vingt cinq [ rl with kamina ]

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[ When Sheryl is trying to get her feelings out, it usually happens in the form of songwriting. Right now she's curled up on the couch with a notebook. This is normal.

What isn't quite as normal is the fact that anyone trying to walk through the living room would find themselves ankle-deep in crumpled up balls of paper, blacked out with ink, torn to shreds, and in one case, half-burnt. There are some serious feelings happening here. Approach if you dare. ]

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[ she doesn't respond, just keeps writing. She stops only to chew ferociously on the end of her pen, which chooses that moment to jump ship from a horrible afternoon of dental abuse, and explodes in her face ]

Gaahhh!

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[each wad of paper is fattened with a crush as kamina rushes through to grab a wet washcloth and offer it without comment upon return. he had a thick head, but he learned fast: stay the hell out of the way and keep your mouth shut when sheryl nome was in a high temper.]

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[ she takes it with a look of surprise ] Kamina? When did you get home?

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Just a second ago. Ya didn't see me?

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No! I hate to say this, but sometimes you really could stand to make more noise!

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But--I just--ah, whatever. [plops self on armchair] What's all of this?

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Nothing! A bunch of nothing that I can't get right!

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[points to a spectacular example of blacked-out lyrics on the floor] Sure looks like it was somethin'.

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That's because you don't know anything about art! [ she tosses the notebook to the floor, and crosses her arms in a huff ]

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I could know plenty about art, but I don't feel like it, that's all!

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That's the same thing!

I SWEAR I TAGGED THIS

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[he doesn't even understand what he's arguing against anymore]

No, it isn't!

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It's exactly the same thing, and that's final!

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And 'm saying it's not so that's final!

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[ THROWS THE NOTEBOOK AT HIS HEAD ]

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[DIRECT HIT; TARGET DESTROYED (aka fell on the floor)]

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And the worst part is, my stomach's going to be flabby for years!

[ a lesser woman might burst into tears from the stress. Sheryl shoves her face in a pillow and shouts to let off steam ]

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Huh? [picks self off the floor, completely missing the bits of paper in his hair] What's your stomach got to do with anything?

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Nothing! It's the least important part of any of this!

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But what is any of this?

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You mean you don't even know?

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No.

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It doesn't bother you? Not even a little bit?

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...Sheryl, I don't know what you're talking about right now.

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[ she sits up, hugging the pillow to her chest ] We're going to have kids, Kamina.