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twiststheblade) wrote2006-10-03 03:19 am
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Miho's room is, indeed, much more personal than the last time Mary Anne saw it. It's still stark and white - white walls, white sheets and comforter on the low futon - but now there's also a deep pile rug (also white, of course), on the blonde floorboards, and an enormous and extremely comfortable (white) leather bean bag sofa with a coffee table in front of it.
A book-case at one end of the bean bag has an eclectic collection of books, graphic novels and movies, and there's a small (digital) sound system next to the television. A few half-finished projects are lying on a neat desk. In other words, she looks like she's moved in, not as if she expects to leave at any moment.
A book-case at one end of the bean bag has an eclectic collection of books, graphic novels and movies, and there's a small (digital) sound system next to the television. A few half-finished projects are lying on a neat desk. In other words, she looks like she's moved in, not as if she expects to leave at any moment.
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The glimpses of skin are given all due attention, but she's attempting to be polite, so it's look but don't touch. For now.
"You're welcome."
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"Easy, sweet. I'm not gonna beat you to the bourbon."
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And to give the lie to her claim, she swallows half of the contents of her glass. She does, however, then put the glass down on the table, and catch up the remote for the hi-fi. She eyes it for a moment, then selects a smoky jazz playlist.
"Hope you like jazz."
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She settles back against the couch, sipping idly at her drink.
"Sounds good to me."
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"What made you do it?" She asks, suddenly.
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Still, she's silent for a moment, just watching the ice in her glass before answering.
"I wanted to protect the people I love--to help them, to fight for them...to do all of that better for them."
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"Is it worth it?"
Again. No need to say what she means. Mary Anne knows. She might have gained a lot, but she's lost a lot as well.
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Heartbeat.
"I hope so."
There is, after all, no going back.
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"I'm sure the decision wasn't made lightly."
decisions? Suck.
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"Been sitting on it since May," she admits.
They suck outloud.
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"That's a lot of thought."
She sighs, and looks away.
"How did you know it was the right decision?" And how do i know.
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A mouthful of tequila.
"But I guess I can't know for sure."
Not without looking down paths she didn't take, and that's more than she's willing to do just now.
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"Yeah."
Never can know for sure. And dammit, what's she supposed to do?
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"You want a refill?"
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"Yes, please."
With bourbon. Which is having the desired effect. She's beginning to feel a little warm - after all, there isn't a great deal of her.
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She tops off Miho's glass, then returns to her own drink, letting booze and jazz blend together in her brain.
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"Why is life so fucking hard?"
It's mostly a rhetorical question, and seems to be addressed more to her glass than to her company.
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"If I knew the answer, lovely, I'd tell you."
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Miho looks up, near-black eyes meeting oddly blue ones.
"I know. Don't suppose you have any advice for me?"
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"Nothing particularly useful, 'm sorry."
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"It's just. . ." This is the bourbon speaking. "Well, Goldy. She says that she wants to make this work, but she doesn't seem to want to put any effort into it. If we have a problem, she seems to think that a cute smile will make it better. And it doesn't work like that."
Sigh.
"She doesn't take me into account. I don't own her. But it would be nice if she thought about my feelings."
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"Especiallly not confrontations with people they care about. Not defending it, 'm just saying."
And taking another sip of tequila, since that helps the philosophical processes.
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She sighs and sits up again. Far too hard to drink whilst lying down.
"I'm just starting to think she doesn't care."
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"In her own way."
Because she's not willing to believe just yet that Goldy doesn't care at all.
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