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anddowntothesea) wrote2015-11-08 04:37 pm
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Dinner at home - locked to Lou
It's one of his most closely guarded secrets - the fact that he can actually cook. He bakes, too. His Ma was determined that she wasn't going to raise any sons who were a burden on wives. As it turned out, wives had been purely theoretical, but Gabriel Monroe is a man that can look after himself.
When the doorbell rings, he opens the door in jeans and plaid rolled up to his elbows. He smiles.
"I was halfway expecting you to cancel."
When the doorbell rings, he opens the door in jeans and plaid rolled up to his elbows. He smiles.
"I was halfway expecting you to cancel."
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"Like I said, my Ma was insistent she wasn't going to raise any useless men. She's still working on Connor." He huffs a laugh, shaking his head a little. "Yeah, it is. I've got shorter movies, too."
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"My younger brother. He's fifteen. And then there's Gale. She's a couple of years older than me." He shrugs. "Connor was only a kid when my dad died - Gale was already gone."
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"It's amazing how quickly you get used to it," he says, with a crooked smile that barely touches the corner of his mouth, half a shrug. "Now, I have a hard time remembering what it was like to have him around.
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"You like monsters?" he asks, mulling it over, scraping up the last bite of his food. "Have you seen Attack the Block? It's this independent British thing, and it's great."
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"Independent British thing? Sounds interesting enough." Louise was turning into a school girl.
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"Seriously," he says. "Go look at the shelves by the TV. You pick something. I'll do dishes and rustle up dessert."
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"How about I'll wash, you dry?" he asks, pushing up his sleeves again as he heads towards the sink. "Sound fair?"
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"I think you're capable of anything you set your mind to, Lou," he says, setting down the plates in his hands and flicking the faucet on, squirting a generous amount of dish soap under the flowing water. "I've got pie. And ice-cream. Homemade. The pie, I mean. Not the ice-cream."
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"Apple," he says. "Ma got a good crop this year, and it'd be criminal to let them go to waste."
On 29 November 2015 at 14:57, louise_abasi - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:
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"She does. Apples, pears, plums," he says, finding that he likes having her standing next to him, even doing something as mundane as dishes.
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"We ate right," he says, carefully rinsing a plate before he hands it to her. "How'd you think I grew up to be this big and tall and handsome?"
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He huffs a laugh.
"Something like that," he says, rolling his eyes and handing her another plate. "Didn't turn out too badly though."
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"You can say whatever you like to me," he says, flashing her a cheek grin as he drains the sink and dries his hands. "Any time you like."
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"Of course," he says, presenting her the towel with a flourish. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable I'll bring desert."
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