Weeping Angel A4, Friday After Classes

[vanillajello]

Kate was fighting a losing battle.

Namely, one of trying to stuff all her surprise luggage under her bed. There were just too many. They would never fit. But she just had to try. Not like she wanted them just laying around, when they had labels like Too much responsibility, Pushed around by skeevy guys and Heart bruised by Southern idiot.

And of course, that one fucking luggage set with the label Crazy mother issues.

Eventually though, she just gave up, letting a few of the bags that wouldn't fit just stay in sight. She was just going to flop down on the bed and be thankful that at least she'd been able to push that one black leather bag (which for some reason looked like an old-fashioned doctor's bag, and which had the words That one awful Saturday labelled on it) as far back under the bed as it would go.

Fucking Fandom.

[ooc: Open for cabinmates/visitors! I'll be around for a couple of hours now, and then again later in my evening.]

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[vanillajello]

"Thought you said you weren't going to stop."

It had been about stopping another thing, but that didn't matter. She could spin it around if she needed to.

"Also, you're trying to change the subject."

[therewaslife]

"I said I wasn't going to stop proclaiming that I won the day," he clarified, shaking his head and kissing another one of her fingers. "I think you need to keep your subjects straight."

He shrugged, kept grinning at her. "And I'm not trying to change anything. I merely asked a question about your preference. The subject is still at hand."

[vanillajello]

"Well, I didn't say anything about whether you should stop," she said. "I only said that it wasn't going to change my mind. So whether that means you should stop is entirely up to you."

[therewaslife]

"So, you have absolutely no preference?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "All right, I'll go ahead and stop."

He followed all the way through, settling their hands back on the bed and shrugging lazily.

[vanillajello]

"I didn't say anything about my preference."

But she had other preferences too. Like the one that had her moving now. Onto her knees on the bed first, then turning and climbing into his lap. Unless he resisted.

She didn't expect that to happen.

[therewaslife]

She wasn't going to find any resistance, no. There was some mild, pleasant surprise out of the sudden movement but he was smiling by the time she settled.

"Hullo," he said, laughing quietly. "Better?"

[vanillajello]

Her hand had slipped from his sometime during her slight change of location, so now she placed both of her hands on his shoulders.

"Hi," she breathed, smirking at him. "Much better."

[therewaslife]

"You should have done it sooner if it was going to make you feel that much better," he told her, winding one of his arms around her waist. "I wouldn't have minded at all."

[vanillajello]

"Well, I had to pretend to be a nice girl for a while," she teased. "I can't just go around doing what I want all the time."

[therewaslife]

"So, you were pretending to be a nice girl," he repeated, nodding at this sudden revelation of facts. "Now that you're not pretending, what are you going to do?"

[vanillajello]

"I'm just gonna be me," she said, as if that actually meant something. "Beyond that, I don't really know."

[therewaslife]

"That's good because I'm really pretty fond of actual you," he told her, nodding. "Though, I don't mind when you pretend, of course. Actual you is more what I want."

[vanillajello]

"I'm not sure there is an actual me," she said, but lightly. Not inviting any more bags to show up. "Glad you still like it."

[therewaslife]

"There is an actual you," he replied, nodding and reaching to draw a heart over both her shirt and where her actual heart probably was. "I know there is even if that's not what I'm seeing. What I do see?"

He finished that heart and looked back up at her.

"I like."

[vanillajello]

She'd watched him draw that heart, and now she leaned to press her forehead against his, and said, quietly but with a hint of amusement, "Sorry if you get a bag dropped on your head anytime soon."

Hearts could lead to that.

[therewaslife]

"Maybe it'll say something amusing," he said, sounding hopeful even if he knew that wouldn't happen on a day like this. He did smile at her and kept his eyes open because he liked seeing her this close to him. "My head's pretty sturdy. I think I'd survive. Don't worry."

[vanillajello]

"I don't know," she replied easily, "I'm pretty sure some people got, like, trunks and stuff. Could get dangerous."

[therewaslife]

"Nothing's happened thus far," he noted, shrugging one shoulder. Not that he was deciding it was over but his head was still in one piece. "I can live with a little danger. Don't worry about me and my head."

[vanillajello]

"Well it's better than acknowledging that I might get hit." Somehow, it was better. She didn't even know. "I'm still just glad there's nothing actually attacking."

[therewaslife]

"This is more an attack of the metaphorical kind," Bod decided, glancing around slightly. "Metaphorical via physical manifestations, at least. Aside from the baggage, I think we're relatively safe inside your small alcove."

[vanillajello]

"We're basically being attacked by crap that's already inside us," Kate noted. "So it's the same shit we're dealing with all the time anyway."

She glanced at her left arm, where the gremlin bite scar was currently covered up by her sleeve. "And scars I already have."

[therewaslife]

"Everyone's got those, Kate," he said quietly, giving her lower back a rub with the hand he had around her. "Scars from the things inside us, scars from the things we can't let go of, scars from the things we bury, scars from the people in our lives, scars from everything. Maybe it's about how you carry those scars."

[vanillajello]

Kate stayed quiet for a moment, and most of that was probably spent resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

Her reply was about as quiet as his voice had been. "You're about a single overly poetic sentence away from starting to sound like Mitchell."

[therewaslife]

"...is that a good thing?" Bod asked slowly after a moment. "You didn't sound that poetic when I talked to him last."

[vanillajello]

Kate snorted. "I usually tell him to shut the fuck up when he starts sounding like that."

Wait. "... You've talked to Mitchell?"