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[manipulative]

[ katherine's unsure. she tugs on her towel where it's tucked in and wrapped around her, and she ensures not to look at him. ]

Thank you.

[ the words are quiet and feel very weird coming from her, but she lets herself say it and moves on by walking to the bed and sitting down on the edge. ]

We should've gotten a room with an actual table.

[prescind]

We can make due.

( he spreads out the food a little more on the bed and then gives her a glass that he'd picked up on the way. drinking wine out of plastic cups isn't very elegant but it'll do. )

Wine?

( he holds up the bottle. )

[manipulative]

[ she nods. briefly, she thinks she'll have to moderate her intake of wine… and then she decides to fuck it. she's human, she's lonely, and she feels like she's wearing the wrong skin. if she ends up drunk, she ends up drunk. it won't be the worst thing in the world.

biting her lip for a moment, she brushes her wet hair over her bare shoulder and picks up a sandwich, ignoring her salad and bites into her. ]

Sandwich is nice. I'm surprised you know how to pick them.

[ it's a gentle tease. she wants to feel like herself again. ]

[prescind]

You've always had such faith in me, Katherine.

( he chuckles lightly, picking his own sandwich up and taking a bite. )

You're lucky I didn't put horseradish on yours just for that. Even if I didn't know you were going to say that.

[manipulative]

[ she peers at her sandwich as if he's actually done that, but after wrinkling her nose, she takes a bite out of it. ]

So…

[ she glances at him and then at the spread of food he's laid out for them. she brushes her fingers against her bare collarbones. ]

What do you do these days? Still brood and journal?

[ this is her attempt at small talk. ]

[prescind]

Yes, that's all I do.

( his fingers catch on the sight of her fingers against her skin and then looks away. )

I give my attention to what might need it. ( he shrugs. ) I help out where I can, I do odd jobs to keep busy, I read.

( and yes, he writes in journals. )

[manipulative]

[ sounds like stefan's life hasn't changed at all. katherine envies him for that.

brushing her fingers against the bowl on her thighs, she finishes her sandwich and eyes the salad. ]

Did you bring your diary?

[ she may be human, but she's still smooth. ]

[prescind]

No.

( that actually makes him laugh and he rubs a hand against the back of his neck. )

I didn't exactly have a lot of time to pack so the journals got left back at the boarding house.

( he smirks up at her. )

Sorry.

[manipulative]

[ she sighs, disappointed. ]

I was hoping for something good to read.

[ she highly doubts she'd make any appearances in it that were favourable, but she had enjoyed reading his diary when she had access to it. a nice look into stefan to know she still has him pegged right.

she picks at her salad and eyes him for a moment. ] I should drive you back to get them.

[ it's her attempt at humour. (but she is partly serious...) ]

[prescind]

No no, you don't have to do that. You've already driven my car enough.

( did you really have to steal it, katherine? really? )

I'll buy a new journal at some point and start writing in it. Never did get why you liked them so much. It's just stuff I think about.

[manipulative]

And what will you write about?

[ is she meant to use a fork to eat her salad? oh, well, she uses her fingers. she's human now. doesn't that mean she lacks manners?

she eyes him with an arch to her brow. katherine feels like she's in a good mood; all her worries have somehow disappeared. ]

Dictate an entry to me.

[prescind]

What?

( that actually makes him laugh. he peers up at her to see if she's serious. )

You want me to dictate an entry of one of my journals to you? I don't know how good it'll be. I tend to write when my mind's clear.

( or mostly clear, at least. )

[manipulative]

I want you to dictate the entry you'd write right now.

[ she doesn't care about the requirements he needs to be able to write a diary entry. he's away from the kerfuffle of mystic falls and she should be inspiring enough.

she picks up a piece of spinach and shrugs. ]

Your mind should be clear. You did just go for a drive...

[prescind]

( stefan chuckles because she's not going to give this up, is she? he's going to have to dictate some kind of entry. )

Uh, okay.

( he rubs his fingers along his lip. )

Today, Katherine stole my car. I don't know why because I'm pretty sure she can afford a car of her own but at least I bet she looked good in the driver's seat.

( that's just to start. )

[manipulative]

[ at first, this entry seems really, really boring (and a little on par with stefan, some of his entries did bore her to death), but then he adds that little adlib at the end. she wonders if he's done it on purpose.

her brows lift and she ensures to cover her expression by appearing bored. ]

You don't start with "Dear Diary"? "Dear Diary, today Katherine stole my car and looked hot as hell in the driver's seat despite looking wrecked from being human."

[ there! ]

[prescind]

I'm not a teenager, Katherine, so no I don't start my entries with that. I just...write. I write whatever's on my mind.

( he shrugs. )

Sometimes, it's nothing and sometimes, there's a lot. I just write until it's off my chest. If I was actually writing an entry today, it wouldn't be very long. Just...thoughts on things.

[manipulative]

And apparently how hot I look driving your car.

[ she smiles, teasing him. while she does want to fish for compliments from stefan (when doesn't she?), she knows that trying to scoop them out is a fruitless attempt.

picking out some onion and spinach from her salad, she pops it into her mouth. ]

So hot I should be behind it all the time.

[prescind]

You do look hot behind the wheel of my car but you're not going to be the only one driving it.

( guess again. )

But you know you're hot. I think you're hot.

[manipulative]

Do you now?

[ she hates the way he can hear her heart pick up in its pace and her blood rush to the surface of her skin.

despite that, she tries to play it coy. she's human, she feels unattractive, and stefan's just being charitable. ]

Is that why you came all this way? To ogle me in the driver's seat of your car?

[prescind]

Yes, that's the only reason I'm here. I just wanted to ogle you and admire you in my car and out of my car.

( you'd found him out, katherine. )

Now that I've been caught, I guess I should go back and leave you be.

( he wasn't going to do that. )

[manipulative]

[ katherine wonders if he wants her to reach out and ensure he doesn't leave. it'd be something stefan does. if damon was here, he'd have gotten up and started walking to the door, but not stefan. he doesn't make her as uncomfortable as his brother does.

eyeing him for a moment, she picks more salad up with her fingers and chews on it thoughtfully. ]

I'll call you a cab.

[ she's keeping the car. ]

[prescind]

It's my car, Katherine. You'd be the one getting the cab.

( he'll let her borrow it, though, because he's nice. )

Or I could fix up a car for you.

[manipulative]

You can fix up a car for yourself.

[ she smiles and leans forward to poke him in the chest.

she grabs more of her salad between her fingers and pops it into her mouth smugly. despite feeling absolutely rotten, katherine feels good now. being playful with stefan makes her forget everything for the moment. ]

[prescind]

Or I can just take my car back and get you a bus pass.

( this time, he leans forward and pokes her chest before laughing. )

You would look great on a bus.

[manipulative]

[ she wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. mhm, no. ]

You would look great on a bus.

[ she leans forward to poke his chest. ]

I wouldn't. Good thing no one listens to you when it comes to what good and what doesn't.