douze. [rl with kamina]

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[ As silly as it was, Sheryl was feeling pretty cheery from that secret. She waited for Kamina by the front of her hotel, hoping that he'd actually wear appropriate clothing (i.e. a shirt) as she tapped her foot, humming to herself. This was a songwriting sort of mood. She was wearing her usual getup of aviators and a floppy hat; the sun had mostly set by now, but she liked being able to go around unrecognized. ]

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[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

R-right! [he'll just be over here playing with the phone while she's handling her business. o7]

[piercethecharts]

[ It's pretty incomprehensible to anyone who isn't used to phones like this, as there aren't exactly... visible buttons. Have fun, Kamina! She's just muttering to herself over her notebook, humming a few bars here and there ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[who needs to know how shit works when there are LCD screens to ponder and bright lights to poke at? technology, how does it work? it can only hold his interest for so long, however, and so he begins to look over sheryl's shoulder at her mad scribbling, but saying nothing.]

[piercethecharts]

All right, I think I've got eno-- [ oh hello. She'd turned around without realizing he was right behind her, and jumps a bit at the close proximity ] When did you get over here?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

A minute ago. [shrug] You were busy with--whatever you were doin'. ...oi, what were you doing?

[piercethecharts]

I got an idea for a song! That sort of thing, you have to write it down right away, or you could completely lose it, you know!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

Must be a singer thing.

[piercethecharts]

Of course it's a singer thing. Songs don't just appear by magic, you know.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

'course they don't come from magic! Just never though singers stopped what they're doing to write, is all. [hands her cell phone back]

[piercethecharts]

I don't know about anyone else, but I've never been able to write songs sitting at a desk. [ takes her phone back, and puts it back into her purse ] Well, I can clean them up or add verses, but the original idea? That has to come when I'm out here living. And when it comes, you have to grab it in the moment!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[...kamina grins.] Ya know, that's why I like you.

[piercethecharts]

[ she smiles back and leans against him again ] Oh, really? So it isn't just the "hopes and dreams"?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[headshake] Ya say how you feel even if you're gonna get in trouble or it's not what other people think. It makes you different.

[piercethecharts]

[ a thoughtful pause ] I couldn't sing if I couldn't do that. No-- singing aside, I can't do anything but say what I want to say, no matter the fallout. But you're the same, aren't you?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

If you got somethin' to say, you should say without hesitation 'cause who knows if you're able gonna say it again. That's how a man is meant to walk through life.

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A woman, too. Remember that!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

And a woman. [goofy grin go]

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[ she turns slightly so she can wrap her arms around him ] And I've never been the kind of woman who needs a man around, so don't get the wrong idea, but... I really did like that secret, you know.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

'm glad. ...ya know, 'cause I worked hard on it. Don't want all my time ta go to waste or anything. [for all his gruff talk, he has an arm around her waist that's drawing her closer.]

[piercethecharts]

Oh, sure. That's definitely the reason. You hate to waste time, that's what everyone knows about you.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

Sh-shut up.

[piercethecharts]

You just don't want people knowing you're secretly sweet, that's all!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[looking like a tomato right about now] It's not bein' sweet! All I did was say how I felt, is all, 'cause I really like you!

[let that sink in.]

[piercethecharts]

[ oh, she does. She looks like she's about to kiss him, but then looks over her shoulder, noting that the park isn't quite as empty as she'd like.

...And then kisses him anyway, because screw the tabloids, seriously. ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[forget those tabloids. besides, grace can always go in and erase them like the pictures never happened if she wanted to. he kisses back, damn happy that this is a pretty definite answer to the question that had been bothering him ever since he'd came. it's time for an internal victory dance.]