#lydia x nate 001

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@ofwrxth lydia x nate - studio

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She's used to the 3am starts, and how it paints the world with a surreal tinge. How the lights in the studio seem ten times brighter because of it, and how everything seems like a crazed rush from the moment she's in the greenroom. But today, a simple mishap with her finger and the snooze button sees Lydia strolling into the studio fifteen minutes later than usual. She bypasses the fuss, handles it gracefully even as the roll around time is whizzed through to ensure everything runs smoothly. And as she walks to ready herself on the set, she can see Nate already there fresh as a fucking daisy. "Morning." Lydia comments, settling into the space beside him on the couch. Lydia, if you just angle a bit more towards him. "Thanks, Andrew. Will do." she remarks without glancing to the voice, her expression flattening as she angles her legs to Nate's with a slight smile. "Okay so, the dog shelter segment, I think we should be the other way around so it's me that's petting them. Dogs love me and I love dogs, so. It makes sense." a frown. "Actual dogs. Woof kind. Not..." Lydia waves her hand. "Don't start with me this morning."

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"Hmm, maybe they're pity views." she shrugs daintily with a self amused grin, fighting back her chuckle for her own quip. "Removed?" Lydia then scoffs, rolling her eyes as she chuckles. "Excuse you. I am warm. And everybody says so. There was that meme about...not that one." she wavers her finger in warning, knowing the exact crude one he will probably want to throw in her face. "About being the Sunday church type of wife. Thanks very much." she adds with complete sincerity and pride. After all, everything is a perfectly curated charade and Lydia is convinced she's mastered the art of it. So much so, that it doesn't even feel fake any more.

"I have no problem admitting that I find you tolerable, Nate." she returns, smiling sweetly. "Okay, fine. Your way." she throws her hands up in a weak defeat, running fingers through her hair for the final smooth down as she hears everything gearing up to start. Nate's comment causes Lydia to scan a glance to him, and then his legs. "I've seen long-" the countdown stops her from saying anything else, Lydia propelling herself into professional mode, bright and chirpy. "Good morning New Yorkers! You're with Lydia and Nate," she speaks right over his cue and waves a kind gesture to the annoying wolf. "And we've got everything you need to start your day right so, grab your coffee and stick around." she turns to him with a sweeter smile. "I don't know if you feel what I feel, Nate." who wrote this. "But do you think we're ready to adopt?"

Nate snickers at her rebuttal, a smirk playing at his lips as she pinches his cheek. "Either way, I'm still bringing in the numbers." He winks, "a win is a win, Lydia. Maybe if you were less removed people might like you too." He gives an encouraging nod. "You know, less Ice Queen, more American Pie." The politics behind what drew in numbers was controversial as ever. Be too warm and people think you're pandering. Too removed and they think you're arrogant. Just right and they might get bored. It's an ever changing metric that Nate's learned to adjust with, and Lydia too. Even if he enjoys pretending she hasn't.

"I know you're saying that as a joke, but there's a kernel of truth in there. Even if you'd rather not admit." He winks before they're given the minute warning and Nate chuckles. "I say we let the dogs decide," comes his final opinion on the matter, mostly because he's confident in his own werewolf nature to appeal to them. "You know manspreading isn't actually a thing? It's just a way for women to try and make men feel bad for having long legs," he whispers in jest, even as he adjusts for her. The countdown begins in their ear live in 3, 2, 1 – and then Nate grins at the camera, warm as ever as he waits for Lydia to start.

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Lydia's eyes dart to Nate's snap of fingers, then back to his face. Just a quirk of an eyebrow arching in his direction. Grinning, she chuckles slightly but waves a hand to him. "We've established this, Nate. Milfs love you because you remind them of their incapable sons that still live at home and need their laundry folded." she smiles sweetly and for affect, gently pinches his cheek. A soft tsk escapes at his return, however and Lydia draws in another deep breath that lifts her shoulders. "You know what? You're right. You are really nice. One of my favorite people." she concurs through a light sarcasm. "We can do it your way, and you can pet the dogs." even if her smile is plotting, there's no time for Lydia to say much else when the timer sounds for less than a minute. She shifts to get comfortable, nudging closer to Nate and clearing her throat. "Move along a little, stop manspreading."

"Exactly my point," Nate snaps his finger in her direction, grinning at her declaration. It's amusing how important she thinks she is to the show. Her very statement making him chuckle a bit. "Mmm, I wouldn't be so sure about that. If you look at the demographics from the past few months, you'll see that I'm a big part of the draw." He notes arrogantly, but with a good-humored smirk. "I test excellently with the milf demographic." Nate shifts in his seat, hearing another time warning in his ear. Two minutes. "the lady doth protest too much, methinks." He says, "the woof kind is all I'm talking about anyway." Even if they both know it's not true."Up to you. If you're worried they won't come to your impure heart, then I understand. You can pet them first. I won't let you bomb on national television." Hand to his chest, "because I'm nice."

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Lydia takes in a breath, sighing with her smile at Nate's comment. "If it was the afternoon, wouldn't the show would be over?" she returns sweetly, taking her notes from the little coffee table in front of them. "You can't get rid of me that easily, anyways. The show would be axed if I left." she adds, flipping her hair on her journey to sink back into the couch so an annoying whip of the air turns the pages of Nate's notes. Her eyes glide to him. "Who doesn't?" Lydia shrugs, before another frown flits over her lips. "Like dogs, I mean. The woof kind." she mutters, turning her attention to her notes. "I mean, sure? If you want. But it will look a little cluttered on the screen." she explains herself, glancing up from her notes and back down again. "No, not scared. Dogs love me, Nate." she hears it, clearing her throat without moving her gaze to him. "The woof kind."

Nate gives his notes a quick glance as he waits for Lydia to arrive. He pointedly checks his watch as a smug smile crosses his lips. "Morning? It's practically afternoon. Though I'd be doing the show myself." Nate snarks, giving another smirking smile as she pivots. "Hey, you said it. I'm not surprised. You seem like the sort." The Hawthorne shrugs. "To like dogs. The woof kind." Nate clarifies with a sharp grin, clearing his throat as they get the five minute warning from their producers. "Maybe we should see which one of us the dogs like more. Let them choose, hmm? Or are you afraid of what it might say about you?" He leans back a bit, "after all dogs are a great judge of character."

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"Views are views, Lyd." He smirks. "Don't blame me that they're not tuning in for you." Nate nods, lifting his shoulders. "Yeah, like better than thou. I didn't say it. Obviously, I know that's not true." There's a slight smile dancing on his lips. Because his words are incendiary for the sake of being. Not because he actually means them. He knows as well as Lydia there's a reason she's been on the show for so long. "I wasn't gonna say anything about that one. I'm a gentleman, Lydia." He draws a hand to his chest in mock-offense. And, in a show of good faith, restrains himself from saying but she didn't seem to mind when he wasn't one before. Nate lifts his hands. "If you say so. I've just seen a few Elsa memes going around. Surprised you haven't."

He almost asks for his phone to pull it up but the countdown starts and they're kicking off the show. The werewolf's eyes sparkle with amusement as she breezes past his intro. But, ever the professional, he picks up on the teleprompter on his next cue. "You know what, Lydia? I was thinking the same thing." Nate grins, brimming with manufactured enthusiasm. "I think it's time to bring out our special guests to talk about adopting some furry friends. We're going to be joined by Second Chance Shelter." He introduces their guests, just as music begins to play. The shelter employees comes out with several dogs trotting onto the stage with them.

"Hmm, maybe they're pity views." she shrugs daintily with a self amused grin, fighting back her chuckle for her own quip. "Removed?" Lydia then scoffs, rolling her eyes as she chuckles. "Excuse you. I am warm. And everybody says so. There was that meme about...not that one." she wavers her finger in warning, knowing the exact crude one he will probably want to throw in her face. "About being the Sunday church type of wife. Thanks very much." she adds with complete sincerity and pride. After all, everything is a perfectly curated charade and Lydia is convinced she's mastered the art of it. So much so, that it doesn't even feel fake any more.

"I have no problem admitting that I find you tolerable, Nate." she returns, smiling sweetly. "Okay, fine. Your way." she throws her hands up in a weak defeat, running fingers through her hair for the final smooth down as she hears everything gearing up to start. Nate's comment causes Lydia to scan a glance to him, and then his legs. "I've seen long-" the countdown stops her from saying anything else, Lydia propelling herself into professional mode, bright and chirpy. "Good morning New Yorkers! You're with Lydia and Nate," she speaks right over his cue and waves a kind gesture to the annoying wolf. "And we've got everything you need to start your day right so, grab your coffee and stick around." she turns to him with a sweeter smile. "I don't know if you feel what I feel, Nate." who wrote this. "But do you think we're ready to adopt?"

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Nate snickers at her rebuttal, a smirk playing at his lips as she pinches his cheek. "Either way, I'm still bringing in the numbers." He winks, "a win is a win, Lydia. Maybe if you were less removed people might like you too." He gives an encouraging nod. "You know, less Ice Queen, more American Pie." The politics behind what drew in numbers was controversial as ever. Be too warm and people think you're pandering. Too removed and they think you're arrogant. Just right and they might get bored. It's an ever changing metric that Nate's learned to adjust with, and Lydia too. Even if he enjoys pretending she hasn't.

"I know you're saying that as a joke, but there's a kernel of truth in there. Even if you'd rather not admit." He winks before they're given the minute warning and Nate chuckles. "I say we let the dogs decide," comes his final opinion on the matter, mostly because he's confident in his own werewolf nature to appeal to them. "You know manspreading isn't actually a thing? It's just a way for women to try and make men feel bad for having long legs," he whispers in jest, even as he adjusts for her. The countdown begins in their ear live in 3, 2, 1 – and then Nate grins at the camera, warm as ever as he waits for Lydia to start.

Lydia's eyes dart to Nate's snap of fingers, then back to his face. Just a quirk of an eyebrow arching in his direction. Grinning, she chuckles slightly but waves a hand to him. "We've established this, Nate. Milfs love you because you remind them of their incapable sons that still live at home and need their laundry folded." she smiles sweetly and for affect, gently pinches his cheek. A soft tsk escapes at his return, however and Lydia draws in another deep breath that lifts her shoulders. "You know what? You're right. You are really nice. One of my favorite people." she concurs through a light sarcasm. "We can do it your way, and you can pet the dogs." even if her smile is plotting, there's no time for Lydia to say much else when the timer sounds for less than a minute. She shifts to get comfortable, nudging closer to Nate and clearing her throat. "Move along a little, stop manspreading."

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"Exactly my point," Nate snaps his finger in her direction, grinning at her declaration. It's amusing how important she thinks she is to the show. Her very statement making him chuckle a bit. "Mmm, I wouldn't be so sure about that. If you look at the demographics from the past few months, you'll see that I'm a big part of the draw." He notes arrogantly, but with a good-humored smirk. "I test excellently with the milf demographic." Nate shifts in his seat, hearing another time warning in his ear. Two minutes. "the lady doth protest too much, methinks." He says, "the woof kind is all I'm talking about anyway." Even if they both know it's not true."Up to you. If you're worried they won't come to your impure heart, then I understand. You can pet them first. I won't let you bomb on national television." Hand to his chest, "because I'm nice."

Lydia takes in a breath, sighing with her smile at Nate's comment. "If it was the afternoon, wouldn't the show would be over?" she returns sweetly, taking her notes from the little coffee table in front of them. "You can't get rid of me that easily, anyways. The show would be axed if I left." she adds, flipping her hair on her journey to sink back into the couch so an annoying whip of the air turns the pages of Nate's notes. Her eyes glide to him. "Who doesn't?" Lydia shrugs, before another frown flits over her lips. "Like dogs, I mean. The woof kind." she mutters, turning her attention to her notes. "I mean, sure? If you want. But it will look a little cluttered on the screen." she explains herself, glancing up from her notes and back down again. "No, not scared. Dogs love me, Nate." she hears it, clearing her throat without moving her gaze to him. "The woof kind."

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Nate gives his notes a quick glance as he waits for Lydia to arrive. He pointedly checks his watch as a smug smile crosses his lips. "Morning? It's practically afternoon. Though I'd be doing the show myself." Nate snarks, giving another smirking smile as she pivots. "Hey, you said it. I'm not surprised. You seem like the sort." The Hawthorne shrugs. "To like dogs. The woof kind." Nate clarifies with a sharp grin, clearing his throat as they get the five minute warning from their producers. "Maybe we should see which one of us the dogs like more. Let them choose, hmm? Or are you afraid of what it might say about you?" He leans back a bit, "after all dogs are a great judge of character."

@ofwrxth lydia x nate - studio

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She's used to the 3am starts, and how it paints the world with a surreal tinge. How the lights in the studio seem ten times brighter because of it, and how everything seems like a crazed rush from the moment she's in the greenroom. But today, a simple mishap with her finger and the snooze button sees Lydia strolling into the studio fifteen minutes later than usual. She bypasses the fuss, handles it gracefully even as the roll around time is whizzed through to ensure everything runs smoothly. And as she walks to ready herself on the set, she can see Nate already there fresh as a fucking daisy. "Morning." Lydia comments, settling into the space beside him on the couch. Lydia, if you just angle a bit more towards him. "Thanks, Andrew. Will do." she remarks without glancing to the voice, her expression flattening as she angles her legs to Nate's with a slight smile. "Okay so, the dog shelter segment, I think we should be the other way around so it's me that's petting them. Dogs love me and I love dogs, so. It makes sense." a frown. "Actual dogs. Woof kind. Not..." Lydia waves her hand. "Don't start with me this morning."