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[ The camera angle is wide enough to catch both Sheryl, standing on the porch next to a boy with a long ponytail, and Ranka, sitting by the shore, talking to a rather fabulous black man with an afro. It's sunset, and Ranka looks down, but she's speaking too quietly to be heard.

Sheryl and the boy are both watching her; he says something, and then, without warning, she kisses him. Ranka, having turned around at just the right moment, looks shocked; the boy freezes as Sheryl pulls away. Then she dances away a few steps more, bursting into giggles. ]

What? You said it yourself, didn't you? It's just a kiss! Don't make that serious face!

[ As she starts to run off the porch, laughing, Ranka walks off down the dock and says something to a bearded man with a substantial entourage; he grabs her hand and pumps it up and down.

A male voice, close by: ]

Hmm? Guess she took it, huh? --What do you mean the light's on, I didn't press-- ahh, must have hit record by accident.

[ Apparently this was being recorded by one of the film crew's cameras; some fumbling noises, and the feed ends ]

Comments

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[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[glowering. forever.]

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...I didn't post that.

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[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

...oh.

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If you want an explanation, you're going to have to say what's on your mind. You're not getting one unless you say it.

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[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

There's nothin' on my mind. You like the guy, you kiss him, yeah? 's not a big deal. [even if his face says otherwise.]

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If you won't tell me that you're jealous, I'm not going to explain why I did it.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[obvious frustration on his end before a deep breath] So what if I am?

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I kissed him to... prove a point. It wasn't for me, and it wasn't for him, either. But I'm not going to defend myself if there isn't any reason to. I'm not the sort of girl who needs to justify her actions to just anyone, you know.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

Ya wouldn't be Sheryl Nome if you did. [he grins, a touch wry.]


Maybe I'm jealous. Not sayin' that I am and not sayin' that I'm not. 'specially not of that...Alto guy.

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Fine. Don't say it.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[just a second of >: then affected B|] Tch.

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If you won't say anything, then you shouldn't be wondering why it was "almost".

In any case, I have too much else to do today to argue.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[...aw, that was a low blow. he goes from hurt to borderline furious to deflated in the space of fifteen seconds. he knows good and well that if he doesn't do something now that might be it; boom, bam, no more sheryl. call it manly intuition. kamina sits up straight, swallows, and clears his throat.] ...I am.

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...Then I won't kiss other boys. Even if it's just to make a point.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[there's the slightest blush on his face that no amount of bluster will be able to cover up.] Good.

Kinda--nah. 'm glad.

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You'd better not kiss other girls, either.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

You got my word.

[curajas.livejournal.com]

She took it!

[piercethecharts]

She did in the end, didn't she?

[curajas.livejournal.com]

She sure did!