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]

[building stamina takes time, alright, shut up. the lipstick shades don't interest him nearly as much as her last sentence does.] I can stay? And I can sleep here? [points at bed]

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I'll find you some pyjama pants.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[beams from ear to ear, a-aw]

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Found them! They're over in the bag. [ Yeah, she may have planned for this eventuality and gone shopping. She points to a blue shopping bag by the dresser; inside, he'll find black flannel pants with flames on them. They were very hard to find in an adult size. ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[he hops off the bed to investigate these pants with glee, and once they're free from the bag and unfolded, he grins.] These are awesome! [strips jeans, dons pants, and returns after dumping his clothes in a pile.] Ya did a good job of pickin'.

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Somehow, I couldn't see you in plaid. [ she scoots closer and leans against him, flipping the page in her magazine ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

Plaid?

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[ she flips through the magazine and points to a photo of a woman in a plaid jacket ] It's a common pattern.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

Hm. [leans in to get a better look at it then scrunches his nose] Dunno about wearin' that on pants.

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Flames are much manlier, right?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

Right! [fist pump!]

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[ she laughs, closing the magazine and putting it down ] Everyone should dress to suit them.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

Mhmm. [enthusiastic head nod] It's a part of how you show your soul!

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So, your soul doesn't like to wear a shirt?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

Nope. [beams! do point him on out his increasing state of sleepyfais; he's been up since 5 AM]

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[ she pokes him in the side, then leans away to maneuver herself under the comforter ] Shirt or not, lay down before you pass out.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[crawls under blankets and proceeds to start cuddling.

manly-y.

yes.

so manly-y.]

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[ BUT WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH THE BED-SIDE ARM, KAMINA!? ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[um. put it around her waist. i guess. >//> whatever.]

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[ she pillows her head on his chest, you are such a sap ] And people say boys are supposed to hate cuddling.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[blushing so hard in the dark, she has no idea] I-I'm provin' people wrong right now. 'cause that's what I do.

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[ suuuuuuuuuure. ] Night, Kamina.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

G'night, Sheryl.

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[ ...and in about half an hour, once she's drifted off, Kamina is going to find out that she is an incredibly active sleeper. ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[e-elbowed in the gut hng

KICKED IN THE LEG ALDKFJ

rolling over to avoid more horrible injuries now]