confused (Ian)

[Arden Patricks]

"I always am, lately," I nod. "I've been getting paranoia lessons from... from A-Andra's... older brother."

((Lol... yes, she's aware of that really. She went upstairs though, not sure when she'll be back.))

[Ian Hunt]

"Ah," I nod, "Well, that can't hurt I suppose."

[ooc-haha, good, thank you.]

[Arden Patricks]

"Except that it's making us all bloody jumpy," I mutter, then shake my head. "Anyway...."

((I hast told her now anyway though. She laughed. ))

[Ian Hunt]

"Suppose it would," I nod, "Yeah, anyway...anyway..."

[ooc-lol, i bet she did.]

[Arden Patricks]

I glance at him a moment, frowning slightly. "You know of any way to convince someone that somebody's death wasn't really their fault?" I ask, since I've been reminded of Andrew. "Sorry... it's not a very good change of subject."

(( ;D You are a speaker perv though, remember? Tsk. *shakes head*))

[Ian Hunt]

"If there is I've yet to come across it. It's up to the person to see sense in the end, or not see it at all," I shrug.

[ooc-uhm...no ]

[Arden Patricks]

"I s'pose so...." I shrug.

((Are too. Eh, never mind. Have ye gotten your revenge yet?))

[Ian Hunt]

"Yeah," I reply, not sure what else to say.

[ooc- nope not yet. too cold to go outside. can't find socks or a shirt so i'ma just gonna sit here in my jeans all day cos it's nearly 5 now so there's no point in getting dressed properly and there's heating in here anyway.]

[Arden Patricks]

"Hm... anything you'd like to talk about?" I ask, shrugging.

((Well... that's very... impressive... of you. Lol. *shakes head*))

[Ian Hunt]

"Well, uh," I shrug slightly, debating whether to tell her or not, a little paranoid about mentioning it especially to someone so close to Logan. Not that I think for a minute she'd report back to him or anything.
"I'm a dad now," I say after a moment.

[ooc-lol, thank you. ]

[Arden Patricks]

"Oh?" I grin slightly. "Well that's... well, honestly it's insane, but congratulations I guess. How are they doing?"

((Anytime... anytime at all... lol. Laura says that Ian eats people by the way.))

[Ian Hunt]

"Yeah, definitely insane," I laugh slightly, but the laughter dies almost immediately, "Actually, it's just a him, rather than a they."

[ooc-haha, he does? that's news to me.]

[Arden Patricks]

"Oh...." I wince, smile fading immediately. "I'm sorry.... What... why?"

((Yeppers... your new model played the young Hannibal Lector in that Silence of the Lambs prequel.))

[Ian Hunt]

"She went into labour early," I pick idly at my t-shit sleeve, "And they weren't developed properly. One's okay, but he's really small."
I don't feel it necessary to add that the other one isn't okay.

[ooc-lol, i know. i need to watch that film.]

[Arden Patricks]

"I'm sorry," I say again. "But... he's okay? Which... what's his name?"

((Mm... yummy. Let's watch a cannibal murder people.... ))

[Ian Hunt]

"Yeah, he'll be okay," I nod, "Alex. His name's Alex."

[ooc-haha, precisely. ]

[Arden Patricks]

"Rowan Gideon, right?" I ask with a very slight smile.

((You're disturbed. ))

[Ian Hunt]

I smile slightly, "Yeah, that's the one."

[ooc-haha, yes, yes i am.]

[Arden Patricks]

I nod. Well, at least there's one who's okay, I think, thankfully having the tact not to blurt it out for once. "So... how do you like being a father?" I ask, still finding it enormously strange to be asking that of someone my age.

((Disturbed cannibal speaker pervert. ))

[Ian Hunt]

"It's really...surreal," I admit, tugging absently on a fibre in my sleeve, "I don't think it's sunk in yet because it just...it's just weird."

[ooc-well... ]

[Arden Patricks]

"Very weird," I agree, nodding. It occurs to me for about half a second to ask if the baby's really his then, but then I realize that would also be quite tactless. "You... decided to stick around though?" I ask anyway despite my better judgment.

((Lol... that's the best insult you've got? Come on... I can take it.))

[Ian Hunt]

"Uh, no, actually. I was on my way out when she went into labour," I mutter.

[ooc-lol, no, i feel happy and non-offensive today.]

[Arden Patricks]

"I see..." I nod, frowning. "So then how come you're not gone?"

(( So you're not going to insult me? That's not very nice. I feel happy also... 'tis why I am insulting you. Duh.))

[Ian Hunt]

I shrug, "I have no idea."

[ooc-happy and non-offensive ]

[Arden Patricks]

"Well... that makes sense then." I pause. "Are you planning to not be here?"

((Lol... thank you for the emphasis. But I'm not asking you to offend me, just insult me. I've already told you I won't be offended.))

[Ian Hunt]

"In more ways than one," I reply, then immediately wince, not having meant to say it, hoping that it was one of those things that only made sense if you knew the rest of the thought process.

[ooc-i know but i'll feel offensive. lol.]

[Arden Patricks]

I frown, straightening up, thinking that there's only two ways I can think of not being around someplace other than mental detachment which would make little sense to mention.
"Don't you dare," I say sharply, shaking my head, though a nagging voice tells me I'm jumping to conclusions.

((Ah, there's the rub.... Okay, fine. Don't insult me then.))

[Ian Hunt]

"Don't I dare what?" I reply bluntly without missing a beat, arching an eyebrow even though I know exactly what she means.

[ooc-okay. ]

[Arden Patricks]

"If you're planning on not being anywhere," I reply, crossing my arms. "Don't. Why would you?"

((Hm. We have a thread now in which we are talking ooc. And here we are still talking here.))

[Ian Hunt]

"A lot of reasons," I reply.

[ooc-shall we just talk in other thread?]