“Not when I’m caught in places that I’m not allowed to be in.” She smiles back at him, unsure if he’s just trying to put on a brave face for her. He’s a mess.
Their coffee comes and Lois unloads at least 5 packets of sugar into hers.
“Yeah, that’ll do it. I remember when I used to be able to sleep on a floor with no problems. Now? My back will be messed up for days. Getting older is great.”
“Nah, this is perfect,” she says before taking a sip. No creamer. Just black coffee and a lot of sugar.
Lois smirks at him. “You know what ‘chicks’ hate more than being asked their age? Being referred to as ‘chicks’.” She takes another sip. “I already told you though. 35.”
Richard snorts and rolls his eyes, "Sorry. Chicks, girls, women, dames, ladies, female presenting human beings. Whatever."
"And I'm sure you did but my brain is barely working." He says and takes a long sip of his black coffee. "I barely remember my own fucking age right now."
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Date: 2026-01-11 12:28 pm (UTC)Their coffee comes and Lois unloads at least 5 packets of sugar into hers.
“Yeah, that’ll do it. I remember when I used to be able to sleep on a floor with no problems. Now? My back will be messed up for days. Getting older is great.”
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Date: 2026-01-11 06:18 pm (UTC)It's a little joke which means he must not be feeling like total death, although really it would take him dying to not make jokes.
"I know chicks hate this question, but how old are you?"
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Date: 2026-01-12 01:19 am (UTC)Lois smirks at him. “You know what ‘chicks’ hate more than being asked their age? Being referred to as ‘chicks’.” She takes another sip. “I already told you though. 35.”
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Date: 2026-01-12 09:19 am (UTC)"And I'm sure you did but my brain is barely working." He says and takes a long sip of his black coffee. "I barely remember my own fucking age right now."