Owner	Pose
Scott Free	Scott Free has watched a fair bit of television while reading real estate listings, seeking a diverse and disparate place to live, where he and Barda could pass relatively unnoticed. He also has a pad where he has been making numerous notes in the scribbled hand he records in in English. He goes over the list of shows. Then immediately scratches out 'Everybody Loves Raymond.' The mother is too much like Granny Goodness -probably would upset Barda and the wife, "... did he marry a child or something similar?" Scratch scratch scratch. King of Queens is fine. Leave it to Beaver, he'd need a lot of pearls to fit around Barda's neck but it was doable. The Honeymooners... why did she not slap Ralph in the head? Then, Breaking Bad. That took some time to process. It did provide insight into the criminal world. It was far less formulaic than the other shows. He peruses the notes as he hears Barda's key in the door. Mother Box verifies it is the Apokoliptian! "Barda, I'm glad you are home. I have conducted more research and we need to step up our game at being hyoo-man." He has a grin. Heloves keyholing ideas to her.
Big Barda	Big Barda had a pretty good day at work, actually. Although she works at a construction site she dresses in cut-off jeans, a pink, cropped top and comfortable cross-trainers. She is certainly dirty enough to have been on a construction site all day, although she doesn't look the least bit tired for it. "Hi Scott." She knows, from watching television, that this is the part of the day when she is supposed to complain about her day, her boss, the weather, or something. Except it was a really good day; no one died. "Work was very agreeable today, without anything remarkable happening." Of course she doesn't count catching a steel girder that slipped out of its crane harness when the wind caught it. "Let me wash my hands while you tell me about it." She thought they were doing just fine as far as 'playing human' goes. Other than the 'not attracting attention' part.
Scott Free	Scott Free follows Barda into the bathroom. He sits on the toilet tank, feet on the closed seat to be more on her eye level. Yes, this woman could attract attention wearing arctic weather gear. He refers to his notes as she cleans up. "Those pranksters weren't dropping bricks on you again, were they? Fun is fun, but I don't want us paying for broken bricks." "Ahem I have analyzed the interaction of married and courting couples. It seems that like us, the male of the species is far less attractive than the female and lacks common sense. We nailed that. But we... " He pauses, grabs a washcloth and dabs at a smudge on her face. Then smiles and refers to his notes again. "PDAs or public displays of affection. We do not do these. They are simple, meaningless gestures. I'm sorry but they require personal contact, holding hands, an arm around the shoulder or waist. I'm not proposing rampant osculation here. We don't have to go native! But we need to show feeling for each other." He awaits the reaction, prepared to hurl his notes at her and flee her possible wrath.
Big Barda	Big Barda turns the water on, washing all the way up as far as her short sleeves will allow. "Nothing like that, no. A crane dropped a steel girder, however. I made sure that it wasn't damaged and no one was hurt." Yes, Barda learned how fragile the steel beams and concrete blocks really are, at least in her terms. He starts in with his analysis and she lifts a brow at the female lacking common sense. These are humans, after all. She pauses when he dabs at her cheek, considering him for a moment as she processes all of this. "So you are -not- suggesting that we copulate in public? I don't wish to frighten the humans." Ahem. "Holding hands, an arm around the shoulder..." Barda starts drying her arms, looking thoughtful as she folds and rehangs the towel. "Tell me, Scott, what is the source of this revelation?"
Scott Free	Scott Free says proudly, "Netflix! Also I performed at a High School Prom! No, I do not advocate copulation. I understand this is frowned upon, except during the Mardi Gras event in New Orleans. I have made a statistical analysis of PDAs. We are lacking in them. It's simple enough. We hold hands. We stay close. Here." Scott hops off the tank and puts an arm around Barda. Though not all the way. "I hope this is not disagreeable to you. this is a nice top you chose today." "Then there is dancing... I think I need your help on that. It seems like close order drilling."
Big Barda	Big Barda looks down at him with that arm around her waist. A moment's hesitation, then she eases her arm around his shoulder and pulls him close. "I'm glad you find the top to your liking, although I wore it because it allows freedom of movement." Barda frowns for a moment when he mentions dancing. "I'm not familiar with the details of this ritual, although I have heard about it. Is this something you saw at the High School Prom? Perhaps we can learn more on Netflix?" With a playlist like 'Footloose', 'Dirty Dancing', the Fred Astaire/Ginger Rogers collection, and a long line of concert videos, what could go wrong?
Scott Free	Scott Free smiles up at her. "This exercise is less difficult than I expected. I have recorded a program that may aid us: Dancing with the Stars. Stars are popular people. If we follow their moves we can be popular as well!" He breaks contact but after a moment stiffly takes her by the hand and leads her to the couch. He pats the spot next to him and finds the recording he wants. "This involves the man lifting the woman a lot... "
Big Barda	Big Barda's grip is firm, but she knows how (relative to her) breakable Scott can be. She walks to the couch with him and settles heavily. "The man lifting the woman...? It would be easier if I were to lift you." she replies. "But I am open to watching this Star Dancing."
Scott Free	Scott Free slides down and against Barda as she sinks into the couch and the couch sinks a bit to her side. "I'm not exactly a weakling, you know? My physical strength is equal to lifting you. I just concentrate on agility and... other things. Perhaps we should... snuddle? Cuggle... cuddle, that's it as we watch." He gestures vaguely with the remote. "I've seen the neighbors do this."
Big Barda	Big Barda shifts as Scott leans against her, and slips her arm around his shoulder. "This feels very natural." she declares, pulling him in close... somewhat forcefully. "I am learning something called 'teasing' or 'bullshitting' at work." she declares. "And I am not questioning your strength, only stating what is logical." She turns to look down at him, then. "Would you prefer that I had no common sense or logic?"
Scott Free	Scott Free kind of has a face full of Barda from being snuggled. He adjusts his position, honestly preferring not to escape for once. He doesn't like to speak with his mouth full let's say, "Common sen... oh! The husbands were the ones with the common sense or knowledge. And lacking emotional maturity! I would never tell you to infantilize yourself. You are a shrewd and relentless warrior, no hiding that. You are unexpectedly good at this cuddling though. Is this from hand to hand combat training? I'm the one with little common sense. My escape proved that except, it worked! Thanks in part to you. I am glad we didn't have to fight..." Scott gets up on his knees to look Barda in the eyes again, though he stays in her embrace. "I never told you this, but I was always admired your grooming and hygiene, even leading the Furies. They were disgusting, but there you were in your armor, highly polished, not a hair out of place. It was unnerving, and thrilling."
Big Barda	Big Barda just casually pulls him over to sit crossways on her lap, keeping one arm behind his back. "And I would never ask for you to lose your emotional maturity. You have an intuition that would put most rulers to shame, and you always know how and when to say just the right thing." She kisses him, then. Not a practice-PDA-kiss, and not something that they would ever share in front of the humans. A hot, deep, sensuous, intense kiss that would be sung about through the ages, were there anyone to witness the event. Movie night is going to have to wait, it seems.