchen, it's nearly silent. And when he opens his mouth to announce himself Lance is already talking to the cow, so he shuts up and waits, leaning in the door jamb with his arms loosely crossed.
There's a flutter of emotion through the air, which is what announces Bolin to his friend if he can feel it through the substances in his bloodstream. It's soft concern and a yearning to help.
Lance has been acting so weird lately, spaced out and distracted. Moody, upset, but refusing to talk about it. It's not dissimilar from how Mako was acting last month and that nearly ended in flames. Literally. It was Wu who brought Mako back from the grip of corruption but Lance doesn't have a Wu. He's got a Hunk and Bolin. So they'll just have to improvise.
The thought of anyone ending up the way Dean's brother did makes Bolin shudder. No, that won't happen. Not on his watch.]
There's got to be someone prettier than Kaltenecker.
[But it's said playfully as Bolin comes into the room. No one is prettier than Kaltenecker. He sees the drink and decides that his watch begins now, crossing to the counter to get a glass and sit, inserting himself directly into Lance's eye line.
Pressing the glass forward across the table, Bolin smiles and tilts his head to the side. He'd seen Lance that day on the beach. Out there with Keith and then again later going out to sea. Concerned, he'd stopped his flyering for the musical and watched just in case, getting a blast of energy in the face and an ass knocked onto the ice for his trouble. And a normal friend would freak out and have gone swimming out there to make sure he was okay, right? Because he'd started to before seeing Lance drop and be ushered back to land by the water itself. It was then he could see that his approach would not be welcome. So he didn't.
He's been keeping a soft distance since then, looking like he has questions but never voicing them. He's got a bad reputation for sticking his foot in his mouth with people and he's trying to grow... but maybe this is as far as he's able to push back his concern. Lance doesn't need pity for whatever is going on. He doesn't need to be needled or questioned or embarrassed, he needs support. Bo can handle that. He raps his kuckle on the table, pointing toward the bottle with his chin.]
Misery loves company.