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[as_damaged]

❝You've reached Allison Cameron, please leave a message.❞

☎ voicemail ☎ text message ☞ action

[ooc: you know the drill, if you need her and there's no recent post &c &c. whatever. ♥♥♥]

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☎ text message

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☎ text message

[as_damaged]

I'll put on a pot.

☎ text message

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☞ action

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[And there's a knock at the door from a surprisingly perky Australian, bearing a 'pampered pets' bag]

☞ action // i am mesmerized by that first icon

[as_damaged]

[You can smell the coffee as soon as she opens the door. Cameron glances at the bag with a small smile, moving aside to let him enter.]

You're going to spoil her, you know.

☞ action // haha it's shiny and new

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It's not a feminist issue when they're furry. Spoiling's allowed.

[Not to mention that buying treats for the bloody cat is one of the few ways he can spoil Cameron without getting a look for the offer. See, he got a smile. Already it's a good day.]

Hey.

☞ action // i approve! fff i never sent you the ceilingchase icon did i, orz

[as_damaged]

[Oh, he gets a look. But it's one of amusement. It's a game, the cat an agreed-upon surrogate focus of his attention. After all, the animal doesn't care what collar she wears-- it's for the benefit of her owner. The same goes for the visit. Though certainly Gray will appreciate the chance to walk all over her favorite napping post.]

How've you been?

☞ action // lol no, though i actually saw one of someone elses. He's not as cute as the others in

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[Yes, yes, everybody enjoys walking all over Chase. Right now he doesn't particularly care, flashing her a grin as he pulls out the collar for the cat's inspection. He went with the velvet, a soft pink colour he thought Cameron would like.]

I'm good. I've been good. You?

☞ action // he's very srs bsns, idk why ;_;

[as_damaged]

Not bad.

[Better, now that the worst is over at work, and it's been a while since anything too psychotic has happened. And admittedly, she's somewhat relieved to see him in higher spirits, if disinclined to admit it. She disappears into the kitchen for a moment to get their promised moonbeams and mandrake-- at least, some kind of nut; and it's anyone's guess what arcane spices.]

[The cups are set on the coffee table, and she hovers for a moment, watching the cat, who has decided her jaw needs to be reacquainted with Chase's ankle.]

Hungry?

☞ action // askghs thank you for epic late tag, lj notifs

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[He raises an eyebrow at the offer, not starving but definitely not ready to look a gift horse in the mouth.]

I could eat. You know Eden cooks for House every night? Huge Irish stews or soups or something. I keep wondering if he thinks he got high and ordered a maid service.

[He scoops up his coffee cup, hand making a brief detour to rub between Gray's ears, and inhales suspiciously.]

Or a babysitter. We could eat out if you like.

☞ action // ffff it's partly my fault. *out all day buying mattress* ;_; /death

[as_damaged]

I doubt anyone could mistake Eden for a maid.

[She's disinclined to give any ground, and certainly she doesn't want him to think she's letting him take her out to eat. So that suggestion earns a little shrug. At least she's not kicking him out. Cue a counteroffer.]

I have stuff for sandwiches.

☞ action // but you'll sleep well?

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[The knockback bounces right off him today. There's a shrug, a nod and a smile.]

Sounds good.

[He hasn't even complained about the coffee, although it tastes like he's drinking concentrated hippie juice.]

She's had a rough time of it. Eden. I still don't get this thing with her and House.

☞ action // hee so i hope! |D wheneverrr it gets delivered...

[as_damaged]

I have no idea.

[Honestly, seeing House getting along with anyone (other than, say, Wilson,) is always a bit of a shock. Cameron heads back to the kitchen in search of food.]

I think he's amused by her. Why she puts up with him...

[She trails off, preoccupied with her task, though the tone implies her unseen shrug. After a moment she returns, platter full of sandwich stuff in hand. Placing it on the coffee table, she takes a seat, tends to her own cup.]

She likes working at the Clinic, I think. I guess that's part of it?

☞ action //

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Don't think it's that. My guess is she's looking for a father figure who'll only verbally shoot her down.

[Pot to kettle: you're black. That aside, Chase is impressed with Cameron's speed at hostess work, one step ahead of his intended offer of help. He puts himself together a selection of cold cuts and vegetables, the arrangement precise.]

I'm more interested in why he indulges it. Not like him to pet the dog.

[No this is not jealousy. Well, maybe a little.]

☞ action

[as_damaged]

[Quick enough that one might question how spontaneous her spontaneous offer was. She raises an eyebrow at Chase's speculation, setting her cup back down, leaning forward to make a sandwich of her own.]

He wouldn't, if he agreed with you.

[Not that she's any more certain than he is.]

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[Another shrug of his shoulders, a dismissive screwing up of his face and even that thought is let go. Bringing work home is inevitable in it's way. Bringing House home is a step too far. Especially on a good day. He stretches his legs out under the table, taking the chance to look around.]

I see you're still living with one empty room.

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[as_damaged]

I haven't seen a reason to change that.

[Chin lifted, there's a shade of familiar defiance for defiance's sake in her eyes.]

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[There's nothing challenging in the look returned, though there is, hidden carefully, a trace of concern. He looks away to disguise it better.]

You were willing to let me stay, there has to be somebody you could tolerate. Or you could make it into a study. It's weird, leaving a room bare.

☞ action

[as_damaged]

Why? It doesn't hurt anyone, not being in use.

[It's a matter of principle now, even if her logic is shaky. She knows it's unfair of her to be annoyed at his concern; but somehow the impracticality of living alone makes it more desirable, even if rationally it proves nothing, if there's nothing to prove.]

[At least he doesn't seem to have considered the possibility that she might enjoy his company. Perish the thought. Asking him to stay had been a stupid idea, anyway.]

I don't understand why it bothers you so much.

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It doesn't bother me, I just... think it's weird. Use it for something else if you're set on living alone. [He gestures with his quarter of a sandwich, eyes exaggeratedly wide at the idea that her solitude should be keeping him up at nights. It does quietly concern him that he might have made the wrong choice, leaving, but he couldn't have stayed on eggshells around her forever. Sometimes it feels like he's walked into the aftermath of a fight he doesn't remember starting.

There's that free apartment on the other side of his and Peter's, but the timing on mentioning that to her would suck, and he's afraid it would come across like pity.]

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[as_damaged]

[She tilts her head a bit at that; call it progress, at least he wasn't demanding she get a roommate, now. Even given the original, abandoned plans of finding someone to share space... Honestly, Cameron likes the second bedroom as it is. Undefined. An open possibility without direction. She could accommodate a roommate if she wanted; doesn't have to feel like she has to find one, as though something set is going to waste. Irrational. She's not going to try explaining that one.]

I couldn't find a one-bedroom.

[Which made sense, given the ticking-- why build apartments that didn't cater to multiple roommates? She pauses to consider what else could be done with the space, takes a bite of her sandwich.]

I don't need a study, and there wouldn't be much point in a guestroom, after all. It's not like people drop by from out of town.

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Someone dropping in unexpectedly? Here? Impossible.

[You know, unless you count him and half the rest of Princeton Plainsboro, as well as the regular stream of freaks from far off lands who seem to fall into the fountain on an almost daily basis. Chase raises a knowing (teasing) eyebrow, finishing off his mouthful.]

It's okay to admit your real motives. Hell, I wouldn't want to live with Foreman either.

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[as_damaged]

[She's chewing, but her eyes show the grin, and she laughs a little after she finishes the bite.]

Getting stuck here's a little different.

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Stuck here with Foreman.

[Chase is wearing an expression likening this to a fate worse than death as he drowns out the sandwich with more of her mysteriously hard to pinpoint yet definitely fruity flavoured coffee. Leans back and watches her a while.]

Are you missing it yet? Or is every day here still an adventure?

☞ action

[as_damaged]

Missing Foreman?

[She arches an eyebrow deviously at that, fingers curling around her cup.]

I can't help but feel that time here is time wasted. I'd like to get back to reality... but, there's not much to do to help that.

[She shrugs, looking down at nothing as she takes a sip of her coffee, not wanting to watch him watch her. Though she doesn't really mind it, and she's still faintly smiling.]

What about you?

[Do you still think you're dying? Of course he must. Sometimes she thinks he might be right, that maybe he's just some manifestation of her subconscious, trying to prod her back towards rationality.]