Electroclash | Sarah (
electrocynic) wrote2013-03-16 09:05 pm
MCA #5, Saturday Afternoon
It was a perfectly ordinary Saturday afternoon.
In Sarah's case that meant slouching on the sofa, watching bad TV, and texting Jenny her comments on how stupid some Americans were. Oh, and also about when she was going to come to London next. But mostly the stupid.
She lived a simple kind of life and she liked it, thank you very much. Right at this second, anyway.
[ooc: For that guy called Guy, one last time!]
In Sarah's case that meant slouching on the sofa, watching bad TV, and texting Jenny her comments on how stupid some Americans were. Oh, and also about when she was going to come to London next. But mostly the stupid.
She lived a simple kind of life and she liked it, thank you very much. Right at this second, anyway.
[ooc: For that guy called Guy, one last time!]

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She snorted. That may have been a defence mechanism. "Really?"
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Neither 'I don't know' nor 'never' were acceptable answers, Guy. So she wasn't expecting either of those, or anything even remotely similar.
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With all the other colors of the rainbow.
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"Well what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
You could tell she already didn't like it because her accent got even stronger than usual.
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"What do you think it means?" Guy shot back with a huff. "Shit's been brewing for a while, and now it's spilling over."
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It wasn't the war she'd been asking about.
And now she was going to glare.
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(Don't ask what her justification was for doing it all the time otherwise.)
"That's fucking bullshit."
Just, you know, getting that out there.
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"You think I wanna go?"
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At least she was responding in a mature way. Really.
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"It's my job, Sarah!" They were made of maturity.
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So, scowling.
"At least call it what it is."
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In his own, douchey way.
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But maybe she'd just settle for curling her lip and moving her arms so it was a bit more like she was hugging herself. "I'm not even sure which one of us you're trying to guilt trip, there."
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"Well, you should've thought about that before. Dumb twat."
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What was she supposed to say now?
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But she didn't pull her hand away or anything. So that was something.
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"Don't break any of the students," he said after the silence stretched out.
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Or y'know, spreading false gossip about them to the deer, or something.
"So when is it that you're actually leaving?"
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She rubbed her thumb against his hand, not really looking. "Yeah, sounds like a long way."
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"I love you."
There, she'd said it. Better late than never, right?
"You insufferable ginger pain in my arse."
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Which almost inevitably led to hitting people, because she didn't cry in front of people. Hitting them was much more productive.