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]

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

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

[therewaslife]

"Yes." Bod nodded and shrugged a shoulder. He didn't elaborate, at least not yet. If she was curious, she'd ask. "Are you going to tell me to do...that?"

[vanillajello]

Kate didn't even try to resist rolling her eyes this time.

"Only if you start saying having scars is a part of being human," she said. Not that Mitchell had said that particular kind of thing all that much since that one day that had its very own bag under the bed.

Yet another backpack plopped into existence beside them, in the spot she'd vacated to sit in his lap.

"... Great."

[therewaslife]

"I wasn't going to say that but it is true," Bod said, wincing at both the eyeroll and the bag. He didn't look, leaving that to her since it was her bag. "Poetic or not, he's right."

[vanillajello]

"Mmh." It was probably for the best that Kate was too distracted to really argue about that.

She glared at the bag but reached for it anyway. Might as well see what this one was about.

Family isn't blood, it's shared trauma, apparently. She let out a dry, joyless laugh before dumping the bag on the floor and leaning in again, pressing her face against the side of his neck. "This stopped being funny a long time ago."

[therewaslife]

"I'm sorry, Kate," he said because he was even if he hadn't done anything. He could still be sorry. He got his other around her, pulling her a little closer to him and making smooth circular motions against her back with his hand.

"Is there anything I can do?" he asked after a moment. "I don't think I can stop the baggage but I'm here."

[vanillajello]

"You always ask that," she said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. It could've sounded like an accusation, but her voice was too soft for that. "Why do you always ask that?"

[therewaslife]

"I don't know if there's a reason specifically," he replied quietly, giving one shoulder a brief, slight shrug. "If I can be helpful, I'd like to be and there's really no way to find out if I can unless I ask. I think it's better to offer and be told no than to not offer at all and wonder if I could have helped and missed the chance."

[vanillajello]

"I see." Well, she thought she did. Probably. She nuzzled his neck. Couldn't let him think he wasn't wanted right where he was. "I'm not used to it."

[therewaslife]

"I'm noticing," he said lightly, splaying his fingers out against her back and smiling a bit. "That's all right. I'll keep asking. And you might get used to it. Or you might not. Even if that happens, I'm still going to ask and you'll still know that I'm here."

[vanillajello]

Kate shook her head, just slightly, against his neck.

And found herself chuckling quietly. Almost surprised herself with it.

"God, you're so-- Nevermind."

[therewaslife]

"I'm so nevermind?" he joked, turning to glance at her from the corners of his eyes. "That doesn't make much sense, Kate. You should clarify."

[vanillajello]

"Yes," she replied, pulling back enough to see him and give him a hint of a smile. "You're so nevermind. Not my fault if you don't understand what it means."

[therewaslife]

"No, I think it's your fault for not making much sense," he said, shrugging and shaking his head. "I can't tell if that's an endearment of some kind of an insult. So many people have taken to insulting me lately, after all."

[vanillajello]

"My alcove, my rules," she said. "I don't have to make sense if I don't want to."

[therewaslife]

"So, I'm to live in suspense of what I am, then?" Bod asked, trying to sound oh so put upon. "Your alcove has mean rules."

[vanillajello]

"The alcove of the evil, difficult, messed up girl has mean rules," Kate deadpanned. "I'm sure you couldn't possibly have seen that one coming."

[therewaslife]

"Perhaps I predicted as much," Bod said, nodding in agreement. "Besides, you've only made the one rule. So, your statement isn't entirely true."

[vanillajello]

"Then neither was yours," she countered lightly. "You're the one who said rules, plural, first."

[therewaslife]

"Huh. I guess it wasn't," Bod admitted after a moment. "Still, I'm not the one making the rules of the alcove so I think I can afford to be wrong. It's not my alcove."

[vanillajello]

"No, it's not," Kate agreed with a nod. "It's mine, and I make the rules, and that means... I can never be wrong."

No, it probably didn't mean that, but hush, she was allowed her fun.

[therewaslife]

"So." Bod tilted his head, trying not to laugh. "So, you can't be wrong and don't have to make sense. What sorts of things can I do?"

[vanillajello]

"Oh I'm not concerned about things like that," she said, waving one of her hands behind his back for (pointless) emphasis. "I'll tell you if you're screwing up, I promise."

[therewaslife]

"I think you might be dooming yourself to me just sitting here, trying not to move so I don't do anything wrong," said Bod, not at all serious. "I wouldn't want to be excused from your alcove."

[vanillajello]

Kate snickered. "Where's your sense of adventure?" she wondered. "I promise I won't make up any strict rules for you. Not like i want you to leave or anything."