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]

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.

[piercethecharts]

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?

[piercethecharts]

[ 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!

[piercethecharts]

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.

[piercethecharts]

Exactly. With two people like us, there's nothing that can possibly trip us up.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

'course not!

[except for those awkward pauses]

Me said he looks just like you.

[piercethecharts]

Well... of course he would! What kind of hair color is blue, anyway? [ she ruffles the offending hair to cover up the touching emotion of the moment cause they're both kinda stupid ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

Hey! Blue hair is just fine! [he can't even pretend this is a manly pout. it's just a straight up pout/grump. they truly are kinda stupid.]

[piercethecharts]

Maybe for a boy, but can you imagine saddling a poor girl with blue hair? I'd better go two for two!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

We'll have as many kids as it takes 'til there's a girl with blue hair and I'll show you it won't be a problem! She'll kick ass and be popular and have tons of people ask her on dates 'cause she'll be just like me-- [hold the fuck up]

Then I'll be watching 'em. [DAD CLEANING SHOTGUN ON THE PORCH GLOWER]

[piercethecharts]

I'm not a clown car, you know! One boy and one girl, and if she has blue hair I'll buy her a shotgun!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

Deal. [too bad half their conversations never go this smoothly.]

[piercethecharts]

[ seriously ] And you can't name her Explosion, or, or Gurren, or anything like that!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[FFFFU FACE]