Locke's walk home was uneventful. In fact, the entire day had been uneventful. It had been hotter than Locke might have preferred, but that was probably the worst thing about the day. He bantered with his co-workers, grabbed lunch with Gerard at a new sidewalk cafe a couple of blocks up from Highlife Haberdashery, and worked on new designs for the store. It was routine, but it wasn't boring, and it put a smile on Locke's face.
It was a nervous smile, though. The other night, while fiddling with the minute details on a pair of slashed-up jeans, he had suddenly stopped himself. I'm just re-arranging the deck chairs, at this bloody point. It's just an excuse not to go forward. Locke was ready to launch his own line, his own store, but there was only one way available to him to do that as quickly as he wanted. Thinking about what he would need to do, though, gave him pause.
He loosened the blue tie around his neck as he walked up the sidewalk onto the porch of his house, testing the door knob to see if it was unlocked or not. He listened closely for the sound of Katarina's voice.
"In here, melamin." Katarina had watched Locke approach the house in passing through the front window before she had returned to the side wall of the house and the windows there. Once she had returned home from the theatre, a spot on the front window had bothered her enough to change and address the spot with a simple window cleaner and a towel. The end result continued on to the rest of the windows from there. She didn't mind the mindless work after her day.
He turned the knob and opened the door, following the sound of her voice to where she was cleaning the windows. He wrapped her up in a hug from behind, tip-toeing up to steal a kiss as he did so. "Afternoon, love. Busy day?"
Being greeted with a hug and kiss certainly brightened her features, "Busy 'n th' usual way. Jist go' caught up 'n wha' I was doin' so my min' had a chance ta wind down, yanno?" She leaned in to rub her nose to his briefly with a giggle, "How was th' shop?"
"Pleasant. Not too terribly exciting, but who wants that malarkey all the bloody time? Cottar says hello, by the by." Despite the smile on Locke's face and the way he greeted her, he still seemed a little more nervous than usual, muscles wound tighter than typical for the ice elf.
She preened a little, "Well, tha's awfully nice." She gave Locke a wink, before glancing him over and a frown won over her features, "Ya look a li'l..." she clenched her fists a few times as she sought the word, "..tense." She wrapped her arms around him, wanting to share her happy feelings with him. "Maybe ya need ta relax a bi'?" She reached up to massage his neck and shoulders gently.
He turned and repositioned himself so that she could better reach his neck and shoulders, trying not to shrug as she gave him a massage. "You are probably right, I should relax a bit." Saying the words didn't seem to help him much, though.
" 'm always righ'." She quietly scoffed at him as she continued the attention to the tense muscles of his upper body. "Though talkin' bout relaxin' an' actually doin' it ar' two differen' thin's." She leaned forward to kiss the back of his neck gently and whisper, "Go' somethin' 'n yer mind?"
It took him a while for the shivers from her whisper to subside, and his voice was no louder than hers when he spoke. "Yeah...I think I've done all I can to plan my store. I have to take the next step."
It was a nervous smile, though. The other night, while fiddling with the minute details on a pair of slashed-up jeans, he had suddenly stopped himself. I'm just re-arranging the deck chairs, at this bloody point. It's just an excuse not to go forward. Locke was ready to launch his own line, his own store, but there was only one way available to him to do that as quickly as he wanted. Thinking about what he would need to do, though, gave him pause.
He loosened the blue tie around his neck as he walked up the sidewalk onto the porch of his house, testing the door knob to see if it was unlocked or not. He listened closely for the sound of Katarina's voice.
"In here, melamin." Katarina had watched Locke approach the house in passing through the front window before she had returned to the side wall of the house and the windows there. Once she had returned home from the theatre, a spot on the front window had bothered her enough to change and address the spot with a simple window cleaner and a towel. The end result continued on to the rest of the windows from there. She didn't mind the mindless work after her day.
He turned the knob and opened the door, following the sound of her voice to where she was cleaning the windows. He wrapped her up in a hug from behind, tip-toeing up to steal a kiss as he did so. "Afternoon, love. Busy day?"
Being greeted with a hug and kiss certainly brightened her features, "Busy 'n th' usual way. Jist go' caught up 'n wha' I was doin' so my min' had a chance ta wind down, yanno?" She leaned in to rub her nose to his briefly with a giggle, "How was th' shop?"
"Pleasant. Not too terribly exciting, but who wants that malarkey all the bloody time? Cottar says hello, by the by." Despite the smile on Locke's face and the way he greeted her, he still seemed a little more nervous than usual, muscles wound tighter than typical for the ice elf.
She preened a little, "Well, tha's awfully nice." She gave Locke a wink, before glancing him over and a frown won over her features, "Ya look a li'l..." she clenched her fists a few times as she sought the word, "..tense." She wrapped her arms around him, wanting to share her happy feelings with him. "Maybe ya need ta relax a bi'?" She reached up to massage his neck and shoulders gently.
He turned and repositioned himself so that she could better reach his neck and shoulders, trying not to shrug as she gave him a massage. "You are probably right, I should relax a bit." Saying the words didn't seem to help him much, though.
" 'm always righ'." She quietly scoffed at him as she continued the attention to the tense muscles of his upper body. "Though talkin' bout relaxin' an' actually doin' it ar' two differen' thin's." She leaned forward to kiss the back of his neck gently and whisper, "Go' somethin' 'n yer mind?"
It took him a while for the shivers from her whisper to subside, and his voice was no louder than hers when he spoke. "Yeah...I think I've done all I can to plan my store. I have to take the next step."