Everything Had Changed (-Matthew/Plot-)

[Amelia Raven Blake]

For the first time in a long while, Amelia awoke in the morning with a smile on her face. For the first time in a long while, she'd slept soundly without a reliving of a certain memory. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Amelia actually wanted to wake up, she wanted to escape from the home she'd isolated herself in for so long. Why? A man named Matthew Reid. She'd been closing her eyes instead of opening them but he'd done it for her. He'd shown her a whole new way of thinking, and that there was a world without John Blake.

She dressed quickly that morning, slipping on a short sleeved blouse and knee-length shorts. She brushed her hair and went down stairs to eat before returning to her bedroom and grabbing her keys, phone and purse. William was in school and she was going to pick up Matthew on his way to Arkham, where he worked.

She drove from her home and navigated through Gotham, glancing at the GCPD station, she found herself wondering if Jim would allow her to join again, she was done trying to end her life after all, in fact she didn't know why she'd even want to end it anymore.

She parked the car at the address, slipping out and locking it. She smiled faintly to herself as she went to the door, rapping her knuckles on the wooden door, glancing slightly at the watch on her right wrist. Eight-thirty, just in time. She smiled, removing her hand from the door to wait, a slight breeze ruffling her golden hair.

[Matthew Reid]

When the alarm went off that morning, Matthew had no idea that roughly half an hour later he would be running through his flat in a panic as The Magical World of Harry Potter played, letting the music from the first three films drift through his apartment. In fact, he thought that he had an hour to get ready, so he's slouched out of bed with as much enthusiasm as a funeral march and wandered his way through ten minutes of the morning... Until his phone went off. It was Penny, wanting to know if Matthew could come in earlier than he was supposed to so that he could hand in one of the files Matthew had taken home to finish writing notes about the night before pre-session today. Matthew had, probably stupidly, agreed. After having breakfast and getting dressed, Matthew had begun to pick up everything he'd need and was therefore running (uh... Galloping?) through his flat from the living room, through the hallway and into his bedroom to pick up the file because Matthew was sure that, despite how unlikely it was, the entire thought would slip his mind and he wouldn't remember until it was too late to go back to it.

Just as he stepped into his bedroom to look for the file, there was a knock on the door. He paused, pulled a face of uncertainty and looked out of the doorway to the front door before looking back at his room and sighing. Jogging to the front door, and reminding himself a little bit of a baby giraffe, Matthew opened it and smiled as he caught a glance of who it was.

"Morning! Gimme a minute. Need to grab something..." He stated, galloping back to his room to look for the file. "Feel free to come in!" He called out while trying to find the file. He hadn't seen it that morning and was therefore now pulling the duvet cover off of his bed to try finding it. Chewing on his bottom lip as he realised he'd actually lost a patient file, Matthew began almost literally pulling his room apart to find the damnable thing. It wasn't on the bed. It wasn't under the bed. It wasn't on the bedside table... Maybe it was on the shelf under the top of the bedside table? Where had he put it the night before? Coffee table! Why had he been certain that it was on the bed?

At least it was kind of organised chaos... Okay, not really. He liked to think it was but no one else would probably believe it... Best not to mention it aloud, though.

Matthew ran into the living room with his head down now, really not wanting to know what Amelia was thinking and very glad he couldn't find out. That would be a lot more embarrassing than even Matthew could probably handle and he was usually pretty good with embarrassing... Well, he was used to it... Maybe not good with it but it certainly wasn't uncommon through Matthew's life... Picking the file up, Matthew couldn't help smiling before he ungracefully tripped over the cable that went from the nearest plug socket to the CD player. Stumbling, Matthew grabbed the arm of the sofa to not fall flat on his face before looking around and biting his lip as his gaze fell on the CD player. Well, there went any dignity he had that morning. He quickly moved to turn it off as The Patronus Light began playing and turned back to the sofa to pick his bag up from the floor. Coat. A coat would be good. Or not... Maybe the brown woolen jacket would be enough... Well, that along with the lighter brown woolen jumper... Yeah, it would probably be enough to keep him warm.

Pausing for a moment, Matthew frowned. What was Amelia doing here? More importantly, why had that only just occured to him? Not that he wasn't happy she was here, but it seemed a bit odd... He moved to where she was with a frown.

"Why're you here?" He asked before the frown fell from his face. "N-Not trying to be... Um... Blunt..." He tried, though had decided pretty quickly after he finished talking that it had been a rather big failure of communication. Oh well, at least the question had come out unhindered...


((Notes: OUTFIT plus cream Converses. He looks like a chipmunk in that picture... 731 words. Edit: Him running because I LOVE THAT BIT SO MUCH.))

[Amelia Raven Blake]

Amelia arched a brow at his hurried response, watching as he galloped back to his room, she held in a snicker. "Coming in!" she called after him, "have you ever realized you uh...you gallop? It's quite an interesting sight, do you do this often?", she called after him once more, teasing evident in her voice and a glint catching her eyes, stepping into the foyer, closing the door behind her, listening to the music. She smiled, she should have known it would be playing. This was Matthew Reid's home. And he was just a bit obsessed with the books (and movies for that matter) of Harry Potter and she knew for a fact that while he obsessed over loving Harry Potter he obsessed over despising Twilight.

It was only then that she realized, as she watched him hurry around the house, he had misplaced something. She arched a disbelieving brow. "Matthew Reid has misplaced something?" she asked in shock, but grinned when she caught sight of the file in his hands. "Ah, but he found it before destroying his house," she scrunched her noise, glancing around, "..destroy is the wrong word isn't it? You aren't capable of destroying - I envy your gift - when you're looking for something. Good God how are you always so organized!?" She looked at him, her blue eyes sparkling.

She watched him as he clicked off the CD player and then as the frown settled across his features. She cocked her head in confusion. Then she heard his question as he looked at her. She shrugged. She wasn't offended, not even in the slightest, it was a good question. Perhaps she should have called earlier...or the night before. "I have no job," she muttered, "car pool?" She suggested with another shrug, holding up her keys. "But if you...uhm, if you don't want me to, I can uhm...I can go...." she gestured towards the door, looking at him.

"It was kind of rude to just swing on over, yeah it was...I"m sorry..." she frowned slightly, biting her lip. She glanced at him, sighing a bit. "I can come back later or something..." she was slightly turned towards him and slightly towards the door, her hand poised on the knob, the two wedding bands glittering faintly in the light of the sun on her necklace, the other hidden beneath her shirt. She allowed a faint smile towards him, but didn't move from her position.

(notes = ah dear, I snickered...)

[Matthew Reid]

Matthew laughed a little at her question of whether or not he realised that he galloped and nodded, though he knew she probably couldn't see it at this point given that he was in his bedroom.

"I actually have. My friend in high school said I looked like a baby giraffe while we were playing baseball..." He answered, twitching his nose softly as he remembered that he'd started to forge parent letters after that lesson so that he wouldn't have to do PE ever again. That had been difficult... Forging letters, that is. Matthew's handwriting was more of a scribble while a parent's was more clear... It was a good thing Matthew could fake handwriting, really, and had been able to for a while. He may not be able to lie, but he certainly could hold back the truth.

He didn't hear her comment about him finding it before destroying his house, but did hear the questions. He looked at her with a questioning expression. Destroying? What? Oh, organised. That was funny. Really funny. Did she mean to be funny with that one?

"Organised? You're funny..." He practically drawled, an amused expression planted on his features. "No, I couldn't destroy my flat. I'm too weak..." He looked at one of his arms and, with the file in hand, poked at his bicep gently. "All floppy..." He commented rather happily, not at all unhappy about the fact that he had very little arm muscle... Or rather, he had toneless arm muscle. Matthew had never really wanted to be particularly muscly, either. Aside from the fact that it was generally highly impractical given his job, it was almost more likely to intimidate people than being as thin as a stick was...

At her answer as to what she was doing there, Matthew paused before realisation came over his face. Well, that worked. He pushed up his glasses as she continued to speak. Shaking his head, Matthew moved to put the file in his bag. Best not forget that after the mess he'd caused in his room just trying to find it...

"Not at all." He said cheerfully before he frowned then pulled a face. "I didn't mean..." He took a deep breath and tried again. "A carpool would be nice. Thank you." He said, blushing a little before his eyes widened. "Penny's book! Oh damn it where is it?" He asked himself, looking around. One of the receptionists at Arkham had lent him a book the day before last and though Matthew had finished it the day before, he hadn't been able to give it back to her because it had been her day off and this was the first chance he had to give it back. Seeing it on the window sill, Matthew made a sort of mad dash towards it and succeeded in becoming the most unco-ordinated person ever by tripping on the cable, again, and accidentally causing the three year old CD player to fly off of the coffee table and onto the floor.

Cursing softly once he'd stopped stumbling from the trip, Matthew sighed and waved a hand at it dismissively. Whatever. it couldn't get any lower... He grabbed the book from the window sill and put it in his bag before walking around the other side of the coffee table, where there was nothing to trip over, and smiled.

"And in answer to your question earlier as to whether or not I do 'this' often... Depending on what that was about, I either do it every single morning or not very often." He paused while thinking. "I gallop every day. That-" He pointed to the CD player. "-doesn't learn to fly every day, though. You've witnessed its first flying lesson." He joked, smiling at her and nodding before thinking. Was there anything else before he left? He really ought to pick that CD player up... But if he did then the chances were that he'd trip over the cable again somehow... Nope. He felt bad about it now...

Shuffling back over to the CD player as it lay on the floor, Matthew put it back on the coffee table and nodded before remembering that Amelia was there and looking at her.

"Say nothing about that. Ever." He requested, blushing a little more.


((Notes: Can I say 'baby giraffe on ice' yet?))

[Amelia Raven Blake]

Amelia grinned at his laugh, laughing softly along with it. She twirled a strand of hair absently around her finger, not seeing his nod and waiting for some kind of response. Her blue eyes flickered around what she could see of the flat, as she smiled faintly.

She laughed. "You're the only person that I know who's best friend told them they looked like a baby giraffe when they're running," she grinned. "That's a good thing, too." She had added that last bit just so that he didn't ask, she had a feeling he would. "Were you good at it?" she asked, glancing at a picture on a table. It was a picture of a younger looking Matthew, a woman with red hair that she'd seen around Matthew and another woman that Amelia didn't know. "Baseball, I mean," she added, picking up the picture carefully. She didn't know if she should ask, so she carefully set it back down.

She cocked her head slightly when she caught the confusion in his eyes. She opened her mouth to clearify but he beat her to it and a smirk molded onto her face when she realized he hadn't heard the first part of her sentence. She smiled faintly at him.

She grinned at him. "I know I'm funny, 'bout time you admitted it," she smirked than but than 'pffted' slightly to his next comment. "It's true!" she protested, "If I was looking for something in my house it would look like a tornado went through...with you...you sort of tear stuff up but it still somehow looks organized." She laughed at his comment about himself being 'all floppy'. Her blue eyes sparkled as she laughed. She shook her head in wonder, chuckling. "You're the only man I know," she said compassionately. "that would describe himself as 'floppy' in a cheerful voice." A smile stretched her features, as she regarded him with shining eyes.


"You're very welcome," she replied happily, moving slightly away from the door and arching a brow at his outburst. Amelia watched him make a dash for it and covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her snickers, turning them into muted coughs to disguise them. She cast her eyes to the ground, trying hard not to laugh. She turned away, hiding her mouth in her hands and laughing into them. Through her snickers she managed to ask, "Are you and the CD player okay?" She grinned slightly, snickering again.

She watched him take the safer route around the table so he wouldn't trip over something. She smirked, eyes flickering to the fallen CD player, stifling another snicker. She smiled at him, eyes glittering.

She laughed as he told her that he 'gallops ever day'. "Then why was today my first encounter with the galloping?" she asked teasingly, the sun catching in her orbs of sapphire blue as she grinned at him. She laughed again as he told her that the CD player didn't learn to fly every day and that she'd witnessed its first flying lesson. "Next time tell me when it's going to take off so I can cheer it on, that's probably why it crashed, no one was cheering for it," she snickered, glancing at the CD player where it lay on the floor.

Amelia giggled softly. "Scout's honor," she promised, making no sense (as usual) considering she'd never been a girl scout and frankly had never felt the want to be one. That not wanting could have been due to the fact that she'd been left to survive in the streets for most of her childhood.

[Matthew Reid]

At her laugh, Matthew found himself giggling a little. It was possibly the most suiting noise for him ever, though he did try to stop himself from giggling for he simple fact that there was nothing he ought to be laughing at. Laughing at laughs was probably not normal... Or it was exceedingly normal and he was being strange for trying to stop it. Eh, who knew? When she said that he was the only person she knew who'd been compared to a baby giraffe while running, Matthew laughed a little. He couldn't help it. It just seemed so surreal when she said it. He had been about to ask if it was a good thing or not when she added the next bit and he giggled again.

"I'm glad you think so." He said loudly, grinning to himself. Okay, having her tell him it was a good thing may have boosted his ego just a little bit. He didn't say anything about that, though, and instead listened to her question. Was he good at what? Baseball? As she clarified that she had meant baseball, Matthew gave a hint of a nod of understanding.

"Not really..." He answered, frowning to himself while looking at his body. Did he look like someone who was good at baseball or physical activities in general? If there was one thing that Matthew was not, it was a sporty individual. "Do I seem like I would have been?" He asked, genuinely confused now. Ryan had always said that Matthew belonged in a classroom or library and not on a sports field - which Matthew had whole-heartedly agreed with - but maybe that had changed?

No. That was possibly impossible. Well, probably not impossible but exceedingly unlikely... Just as it was exceedingly unlikely that Gotham would become a desert tomorrow. Actually, unless something extremely unnatural happened to cause it, that was impossible... Bad example.

Matthew nodded with an amused smile as she told him that she knew she was funny and that it was about time he admitted it.

"Oh, definitely. I... Completely admit it." He nodded with perhaps a slither of sarcasm perched on his words. His lips were still curved into the smile, though. As talked about what would happen if she'd lost something, Matthew couldn't help laughing softly. "But you're tiny!" He protested, frowning a little while grinning softly. "I mean... Um... Not... Not tiny..." He tried to cover what he'd said, though found himself drawing a blank. "I just mean... Um..." He paused for a moment to think before grinning at her. "Smaller than me." His grin disappeared. "That was a failure of a cover..." He mumbled to himself before biting the inside of his bottom lip gently.

As she told him that he was the only man she knew who would describe himself as 'floppy' and be cheerful about it, Matthew gave a hint of laughter.

"Am I the only person you know? 'Cause you keep saying that and I just... I just have to wonder." He said, with an almost teasing tone. He smiled, his expression taking on a little hint of knowing something until he messed up the thanks. His smile came back, grateful this time, as she told him that he was 'very welcome'. At least she wasn't going to tease him about that...

Matthew nodded in answer to her question, though didn't really notice her snickers at first. When he did, he frowned a little in questioning as he walked around the coffee table. What was funny? He didn't understand why she was snickering... His answer to her previous question had, fortunately, distracted him from wondering why she was laughing... Well... Mostly. A small voice at the back of his mind was telling him that she was laughing at him but her question about his galloping shut it up.

"Because I've never run in front of you before...?" He almost asked, uncertain as to whether that was the truth or not. He thought it was, and couldn't remember having run in front of her before, but it was possible that he hadn't seen her while running one time... Granted, he didn't exactly run often, and not just because he tended to gallop rather than run, but also because he ran mostly when he had to be somewhere quickly, but he still had to wonder. His gaze turned to her, though not to her eyes, as she joked about the CD player. Matthew laughed softly and nodded. "I'll ask it for a schedule tonight." He joked sarcastically, almost smirking if that were possible for Matthew. It probably was, but merely rare.

Matthew nodded softly at her 'Scout's honor'. Was she even in the Scouts? He couldn't remember having ever asked. Once he'd picked the CD player up, he considered asking and decided to. What harm could it do?

"Were you even in the Scouts?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her questioningly. Coming to think of it, Matthew realised that he hadn't really asked her that much about her life. Well, if she wanted to tell him then she could. He wasn't going to push her into telling him anything. That was just illogical...

[Amelia Raven Blake]

Amelia grinned when her sharp ears picked up the slight giggle that exited Matthew's mouth. She found herself chuckling softly at the sound, though tried to hold it back. She smiled to herself when she heard it again. She played with the rings on her necklaces, grinning to herself. She couldn't help loving the time she spent with Matthew. He was one of the only people who really seemed to make her happy now a days. But then, she had become quite a bit more like herself since she'd run into him that cold winter night. She thanked god every day for that night. She didn't know what she would have done if she hadn't met him. Her fingers went slightly to the scar on her neck. She wondered if she would have tried that again if she hadn't run into Matthew...

His next words cut through her thoughts, she was grateful for the release from such thoughts. She didn't want to think about that horrible mistake that she'd made the day she placed the sharp steel point of the knife against her skin. William had walked in on her trying to kill herself...she had been ashamed about that every day since and often called herself weak. That's what she believed she was. John wasn't there to tell her differently. His words kept her from dwelling on that much. A faint smiled slithered onto her face when she heard his reply. "Me too," she agreed with a grin to herself.

Amelia shrugged faintly. "Well, you never know," the shrug came through her words, "I don't exactly know what someone who is good at baseball looks at...I uh..." she paused, frowning, "I didn't have the most ... uhm... normal...of childhoods...kinda dark..." She said nothing more, just let her words fade off into a black hole.There were a few things that Amelia often trailed off when talking out. John. Her parents. Her childhood. Her relatives. She didn't really enjoy bringing them to mind, they ruined her usual optimistic behavior and good nature with sadness and anger.

Once again, Matthew's words kept her from straying too far away from reality and into the dark reverie of her mind. She laughed softly. "That's good, it's good to admit when someone's funny," she smiled, her eyes shining gently. She heard his laugh and smirked slightly. She laughed at his reply. "Of course, I'm tiny!" she giggled, "you're like, pfft eight foot and I'm like three!" Sarcasm layered thickly across her words, she wasn't insulted at the least. "Being tall is a good thing, John was taller than me, so was my father. A lot of people are taller than me. And that's perfectly fine." She grinned, content being short.

Amelia chuckled. "Oh, you just might be, considering you're the only person I've seen other than William in a while...well that is out of the people I know, random strangers on the sidewalks don't count." She smiled at him, she wasn't going to tease him about that, she had better things to tease him about and his messed up 'thanks' was hardly worth teasing him about...also considering the fact she had it just a little bit cute...

The blonde nodded, "That's very true. At least I think it is...." she shrugged, "pretty sure it is." A graceful smile curved her lips. She didn't think she would have forgotten it if he had galloped in front of her before. Plus, it would have been prime teasing so she was pretty sure that she hadn't seen him run until that very morning. It had probably just made her day. Or hour. He would probably say something else that would make her day. She noticed that he didn't meet her eyes when he looked at her and in a way in reminded her of herself with Sullivan. She had hardly ever met his eyes, afraid of what she would see there. She laughed at his comment about the CD player. "That's a good idea, then maybe it'll fly for real," she nodded jokingly, giving the CD player a look, a smirk on her face.

Amelia chuckled at his question. "Nope," her voice chirped cheerfully. Her cheeks colored instantly at the sound of her chirping voice. An embarrassed smile crossed her face, and she turned her eyes to the ground. She gave a little embarrassed cough. "That stays right here in this house, no where else will that be mentioned...'cause uh...that's just... embarrassing...yeah...just...just a bit..." Her cheeks were still flushed with the redness of embarrassment.

[Matthew Reid]

Matthew couldn't help the slight feeling that he'd asked the wrong question when she stated that she hadn't had the most normal of childhoods. To point out that normal was relative or not? Yes! It was the best thing to say. Okay, probably not, but still..

"But normal's relative... Someone might consider your childhood completely normal compared to what was normal for them..." He trailed off before he spoke about admitting that she was funny. He nodded along with her reply, because it was completely logical, before the conversation continued after his laugh. At least she hadn't been insulted by him calling her tiny...

Wait, eight foot?

Frowning in confusion, Matthew shook his head somewhat distractedly, unable to understand where 'eight foot' had come from. He was only six foot one! She continued to talk and Matthew laughed a little while nodding again.

"I'm only six foot one..." He almost mumbled, having probably missed the sarcasm. A thought struck him and he fought back a grin at the thought and waited until she'd finished before speaking. "That happens when you're part hobbit..."

The grin wormed its way onto his face gently as he spoke. When he joked about him being the only person she knew, he wasn't expecting her to agree... Wait, why didn't strangers count?

"Why don't strangers count?" He asked, eyebrows raised in questioning with a hint of curiosity perched on his words. He couldn't help asking that question. It just struck him as an odd thing to stay... He had only meant people she knew by name, though...

Matthew nodded with a grin at her next words. It was likely to be true... Okay, if neither of them could remember it happening then it was true and Matthew was right... Amelia wouldn't even be able to argue with it either... That would be peaceful.

At her reply to his comment about getting a schedual, Matthew chuckled softly though blushing a little and nodded.

"Why wouldn't it? It would have you cheering it on." He said before he could stop himself, blushed a little bit more and looked at the ground. His head was bowed to hide his face before he asked his question. At her voice, Matthew looked at her in surprise and frowned with a small grin. "Won't mention it to anyone..." He promised before glancing at his watch. His eyes widened with realisation when he realised he was going to be late if he - um, they - didn't leave now.

"We should get moving... Gonna be late otherwise and that's bad..." He trailed off before looking at her momentarily. He averted his gaze to his bag to check he had everything and nodded to himself, hoping that his blush was dying down by now. He doubted it but it was possible...

[Amelia Raven Blake]

Amelia didn't really mind speaking about her childhood, for some reason it didn't affect her now as it once had. She was grateful for that. Despite not knowing the reason behind her sudden comfortableness on the subject. Maybe it was Matthew...yeah...sure...let's just say it was Matthew.

"Your logic is always so hard to argue with," she said thoughtfully, with a hint of teasing in it. When she could have usually easily come up with something that could deflect a reply she was unable. "Why are you so logical?" She asked, cocking her head, watching him from sapphire eyes.

She arched a brow when she saw him shake his head in confusion. She tilted her head, regarding him with a somewhat confused gaze. Then she heard his reply and gently let out a small laugh.

She nodded to his words. "I know that. It was a hyperbole and sarcasm." She smiled at him. She grinned at his next words, and she laughed softly. "You never know, I might actually be part hobbit," she joked in response, grinning.

She continued to watch his reaction to her words, smirking only slightly. At his next question. She thought for a moment. Well he had asked if he was the only person she 'knew' and she didn't know random strangers. She thought that was a pretty good explanation. Right?

"Well," Amelia said, "you asked if you were the only person I knew, so strangers don't count because I don't know them." She smiled at him. "I'm weird, but I can be logical when the situation calls for it," she joked, grinning at him.

Amelia couldn't help but smile at his next comment. "Well I'm glad I'm loved by a CD player," she grinned jokingly, her eyes flickering momentarily to the CD player and then back to Matthew as he promised. "Thanks." She smiled at him. She trusted that he wouldn't. She knew that he wouldn't. Because Matthew was a good person. She on the other hand wasn't as good as she would have liked to be. She watched his eyes widen. She already knew what he was going to say next.

"On we go, so you are not late, because that would be very bad," she shot him a grin and then went to the door, opening it and going to start the car. She slid into the driver's seat easily, shoving the key into the ignition and waited for him.

[Matthew Reid]

As she told him that his logic was so hard to argue with, Matthew smiled proudly. That was because it was logic. It was pretty much impossible to argue with logic, after all. Well... Impossible to argue with and win, anyway. Not that people hadn't tried... At her question as to why he was so logical, Matthew couldn't help the laughter that escaped him.

"Because then people can't win arguments against me." Matthew joked. Well, that was as good of an answer as any. "I don't know!" He said after a moment, silently wondering why she'd think he would know. "But it does make things a lot easier." He said, nodding knowingly. He wasn't even going to try explaining how being logical and rational helped with emotional business. Or, rather, helped avoid emotional business. That would take too long and would probably also confuse Matthew. He didn't even know why or how he managed it half the time...

Then the conversation continued and he managed to completely miss sarcasm... And a hyperbole. Why did people have to use those? They were... Confusing. Sarcasm he understood. Hell, even Matthew used sarcasm sometimes, but hyperboles he certainly did not understand the need for. They didn't make sense... He frowned somewhat as she told him that it had been a hyperbole and sarcasm and pursed his lips momentarily.

"Oh." He said simply before nodding as though that made perfect sense. It didn't to him, but that was beside the point. After his joke about her being part hobbit, though, the thought of how ridiculous hyperboles were was pushed from his mind... Or, whatever his version of things being pushed from his thoughts was. It was probably still lurking but not an active thought. That sounded more likely. Lips pulling into a grin at her words, though, Matthew nodded. "I don't doubt it."

Nodding along with her answer to his question, Matthew seemed to go blank momentarily before nodding again.

"You know them by title." He smiled before she joked that she could be logical. His eyebrow rose again. "Of course." He replied, sounding a lot like he didn't believe her. It was a joke, though, he did believe her.

At her comment about being glad that she was loved by a CD player, and no mention of his blush, Matthew nodded with a small smile. He was too relieved for her to have not mentioned the blush to do anything except smile and nod. This was also for fear of saying something else which would no doubt cause embarrassment... With another nod to her 'thanks', his smile remained for a few moments before he looked at his watch and the small panic of 'going to be late to get to work in an asylum which has possibly the worst security in the country' began. Why that was a bad thing actually escaped Matthew for a moment, especially because he was certain half the time that the patients would get free of their cells and murder the entire staff body, but then he remembered that he needed to go to work in order to get money and despite how much he disliked it, the human race was actually dependent on little scraps of paper with numbers on and small metal discs which also held numbers and engraved details.

And people killed for those same scraps of paper and metal discs. That was unfortunate.

With a small, amused smile at her words, Matthew followed her until he remembered something he had to get from his bedroom. Upon getting it, he jogged (galloped) out of the flat, shut and locked the door and then jogged (galloped) to her car.

"Sorry," He began while getting in. "had to get a..." He made a vague action with his hand which was somewhere between an indication towards his bag and a wave once he'd done up the seat belt. "Thing."

Descriptive, Matthew. Very descriptive. Next he'd call something a 'whatdimacallit'...

((Notes: Sorry this took so long! Matthew muse REFUSED to work for this thread so I threatened him. ^_^ Hope this is okay, though.))

[Amelia Raven Blake]

Amelia smiled at his laughter and the joke that followed. "That's a good enough answer," she smiled and nodded at his next words. Of course it made things a lot easier. Logic couldn't be argued against, well it could, but there was no point in arguing over it.

She smiled at his 'oh', holding in a giggle. She gave a little cough to hide it, smiling at him. A small laugh escaped her mouth when he said that he didn't doubt her being part hobbit. "I'm just glad I got the shortness of the hobbits and not the extremely hairy legs...'cause that would have been extremely unattractive..." Her face twisted in a small frown before she looked at him and smiled.

Amelia nodded faintly, holding in another giggle at the seemingly blank look that came across his face for a moment. She pulled herself together quickly and smirked at his answer. "It's rare," she admitted, "but it does happen." She smiled at him.

Amelia glanced back when he left her side, smirking a bit, before getting in the car. She was holding in giggles at his gallop back to her car. When he was sitting beside her again, she glanced at him, smiling. "A thing?" she arched a brow, laughing softly and backing out of the driveway, looking over the seat to make sure she didn't hit anything. "Thank you, for that description, Matthew," she shot him a playful smile, her voice joking.


(THIS IS SHORT AND IT SUCKS BUT TIS A REPLY!!)