vingt cinq [ rl with kamina ]

[piercethecharts]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

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

[piercethecharts]

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

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

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

[piercethecharts]

That's the same thing!

I SWEAR I TAGGED THIS

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

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

No, it isn't!

[piercethecharts]

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

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

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

[piercethecharts]

[ THROWS THE NOTEBOOK AT HIS HEAD ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

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

[piercethecharts]

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 ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

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

[piercethecharts]

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

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

But what is any of this?

[piercethecharts]

You mean you don't even know?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

No.

[piercethecharts]

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

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

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

[piercethecharts]

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

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[oh.]

Oh.

[sits next to her and fiddles with a loose thread] Yeah.

[piercethecharts]

[ she leans against his shoulder, to show she doesn't really mean any malice ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

...did you talk to her about it?

[piercethecharts]

Not really. She wasn't here very long.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

We didn't get to talk all that much either. Me and me, I mean. Just caught him between naps.

[piercethecharts]

Isn't it strange to think about?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

A little.

...okay, a lot.