Saul Goodman (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
5055034455) wrote2013-04-01 01:01 pm
5055034455) wrote2013-04-01 01:01 pm
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Are you going to keep being that cheesy? Is this what I've gotten myself into?
[She's a jerk.]
[She's a jerk.]
Yes.
[As evidenced by the way he actually sweeps her into his arms STEPH LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DOOOOOOOOOOONE —
And kisses her. Again.]
[As evidenced by the way he actually sweeps her into his arms STEPH LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DOOOOOOOOOOONE —
And kisses her. Again.]
[Oh boy.
She laughs briefly, before it's lost in favour of kissing him, and maybe she doesn't mind the cheesiness that much, judging by the fact she winds her arms around his neck and doesn't plan to stop kissing him for a good while.]
She laughs briefly, before it's lost in favour of kissing him, and maybe she doesn't mind the cheesiness that much, judging by the fact she winds her arms around his neck and doesn't plan to stop kissing him for a good while.]
[She better not, because she's stuck with this.
When he finally breaks away, his face is a little flushed, and he has to duck his head to hide it. Not that it works, but. A for effort.]
Sorry. Overkill?
When he finally breaks away, his face is a little flushed, and he has to duck his head to hide it. Not that it works, but. A for effort.]
Sorry. Overkill?
I think it's cute.
[She could not sound more smug and condescening if she tried.]
[She could not sound more smug and condescening if she tried.]
[He thinks she's cute.
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Shut up.
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Shut up.
Make me.
[and she waggles her eyebrows, because she's an adult.]
[and she waggles her eyebrows, because she's an adult.]
[WELL, FINE.
He kisses her again again, this time a little more slowly. More tenderly. How's that for cute?]
He kisses her again again, this time a little more slowly. More tenderly. How's that for cute?]
[It's ridiculously cute, but Steph probably can't judge him for it, since she's the one who sighs into the kiss and winds her arms around his middle.
This is nice, after spending so long thinking about kissing him and feeling so awful for it, it's a relief to finally be here without feeling like the worst person in the world.
She's sure the guilt will come eventually, but that's a problem for later.]
This is nice, after spending so long thinking about kissing him and feeling so awful for it, it's a relief to finally be here without feeling like the worst person in the world.
She's sure the guilt will come eventually, but that's a problem for later.]
[This is nice, yeah, but the nicest part of all is seeing her happy.
That's all he wanted, really.
He alternates between kissing her lips and kissing her cheeks. And forehead. And chin. At least they're little kisses and he's not slobbering on her...!]
That's all he wanted, really.
He alternates between kissing her lips and kissing her cheeks. And forehead. And chin. At least they're little kisses and he's not slobbering on her...!]
[Eventually, she laughs and nudges him away, just a little.]
Alright, Casanova, I did actually wanna talk.
[Not just make out, as much as that's nice.]
Alright, Casanova, I did actually wanna talk.
[Not just make out, as much as that's nice.]
[But she's perfectly able to talk as long as he isn't focused on her mouth!
Whatever. He pulls back — reluctantly — and sits on the nearest bed, assuming a look that says he's paying her total attention.]
About...?
Whatever. He pulls back — reluctantly — and sits on the nearest bed, assuming a look that says he's paying her total attention.]
About...?
[Mike decides he doesn't want to know why Saul's happy - because there's a handful of things it could be, and none of them are his business.
He sets aside the tablet and shifts to get comfortable]
You owe me a couple of explanations, don't you?
He sets aside the tablet and shifts to get comfortable]
You owe me a couple of explanations, don't you?
[More than a couple, Saul thinks.]
Where should I begin?
Where should I begin?
[Mike picks up his coffee and takes a long sip. He could mention a few things, but there was a lot he wanted to know, and a lot he had yet to be told. So, he shrugs and gestures with the cup]
Wherever you want.
Wherever you want.
Well — okay, first, a question for you: When are you from? What's the last thing that happened to you?
[He really hopes it's not "Walter killed me."
It's bad enough he already feels like he's looking at a ghost.]
[He really hopes it's not "Walter killed me."
It's bad enough he already feels like he's looking at a ghost.]
[She isn't sure whether she should sit or not, and ends up just bouncing a little hesitantly on the balls of her feet.]
This. Us.
[She doesn't want him to start worrying, so she gives him a wry smile and a shrug.]
Not sorting things out with Ellie from the get-go was a mistake I don't wanna make again.
[And she really doesn't wanna fuck this up.]
This. Us.
[She doesn't want him to start worrying, so she gives him a wry smile and a shrug.]
Not sorting things out with Ellie from the get-go was a mistake I don't wanna make again.
[And she really doesn't wanna fuck this up.]
[Saul probably knows the answer before Mike can say it, by the face he makes.
sry Saul]
I think you already know. You and the kid both looked at me like you were seeing a ghost.
sry Saul]
I think you already know. You and the kid both looked at me like you were seeing a ghost.
[It's a good thing she adds the smile to that, because otherwise...
He lets out a little breath, then nods.]
Yeah, of course.
He lets out a little breath, then nods.]
Yeah, of course.
[welp
Saul lowers his gaze to the table, biting his lip until the wave of guilt and fear passes.
When he looks back up, his expression is wrought with something that looks an awful lot like sadness.]
I'm sorry, Mike.
Saul lowers his gaze to the table, biting his lip until the wave of guilt and fear passes.
When he looks back up, his expression is wrought with something that looks an awful lot like sadness.]
I'm sorry, Mike.
[She decides the smile wasn't enough, and adds a (gentle) kick to his leg.]
Don't look at me like that, I just wanna know where we stand.
[Maybe they can just talk about this and it can be casual, instead of awkward and fraught.]
I mean-- we can't exactly make a public thing of it, 'cause I'm a little worried about how some of my friends from back home would take it.
[hahah they'd kill him.]
Don't look at me like that, I just wanna know where we stand.
[Maybe they can just talk about this and it can be casual, instead of awkward and fraught.]
I mean-- we can't exactly make a public thing of it, 'cause I'm a little worried about how some of my friends from back home would take it.
[hahah they'd kill him.]
Are you kidding? Helena would totally give us her blessing. And Oracle, and Robin, and whoever else from Gotham is here.
[hahahahaha no he's joking.
She has a point, though, and it's one he's considered already. Lips twisting into a slight frown, he shrugs his shoulders.]
So we'll be careful, that's all. We're both used to being sneaky. It'll be fine.
[hahahahaha no he's joking.
She has a point, though, and it's one he's considered already. Lips twisting into a slight frown, he shrugs his shoulders.]
So we'll be careful, that's all. We're both used to being sneaky. It'll be fine.
Edited 2013-10-10 15:55 (UTC)
[Mike faintly shakes his head and takes another sip of his coffee. But now he wishes it was something else instead, like whiskey, or something stronger]
Yeah, so am I.
Yeah, so am I.
[welp.]
Oracle, uh. Sort of knows.
["Sort of".
She'd address his other point but she's busy looking really sheepish.]
Oracle, uh. Sort of knows.
["Sort of".
She'd address his other point but she's busy looking really sheepish.]
...she does?
[Thanks, Steph.
Now Saul's going to spend the rest of his life in fear that some costumed vigilante is going to come swooping out of the shadows and break his legs.]
[Thanks, Steph.
Now Saul's going to spend the rest of his life in fear that some costumed vigilante is going to come swooping out of the shadows and break his legs.]
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