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unrecognizable) wrote in grouphugs2016-12-22 03:32 am[MEME] time to stay warm
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laurel lance
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still, blue vinyl mats that lined the floor were comfortable enough, if not quite bed like, and after checking for the fifth time to make sure the power remained out, he took a seat beside laurel, closer than friends normally would. ]
You okay? [ they had bottled water and the large supply of proteins bars he kept stocked; though, in that moment, oliver would have gladly traded both for hot cocoa. eyebrows knitting together, his head turns, gaze falling on her ] Laurel...you're shivering.
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By the time all's said and done, Laurel's willing to bet that when she can charge her phone again, she'll have a voicemail or two from her dad warning her about the weather before it even blew in. That's hindsight for you. Still, could be worse. They've got rations, semi-comfortable floor mats, and company. If hunkering down with her arms tightly crossed over her chest is the worst she's got to deal with through this, she'll take it. God knows how many people out in the city currently have it worse.
Oliver sits more closely than he might necessarily need to when he returns, but he's welcome there. His observation is met with a brief smile. ]
Ahh. Leather jackets. [ Laurel relaxes her arms just enough to reach up and give the collar of her accused jacket a tug. ] Great for blocking the wind. Not so great for sitting still in the cold. Of course, you might be familiar with that problem already.
[ Even heroes get cold, Lian Yu or no. She'd bet more money on that than she would on the voicemail. ]
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[ Funny, the way her smile can set him at ease. A talent Laurel’s always possessed, long before the island, and he offers a nonchalant shrug in return ] Good thing there’s other options. Especially since I think your dad would lock me up for life if I let you freeze. [ Much of a stretch? Considering the ups and downs that marked his relationship with Quentin, probably not. Despite having just sat down, a slow breath releases before he ventures momentarily away, returning with the thermal blanket that’s been used on several occasions.
Mostly to combat the chill after an alarming amount of blood loss; a fact that’s better off not being shared, even if she could guess ] Take your jacket off and come here. [ The blanket is already partially wrapped around him and Oliver motioned with his free arm. Awkward? No, not overly. Laurel has played a dozen roles in his life...and there’s residual guilt from the way he’s treated her in the past, it just didn’t change that she’s the constant. Who, in all honesty, he’s the most comfortable with ]
Maintain core body temperature and we’ll be fine. Besides, you’re considerably better company than when I had to do this on Lian Yu.
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[ If the way she presses her lips together and looks to the side at the mention of her dad is any indicator: not entirely too much of a stretch, no. Life's a little funny like that. Never know what unintentional nonsense could lead to jail next.
Laurel doesn't exactly hesitate before taking her jacket off. It's more a pause of assessment, a shrewd glance to ensure that she's correctly reading the page he's opened to, which she seems to be. Ollie's no open book anymore, if he could ever be called that in the first place, but he knows how to give someone a star to navigate by. He always has.
Fitting in at his side with a blanket on the line doesn't hurt. ]
Easy to win a competition that sets a low bar. [ She nudges him a little. ] You're not so bad for a first time freeze-in partner yourself.