The posters on the walls are cheesy things, in Evan's opinion; kitschy movie posters mostly from the nineties, a vanity of his roommate's more than his own. The single one above his own bed was brought from home: an old, tall poster showing the relative scale of Earth to the other planets in the solar system, with the massive sun peeking just at the bottom of the paper. The closet, when Mel peeks in, is something of a disaster: it's a long, deep thing and is mostly storage for boxes and stacks of stuff rather than clothes, as the two wardrobes cover most of the latter. Evan may be tidy, but in some cases out of sight is out of mind. Backpacks, a vacuum cleaner, linens, shoeboxes, oddly a life-sized cardboard cutout that faces the far wall.
Evan sees none of Mel's poking about. He keeps his voice low as he greets his mother, sounding the sheepish youngster again through the usual ritual dance of parental chiding and parental warmth both. It's when he takes a deep breath and goes, "look, I've had a friend show up, uh, kind of out of the blue..." that the conversation sounds as if it's getting serious.
"No, I mean -- someone who would've wanted to come through you and Dad, if he'd had the chance. No, not -- no... yeah, for a while... well, an elf." Evan sounds almost sheepish. He determinedly does not glance over his shoulder at Mel. "From the, uh. Yeah, from that. I know! No. Yeah, that's the... no, pretty big. Eyes, too. Um, a glamour? Something that can be taken on and off would be, well, if we can. ... Documents, sure as hell. No, we'll come up with something. Can Nakana fill in..?" A sigh from Evan. "If you have to, can we maybe plan a better time for it? Last time I think John... no, mom, it'd be nice to see you. Yeah. I mean, I wouldn't ask except -- no, of course. Um, love you too. I'll text you with it in a minute."
When he hangs up, he's chewing on his lower lip. Straightening, he turns, and if he seems anxious it's cut with a kind of purposefulness. "Well, mom seems optimistic." And then he grins, self-conscious and in this case amused by his own concern. "May I take a picture of you? I mean, to send to her. So they know what we need."
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Date: 2016-10-02 02:22 am (UTC)Evan sees none of Mel's poking about. He keeps his voice low as he greets his mother, sounding the sheepish youngster again through the usual ritual dance of parental chiding and parental warmth both. It's when he takes a deep breath and goes, "look, I've had a friend show up, uh, kind of out of the blue..." that the conversation sounds as if it's getting serious.
"No, I mean -- someone who would've wanted to come through you and Dad, if he'd had the chance. No, not -- no... yeah, for a while... well, an elf." Evan sounds almost sheepish. He determinedly does not glance over his shoulder at Mel. "From the, uh. Yeah, from that. I know! No. Yeah, that's the... no, pretty big. Eyes, too. Um, a glamour? Something that can be taken on and off would be, well, if we can. ... Documents, sure as hell. No, we'll come up with something. Can Nakana fill in..?" A sigh from Evan. "If you have to, can we maybe plan a better time for it? Last time I think John... no, mom, it'd be nice to see you. Yeah. I mean, I wouldn't ask except -- no, of course. Um, love you too. I'll text you with it in a minute."
When he hangs up, he's chewing on his lower lip. Straightening, he turns, and if he seems anxious it's cut with a kind of purposefulness. "Well, mom seems optimistic." And then he grins, self-conscious and in this case amused by his own concern. "May I take a picture of you? I mean, to send to her. So they know what we need."