11-28-2017, 08:12 PM
The living room had been a popular hang out.
Ned was present on one of several couches. It had become a secondary study for the young Orphan, who had been avidly avoiding the main Study with it's open space, electric wilderness that made everyone feel like the speck of sleep in god's eye waiting to be plucked out and smeared on some divine robe. Books were piled into a neat little shelf on one of the tables, several open onto contexts of anatomy while one notably larger volume had been investigating the depths of neuroscience. The jargon within was enough to give someone a migraine unless they were dedicated.
Ned was napping under the flaps of a book titled 'The Chemical Body' so it was hard to say what his level of dedicated was. When Margot had entered he hadn't gotten up and when she'd left with the drapes open, Ned had offered a vague sigh at the air of 'pensive' she left in her wake. It's what gets him up off the couch, plucking up the neuroscience book from the table and depositing the Body Chemical one in it's place.
He's wearing a simple black sweater too long in the sleeve and waistband. Plenty of room to suck his arms in and hug himself if needs be. His track pants have track pants to keep out the chill though he's bare foot and wincing with each step he takes across the cold floorboards, following in Margot's wake to the kitchen.
When he gets there, he plops the neuroscience book onto the kitchen table, open to a page then jabs it with his finger and makes a bit of fuss clearing his throat and pretending to read from the page.
"Patients who exhibit long term, dedicated behavior toward a particular emotional response, often find it significantly easier to portray and slip into that response no matter the level of stimuli involved."
He looks up at her without moving his head, lifts his finger off the book and pokes the air in her direction with it.
"That's you and worried. I read about it in a book so it has to be true."
Ned was present on one of several couches. It had become a secondary study for the young Orphan, who had been avidly avoiding the main Study with it's open space, electric wilderness that made everyone feel like the speck of sleep in god's eye waiting to be plucked out and smeared on some divine robe. Books were piled into a neat little shelf on one of the tables, several open onto contexts of anatomy while one notably larger volume had been investigating the depths of neuroscience. The jargon within was enough to give someone a migraine unless they were dedicated.
Ned was napping under the flaps of a book titled 'The Chemical Body' so it was hard to say what his level of dedicated was. When Margot had entered he hadn't gotten up and when she'd left with the drapes open, Ned had offered a vague sigh at the air of 'pensive' she left in her wake. It's what gets him up off the couch, plucking up the neuroscience book from the table and depositing the Body Chemical one in it's place.
He's wearing a simple black sweater too long in the sleeve and waistband. Plenty of room to suck his arms in and hug himself if needs be. His track pants have track pants to keep out the chill though he's bare foot and wincing with each step he takes across the cold floorboards, following in Margot's wake to the kitchen.
When he gets there, he plops the neuroscience book onto the kitchen table, open to a page then jabs it with his finger and makes a bit of fuss clearing his throat and pretending to read from the page.
"Patients who exhibit long term, dedicated behavior toward a particular emotional response, often find it significantly easier to portray and slip into that response no matter the level of stimuli involved."
He looks up at her without moving his head, lifts his finger off the book and pokes the air in her direction with it.
"That's you and worried. I read about it in a book so it has to be true."