Veronica Mars (
watching_you) wrote2007-03-12 09:43 pm
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OOM: Room 130
As the sun sets, Veronica sits at the desk in her room, staring out the window at nothing. Though it's becoming darker in the room, she makes no move to turn on her lamp, despite the fact that soon it will be quite difficult to read the book spread open across her lap.
Truthfully, she hasn't even glanced at the book in over an hour.
Truthfully, she hasn't even glanced at the book in over an hour.
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He shrugs.
"I would've done it mid- or post-adventure in Marrakech, but I was still seeing Lil at the time."
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"Yeah. That's what I figured."
"Not that I needed to offer anything beyond my rugged good looks, keen mind, and irresistable charisma, of course."
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"Fine."
He lets out a half-snort, half-chortle.
"If you're gonna rely on Lilly's word and three movies for a value judgment on what you're missing out on, there's not much more I can do."
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"Besides, your movies were depressingly PG."
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He tries to keep the playful air intact, while also cultivating a look of pending grievance.
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Indy sighs melodramatically.
"But, hey... it's your loss."
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"You should prob'ly cite the result of this conversation on your dating resume. Withstood the charming advances of Indiana Jones."
He gives her a sage nod.
"It's a pretty impressive feat, y'know."
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"And also the fact that you're, uh, too old for me."
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"As if the rejection itself wasn't bad enough. You had to twist the knife, didn't ya?"
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"Good save."
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"You know me. Good at thinking on my feet."
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He smiles at her, and after a moment's consideration, he moves on, adopting a slightly more careful tone.
"On a less frivolous note, you, erm, had any more panic attacks since... that night?"
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"Well, shit. 'Scuse me for caring."
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Her laugh is very flat.
The shadows in the room, taking cue from the sun, are shifting: the last rays of light play across the couch, across Indy. With Veronica, on the other hand, it's gotten to the point that if she leans back enough - as she does now - her face is entirely in darkness.
"From where I'm sitting, it looks less like 'caring' and more like 'judging whether Vee has lost it'."
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"There must be real bad perspective from where you're sitting."
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"If there's something wrong with the way I'm reading things, why are you so defensive all of a sudden?"
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The only indication that she's even still paying attention rests in the motion of Veronica crossing her arms.
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"That's real nice, Vee."
"Real nice."
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