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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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inspirationdivine replied to your post “[pm] What do you need?”

[pm] The news article? Yes I did

{pm} Then to answer your question: a name. 

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{pm} It was nice to have a drama free evening for once. It turned out really well. All thanks to Evelyn. How are you, by the way? I feel like I didn’t get much of a chance to ask before. 

{pm} Hey, Lydia. I just wanted to say thank you for coming to Arthur's party. It meant a lot to him.

[pm] Oh. Oh, right, of course. You’re welcome, it was a pleasure to help him celebrate.

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@wilddwcrds lydia x madisyn - lydia's apartment

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"I mean...it does look kind of small." Lydia's head tilts as she watches her cousin flick through apartment photos. "But, you're not living in there, right?" she adds quickly with a note of optimism and a brief shrug of her shoulder. "I think for the sake of ticking a box on your to-do list, go for it." Lydia suggests with an encouraging tone, her finger raising to Madisyn's phone and swiping back a few pictures. "It's got a lot of sunlight, it seems bright in there! Mads, it's cute. And you'll have an agent, right? That rents it out to somebody? Perfect. No hassle, all you really need is your signature. No brainer." Lydia then declares, peeling away from her cousin to sit straighter. Of course, the age old question applies with Madisyn. Does she even want to do this or is she already bored? "Oh, but! Better news. Exciting news." she shimmies her hands for her cousin's attention, urging the phone to be over with. "I was talking to Tilly about getting you a segment on the show. Something to do with fashion. She's thinking about it because she said if we overcrowd the show with too many Kennedy names it apparently gives nepotism. Whatever. She'll come around, I'm sure."

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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 knows what she thinks at Madi's statement, but she doesn't speak her mind. Instead, she suppresses her grin and offers the other witch a quick series of nods. "Yeah, yeah. I mean, maybe when...maybe just for the project of finding properties and stuff? But..." the Belcourts can do that, trails off into nothing as Madisyn quickly blurts about the property witches. Lydia blinks, laughing. "Okay! Okay." she zips her lips. "I just...I don't know why you don't want to talk to them?" she does. "This is literally what they do, they can get you climbing all sorts of property ladders." Lydia adds, only then deciding to leave the topic well alone, convinced Madisyn's too stubborn to admit her change of heart.

"What? That's not true. Come on. I mean...look at...I'm a service to the people, Madi. Getting up at 3:30 every morning, just so people can hear about...things. That's a service and I'm not ashamed!" Lydia then perks up, waving her hand in encouragement despite the slight stutter. Slowly, her brow arches to Madisyn's save, if it can even be called that and she hums as she sips her coffee. Curvy. Great. Now she's going to be obsessed with that thought for the rest of her life. "Huh? What? Oh, stop." she says adamantly about Nate, rolling her eyes before her cousin shows her the video. "Okay, no. Madi!" she waves her hand with a dismissive flick. "He was looking at my hands or something as I was straightening my dress. He's a lot of things but he isn't stupid. It's just how it looks on camera and everyone's reading into it. Including you."

lydia's helpful advice sounds more like hard work for madisyn, and she can't control the frown on her face as she hears it. "hmm, i'm starting to think i need an assistant." she claims, ignore how she doesn't actually do anything to warrant one. "i could ask tavi how she found hers, i think i'll do that." is added as madisyn handles her phone, idly scrolling away to tavi's number. her eyes dart back to her cousin from over the screen at the belcourt name, a huge puff of air leaving her lungs. "oh god, not you, too. yeah, i get it, lyds! belcourts are the property moguls. good for them, yay." she retorts, rolling her eyes before giving attention back to her phone. madisyn keeps an ear on lydia's words, scrunching her features at the idea. "done that. hated it." she mumbles. "i don't want to be a service to people, lydia. like...how embarrassing." madisyn adds, tapping away a message to the arison witch as she speaks. "hmm?" her head lifts to lydia's quip, frowning. "what? oh, the hip thing?" she laughs then, turning her attention back to her phone as her hand waves. "the curvy thing works for you. nate hawthorne is like frothing at the mouth whenever you stand up and walk around. it's like he's in heat. did you see that by the way?" now madi isn't even texting tavi, she's gone straight to twitter for the slow circulating meme of a looped gif of lydia standing up and delicately tugging down her dress and nate's eyeline going straight for her behind. "look. he needs more media training, henry cavill would never."

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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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Absently, Lydia's shoulders move in time with her cousin's words, little shimmies but she also dutifully nods with utter understanding. "No, yeah, obviously. Maybe it was just a bad agent. There's a ton, it's like shopping before the apartment shopping even happens." Lydia concurs, reaching to the table for her coffee. "Belcourts?" Lydia suggests next with a shrug. Her smile widens, convinced that there's a positive to the situation and potential segment even if Madisyn's pessimism creeps in. Must be from her father's side. Lydia's shoulders droop. "Oh, stop that. You'd love it, you were made for it! What happened to the stylist thing, anyways?" she asks, sipping her coffee but suddenly remembering being Madi's guinea pig and looking aptly like a baby prostitute. Her cousin's words cause Lydia to splutter her drink slightly, shooting Madisyn a bemused expression over her cup. "None taken." she quips with evident amusement.

madisyn blinks, because she thinks she can count on both hands how many times she's been told about not living in the apartment herself. but her cousin raises a good point. there isn't really much to lose, even if madi is hung up on the intense vision she had in her head when she woke up at 3am with the idea in the first place. "i just...i was going for, sleek! modern! penthouse!" she shimmies in time with each of the words, throwing them out there like magazine headlines. "not...sad little cupboard in brooklyn." she pouts then, shoulders slumping while eyeing the photos one last time. madisyn gets distracted by them briefly until lydia's voice perks her up with excitement, her phone practically dropped to the couch with no questions asked. "oh!?" her smile brightens at where it's going but then, flattens. "oh." madisyn huffs, grabbing her phone again. "literally, i bet it won't happen. every time i said i wanted just one itty bitty little segment, my mom just said how twitter will go crazy with how grating my voice is, so." she shrugs. "honestly, i don't even want to be on t.v., lydia. live cameras really don't love the kennedy hips." she comments, unaware of the double edge to her words.

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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."