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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[therewaslife]

"You know that already, I know you do," Bod said, keeping his lips against her neck. "I'm not going to tell you how, you know that. You can use your imagination."

[vanillajello]

"It's okay, I have an awesome imagination," she replied, lowering her voice for no particular reason. "And also, I think I could just use my memory. There's stuff there, too."

[therewaslife]

"I know. There are things there too." It wasn't like he didn't have similar memories. He thought about them often. "Do you have a favorite? Memory or similar?"

[vanillajello]

"You're my favorite," she said quietly by his ear. "Other than that it's whatever happens to interest me the most at a particular moment."

[therewaslife]

"I'm your favorite?" he repeated, sounding pleased and feeling warmed by that simple statement. "That's brave, thinking someone who annoys you so much is your favorite. Brave or masochistic."

Whichever, he liked knowing that. Quite a lot.

[vanillajello]

"I'm pretty sure I've called myself both of those at some point." Not that either was necessarily true. "Don't let it go to your head."

[therewaslife]

"And if I choose to let it go to my head?" he asked, leaning back to look up at her. "I don't think that's something you tell everyone."

[vanillajello]

"Well, if you have to, just don't get obnoxious," she warned him, lightly. "It's not something I tell everyone. Or... Anyone."

[therewaslife]

"I'm really not the obnoxious type," he pointed out, leaning up to give her a light kiss. "And I don't go around and talk to people about you. Or you and me. No one really even knows. I promise."

[vanillajello]

"Good. That's good." Another light kiss to seal that it was good, yes. "I'm not even sure what there would be to say."

[therewaslife]

"Mm. What do you mean?" Bod asked, leaning back to look at her again. He was pretty certain he could think of plenty to say if he was the sharing type but he wasn't.

[vanillajello]

"I don't mean it like there's nothing to say." Because that would just be an outright lie. "Just that, y'know, everything's so undefined. I'm not sure what I'd say if I was going to tell anyone."

[therewaslife]

"Oh. Right. Yes, that," he said once he realized what she actually meant. "Sorry, I thought you meant literally nothing to say. No, you're right. I wouldn't know either. Even if I did know, Kate, even if I was the type to share, I'm not the type to betray a trust or to share something I know for a fact is for my ears only."

[vanillajello]

"I know that," she assured him. "If I thought you were that type, I wouldn't tell you anything. 'Cause, y'know... You know a lot more than most people."

[therewaslife]

"I know," Bod said, moving forward to kiss her again. Of course, since it had been too long since he'd had a bag show up, just as he did kiss her, a satchel emblazoned with UNRESOLVED IDENTITY ISSUES appeared near his hip.

Bod just didn't see it right away because he was a little distracted with kissing her and lingering just a bit.

[vanillajello]

Kate was pretty distracted too. Kissing him tended to have that effect.

But she was kind of vaguely aware that something had happened, so she snuck a glance in the direction of the disturbance, and promptly mumbled, "Mmh, bag."

[therewaslife]

At her words, Bod glanced down and blindly reached for the bag so he could hold it up and read it. The words surprised him enough to scatter his focus enough that he stopped kissing her for a moment or two.

"Hmm," he mumbled, wondering if that was a sign or something. Whatever it was, he found himself reading it again and forgetting that he'd been kissing her for the moment.

[vanillajello]

It wasn't Kate's bag, so she didn't quite forget what they'd been doing. But his obvious distraction was enough to get her head turning to look at the bag too, curious to read what could get that reaction from him.

"What?" she asked. "What is it?"

[therewaslife]

Bod didn't answer for a minute. It took a moment longer for him to realize what she'd said and he turned the bag silently towards her so she could read it.

"Bit of a surprise," he said mildly, covering up his surprise as best he could after getting an unexpected bag. "I don't even know what it means."

Well, that was a lie but it seemed the best thing.

[vanillajello]

Kate read the words, tilting her head to the side a little bit.

"Seems straightforward enough," she said, after a moment, keeping her own tone mild. She'd gotten a few bags she didn't quite understand, but she didn't think that was really the case here.

Still, she wasn't going to ask. Not right away, anyway.

[therewaslife]

"Perhaps," Bod said, running his fingers over that label lightly before shaking his head and getting his hand away from the bag. Getting his mind off of it was a little harder but he could try.

"These bags are rather ridiculous, aren't they?" he asked, forcing a laugh and shaking his head again. "I'm sure the island could have been more creative than this."

[vanillajello]

Kate gave him a look for that laugh, but played along.

Possibly because now she felt like she was channeling Mitchell.

"Mm, yeah. Pretty ridiculous," she said, idly stroking the back of his neck with her fingertips. "But you shouldn't say you want more creativity from it."

[therewaslife]

"What was that look for?" Well, he thought he'd been rather subtle. And getting looks from her was something he was used to but still felt the need to question.

Still, he couldn't help leaning into her fingertips some because it did help the sudden jumps of tension that had formed after getting that bag.

[vanillajello]

Maybe he was pretty subtle, but she was very close. And paying attention to him. Still stroking his neck.

"Nothing," she said.

It sounded more like something, and she didn't bother trying to hide it.

[therewaslife]

"I can tell you're lying," Bod said, looking up at her quietly. "Did I say something wrong?"