Harrison quirks a smile for a moment before his expression settles back into its neutral, slightly grumpy-looking state, and he flicks some ash in Viola's direction without any intent of it reaching her.
"No - I don't think I've ever made a wish on a star. Is that why you're out here? Or just trying to take a break from people?"
Why is she out here? She hadn't asked herself that yet and takes a long moment to decide, eyes on the stars. "I would make a wish if I had one," she replies, slow and even, considering still as she speaks. It seems as if she might say more, but she doesn't. Harrison's suggestion that she is out here for a break isn't quite right and she hadn't been able to think up an interesting alternate reason, beyond the obvious. She's just here to sit in the clouds. And, apparently, to mooch.
Wordlessly, she reaches out two fingers to bum a drag off of Harrison's cigarette.
"There's no way you don't have a single wish," Harrison observes, because even he has one or two stupid ones he could probably use, if he were that sort of person. His eyes catch on one of the shooting stars and he considers it, for a moment, but brushes off the idea.
As the older boy notices Viola's movement, he passes her the cigarette, his other hand swatting away a few tiny, lightly glowing bugs that have come to bother him.
“I have wants,” she amends, though it’s unclear if she is correcting her own words or Harrison’s. A wish and a want are not synonyms in Viola’s mind. And desires in a world apart, entirely. “But I can’t say for sure that I’ll still want those things when the cosmos get around to granting my wishes.” Reading through her diary from the past year during the Telling of the Bees had confirmed something to her—just how absolutely unsure of herself she is. Certain of one thing on Monday and completely opposed by Friday.
What a miserable way to be she laments to herself as she puts the boy’s cigarette to her lips and draws deep before lying down flat in the clouds. Languidly and a little reluctantly, she extends her arm to pass it back to him. “You don’t feel that way?”
Felicity strides over, little clouds of... cloud plume up with each step. "Is she bothering you?" Felicity repeats when she arrives.
She turns to Viola. "He likes to be left alone," she explains with the smallest of eye-rolls. Crazy, right? she tries to convey. "Doesn't kiss either," she adds, "In case that was your plan. Just saving you some time."
She looks over at Harrison and mouths, 'You're welcome.'
Harrison reaches for the cigarette, and is about to say something when he's startled by Felicity's yell. His expression shifts quickly from passive to seriously annoyed as he turns his head to look at the newly arrived Junior.
Felicity's face falls. It's clear Harrison is unhappy she's here. And worse, it's clear he was having a good time before she showed up. Felicity scrunches her face up into some weird distorted position. Outwardly it might appear as 'Felicity being Felicity' (read: weird and random), but it's not random at all. She's trying to mask her disappointment. It's like putting personal mail through a shredder -- you can hide important information by simply scrambling it up.
"Yeah, Viola," Felicity scoffs, "You got anyone else you can harass?"
At first, Viola attempts her typical tactic of hiding in plain sight. If you're silent and still for long enough, people tend to give up and leave. No such luck. Felicity speaks to her directly and asks a question that seems to require a response. "No, I don't think so," she answers lamely, pushing herself back up onto her elbows to glance around. Later, in the shower, when she replays this conversation in her head she will come up with a much better retort, but for now, that's all she's got.
"You know I was talking to you, Felicity. Go find your friends."
Though Harrison glowers at the younger girl, it's only for a few moments; he turns his attention back to the sky to try to drive home to Felicity that this is not a conversation he wants to have. Not that that shouldn't already be abundantly clear. He holds the cigarette back out to Viola once he's settled back in.
"Ooookay," Felicity replies with a forced, wavering smile. "You're proooobably right. I should get back to Doug. He thinks I'm just sooo fun and great to talk to. And woooonderful company." In case anyone here needed to know.
She swallows hard, turns, and walks away. Her cheeks are pink, but it's hard to tell if that's from her glowing wings or something else.
Everything about this exchange triggers Viola's instinct to play possum. Part of her wants to stand and chase after Felicity but she's so stiff with tension that she might as well be in the early stages of rigor mortis and she can't seem to convince her legs to move. It takes her a moment to register that Harrison is offering her his cigarette again and she accepts it cautiously. She feels oddly like she's gloating as she inhales, passing it back quickly.
Harrison feels... kind of embarrassed? Kind of bad? It's hard to really sort out what negative feelings are going on right now, but it doesn't really matter and he's not really one to introspect, anyway. And he definitely isn't one to know what to say to Viola.
"Sure," he finally settles on, which isn't helpful at all.
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Harrison & Viola
"No - I don't think I've ever made a wish on a star. Is that why you're out here? Or just trying to take a break from people?"
Harrison & Viola
Wordlessly, she reaches out two fingers to bum a drag off of Harrison's cigarette.
Harrison & Viola
As the older boy notices Viola's movement, he passes her the cigarette, his other hand swatting away a few tiny, lightly glowing bugs that have come to bother him.
Harrison & Viola
What a miserable way to be she laments to herself as she puts the boy’s cigarette to her lips and draws deep before lying down flat in the clouds. Languidly and a little reluctantly, she extends her arm to pass it back to him. “You don’t feel that way?”
Harrison & Viola... & Felicity
Felicity strides over, little clouds of... cloud plume up with each step. "Is she bothering you?" Felicity repeats when she arrives.
She turns to Viola. "He likes to be left alone," she explains with the smallest of eye-rolls. Crazy, right? she tries to convey. "Doesn't kiss either," she adds, "In case that was your plan. Just saving you some time."
She looks over at Harrison and mouths, 'You're welcome.'
Harrison & Viola... & Felicity
"Don't you have anyone else to harass?"
Harrison & Viola... & Felicity
"Yeah, Viola," Felicity scoffs, "You got anyone else you can harass?"
Harrison & Viola... & Felicity
Harrison & Viola... & Felicity
Though Harrison glowers at the younger girl, it's only for a few moments; he turns his attention back to the sky to try to drive home to Felicity that this is not a conversation he wants to have. Not that that shouldn't already be abundantly clear. He holds the cigarette back out to Viola once he's settled back in.
Harrison & Viola... & Felicity
She swallows hard, turns, and walks away. Her cheeks are pink, but it's hard to tell if that's from her glowing wings or something else.
Harrison & Viola... & Felicity
"I think I'll go get a drink."
Harrison & Viola... & Felicity
"Sure," he finally settles on, which isn't helpful at all.