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[mightbeconcussed]

[Filter to Cas]

Are you normal again? Do you have any weed left over?

[/end filter]

I'm officially revoking my City is awesome card. I wanna go home.

[Filtered to Jill]

Can we do ice cream and Resident Evil movies tonight?

[/end filter]

Comments

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't mind the overeager. It's much better than the alternative. She answers the door after a few seconds, wet hair pulled back into a tight bun and very little makeup on. She's wearing a pair of low riding sweat pants and a tank top. It's probably the most casual he's seen her. She opens the door a bit, standing in the space so that he can't walk through for just a second's hesitation before she takes the step back, opening the door wider and letting him come in.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil slips in, shoving his hands in his pockets and glancing around in a way that he hopes looks casual (but, hint: actually gives away his nerves quite clearly). He's somewhat enthralled by the way Lucy looks -- outside of his sister, he hasn't really had much opportunity to see a girl in casual-mode.]

So uh. Hey.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She tucks her thumbs in the waistband at the back of her sweats, gnawing on her bottom lip because she has no idea what she's doing here.]

Do you want something to drink? Or ice cream. I have a lot of ice cream. Or something else to eat. I'm pretty sure we've got some leftovers from...well everything. There are cup cakes too. Red velvet.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

N-nah, I'm uh... [He doesn't want Lucy fussing over him. He's determined to be as low-maintenance as possible right now.] I'm fine.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Okay. [She understands but that leaves her with nothing to do except stand around awkwardly. She wanted him to be here. She still wants him to be there but she's not sure how to handle it.] We can sit. If you want. [She gestures toward the couch.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He nods.]

Yeah, sitting's good.

[He takes the far end of the couch so she can choose to sit far away if she still needs to.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She's not sure what to do. She twists her ponytail into a messy bun, sort of tucking the ends underneath then lights some candles then tugs on the hem of her shirt before she finally sits down, not at the opposite end but a foot or so away.]

This is weird, isn't it? I know it's weird but I don't--how to handle this ought to be in the City handbook.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He hunches forward, crossing his arms over his stomach.]

Handbook would be good. 'S long's the City plans on throwing out things that screw everything up.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She sighs a little] Everything isn't screwed up. It's just--

[It seems like the time for a serious talk whether she wants to have one or not.] Emotions just make everything...hurt and I spent a long time trying to avoid that and it's not your fault. I know that. I'm just trying to --figure out how to care and then shut it off when the City makes things like this happen.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil nods. He gets the thing about emotions complicating things.]

Sometimes I think people need off switches. 'Cept, I went to school with someone who had one and it turned him kinda weird.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure serial killers have off switches and I'd rather not turn out that way.

[She rubs her hands over her face.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Good point.

[He rubs his hands over the knees of his jeans. Nerves are giving him sweaty palms.]

Don't go home, okay? 'S gonna get better. I mean, probably. I think, anyway.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She sighs and smooths her hands back over her hair, pulling at her pony tail.]

I can't go home. Even if I wanted to. I'm dead, remember? Sort of stuck here. [Which is why she's usually 'make the best of it' girl.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

...Dead people can't go home?

[As long as he's been here, this is actually news to him.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy shakes her head.] Nope. We're permanent residents so see... stuck with me here. At least until you go home.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He isn't sure what to say. That's good news for him, but...]

Sorry. Didn't know.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head.] It's not your fault. I didn't know you when I died so...there's nothing for you to be sorry about.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Well, I should've... I dunno. I should know more stuff about... stuff.