Electroclash | Sarah (
electrocynic) wrote2015-09-05 01:45 pm
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MCA #5, Saturday Morning
As far as Sarah was concerned, this was a perfectly ordinary Saturday. She'd slept in late, had some brekkie, was lounging around on the couch with something mindless on the telly. And considering the way last Saturday had gone – she felt like she'd only just recuperated from the hangover, if not the mental fallout of it all – she thought this one should just stay a quiet one.
In fact, she had half a mind to just stay in her pajamas all day.
[ooc: Open, natch.]
In fact, she had half a mind to just stay in her pajamas all day.
[ooc: Open, natch.]
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As she moved closer. To hug him. Because she was complicated and complex, goddammit.
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Guy was in no way afraid of showing emotions via hugging. Just ask Kyle. So, his sort of latching on was to be expected.
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"Been over two years, Guy," she said, only slightly muffled.
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"Nah," she said, although that didn't mean she wasn't intending to punch him at all. "Figure I'll punch you for coming back and leaving again."
She had a handle on these things. Also her natural cynicism.
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Really, she'd considered it a great big number of times.
"There was an alien abduction, the usual bullshit."
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Yes.
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Okay, it was a thwap on the shoulder.
"Not funny."
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Or she was so unknown that she might as well not have done anything at all. One of those.
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Part of Guy wished he'd asked her to come with him when he left. But that shit wouldn't have been fair to either of them. even less than how it did end.
"You happy here?"
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Once or thrice, over the years.
There was the mandatory cynical little snort at the question. Then she looked at the TV (or, away, was the point). "Place has its ups and downs."
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So London wasn't that great, either. (Also, it didn't really feel like home anymore, and she didn't know what to do with it.)
Also, you know what? She was just going to cuddle up against his side, now. If she was going to have to deal with the inevitable heartache of it all later, she might as well try and benefit from him actually being there now.
She did it slowly, though. Maybe it was an incredibly half-hearted attempt at playing it like she was just shifting that way by accident.
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"Like, a spa or dumb ass trust falls?"
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He'd met her. So he'd know how well that had gone over with her.
She wrinkled her nose.
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