LOLed and loving it.

[1stmacleod]

Connor prefers the gates, but today he PINpoints home from the Nexus, holding the bottom edge of his t-shirt up in one hand, because it's full of candy. Never, not even after a good amount of scotch, has he truly been drunk, but he looks pretty unsteady right now. He's also grinning like a loon. His voice cracks a little in a high, sing-song tone. "Suuundrop! I'm home and I brought caaandy!" He stumbles a little, chuckles to himself, and looks down. "Hey 'Gina. Want some candy?"

She'd better come quick before he LOLs the dog.

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[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"...You are nothing like a ninja. Ninja were bad." He's not up to the current ninja vs. pirate debate, but he did spend some time in Japan. She needs to give him a good current pop-culture education, sometime.

Connor tilts his head back to let her kiss his stubbly jaw and neck. Mmm she's warm, and he's got a stomachful of candy, and he just might fall asleep right here.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"Mm. I'm pretty evil in insect circles, handsome. I'm firmly of the opinion that Thou Shalt Not Suffer A Wasp To Live." Pause. "But ladybugs and dragonflies are safe."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"I can kill bugs for you. Woosh. Cut their tiny heads off..." Connor's got nothing against bugs, seeing as he's pretty much immune to any effects of being bitten or stung. It's just a momentary annoyance.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

She peers down at him. "You that good with your sword?"

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"I don't know. I never tried it on bugs." He makes a face. "I bet I'd have to clean it well, after."

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"Probably. I doubt your sword would appreciate having bug guts on it."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

He nods a little, smiling lazily. "It's a good sword. Not the original blade. I made this blade myself..."

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"How long ago?"

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

He has to think about that. "Sixteen years? Maybe... seventeen? It was..." He sobers a little, buzz fading. "That was how I met Alex."

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Pause. "Hey, I was alive at least." She was two or three, but hey.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

Connor nods slowly, and plays with a lock of her hair, winding it around and around his finger. "I guess... if John were still alive, he'd be older than you."

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"I was born in '91. Shortly after my sister."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"...He was born in 1983, I guess..." It would be more memorable if Connor had been there, but since he was adopted, it's different. Connor continues to play with her hair. "...How many minutes?"

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"Just a couple. Seven, I think."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"That's a good number. Magic number." He nuzzles her, settling down to looking sleepy, still under the lingering effects of the candy.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"Always preferred 3, though." She kisses his forehead.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"Three is good, too." He looks a little like a bobblehead when he nods. One of the side effects of the candy seems to be dulled coordination.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"Getting sleepy, Connor? I could put you to bed.."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"What's wrong with right here?" He grins and slides sideways a little, stretching out, and doesn't care if he ends up with candy for a pillow.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"Bed's comfy-er. Plus there's no room for me." She tugs at his arm, getting off the couch.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"Ohhhh..." he groans like a child, and all but rolls off the couch onto the floor, staggering to his feet clumsily from there.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

She can't help it. "Feelin' every day of your thousand years, huh," she teases, giggling.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"I'm not even five hundred yet! Won't be for another... seven years..." He sticks his tongue out at her and grabs at the couch for balance before he gets himself sorted out. He might be old, but right now he's acting like a kid.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"And what do ya want for your birthday?"

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"You mean my five-hundredth? Or my four-hundred-ninety-third. th?" He reaches for her shoulder, and shambles toward the bedroom. "To go sailing? On a real ship. Not one of those new monsters with engines and instruments..."