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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[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[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 ]

[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?

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

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

But what is any of this?

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You mean you don't even know?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

No.

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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.

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[ 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.

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[ 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.

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Isn't it strange to think about?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

A little.

...okay, a lot.

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Maybe it's just... I was never that girl, you know? I never dreamed about my wedding, or any of that.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

So you wouldn't wanna get married?

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[ she punches him on the arm lightly, reddening ] That's not what I meant, silly. What I meant was it's something I'd never thought about, not seriously. And I think I should have the chance to think about it seriously before my decision gets put in front of me!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

You can always make another choice. Future ain't written in stone! You could even break up with me now and make a whole new one! [on thinking about that for a second] Or not that, but maybe something else!

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Don't be stupid! That would just be rebelling for rebellion's sake, not doing what I want to do!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[grumblegrumble; she's right, there's a difference between choosing your own destiny and acting out just because.] Just thinking is all. But I guess the real question is what d'you wanna do right now.

[piercethecharts]

I want to rebuild my career. I want to tour on Earth. None of this is remotely on my radar!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

It ain't for a long time from what I remember me told me. So don't worry about stuff way off. You gotta focus. And whenever, uh...you know. We work it out like we always do.