11.) [audio.]

[ijustlivehere]

Okay, yeah, this sucks. I'll admit it, okay? I hate that nobody ever wants to... no, y'know what? Forget people not ever wanting to do anything, people don't even hardly know I'm there unless I say something. It blows and I hate it and I'm... lonely. Okay? I said it, are you all happy now?

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[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

If it ends up like that, it's just 'cause no one else is good enough for us. I can live with that.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I think this one is good. [She picks up the watermelon and goes to put it in the cart.]

More room in the super secret lair for us.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[The watermelon selection process is a completely mystery to Neil, so he'll just trust her.]

Yeah. Two's company, and all that.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She knows enough. Besides, it's not like they're going to eat the watermelons. She picks another one and puts it in the cart as well.]

Three's a crowd so does that make four a party?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Sounds about right.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

So we'll have to find 2 more people to join our club or just stick to the two of us.

(She grins mischievously at him)

Sound kinky

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil coughs. And okay, maybe there's a little bit of squirming and blushing.]

Right, er--? Paint next, eh?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[The squirming and blushing makes her giggle. She loops her arm through his, her hand going to his forearm.]

Paint and we'll take it slow with the orgies.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He smiles sideways at her as he looks for paint, after a while coming across a row of small cans.]

What's your favourite colour?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Crimson. After that, bright yellow.

[Crimson because it's Alabama's color and yellow just because it's happy.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He picks the corresponding cans, sliding the handles onto his arm so he can take green, too.]

I'll remember that.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Worried there's going to be a test? [She'll let him handle the paint.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Nah, just thinkin' it might come in handy sometime.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Her brow furrows and she nods. Words stick in her throat, clearly uncomfortable. She clears her throat and forces a smile.] Just not in a football uniform. Then you're Iowa State and I'm not even sure they want to be them.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil ducks his head, embarrassed. He's pretty sure he said something weird.]

Iowa's no good, okay. Gotcha.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[More like he said something very right.]

Not that I've got anything against corn. Add some cream, sugar and a little corn starch, it's nothing short of amazing.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

That definitely sounds pretty awesome. Never had that.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I'm an awesome cook. I'll make it sometime and you can try it. It's creamed corn but the canned stuff is awful. You have to have it homemade.

[Awkward moment over. It's a good thing.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Defintiely a good thing.]

That's amazing. I only know how to make bacon and mug cakes.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Mug cakes? Okay I have no idea what those are. [She heads toward the checkout with the watermelons, assuming Neil will follow with the paint.] And green? Favorite color?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

It's cake, only you don't hafta use an oven. You microwave it in a coffee mug. Also it's like five ingredients. [He follows after her, laughing slightly at himself. There's a reason Stephen does all the cooking for the two of them.]

Yeah, green's my favourite. 'Cause, uh, 'cause of LoZ, I guess.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

No way. That's awesome. I didn't even know you could make cake in a microwave. [She grew up in a big house with a full time maid who thought the microwave was blasphemous.]

LoZ? You're going to have to explain.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it is pretty awesome.

Uh, The Legend of Zelda series. They're games. I dunno, I've kinda always played 'em, since I was really little. Kinda stuck with me. [He's not going to go into how much these games actually mean to him, but it might be able to be inferred from his tone.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She gets it and he's not being judged. She figures it's not that different from watching people play football and obsessing over it. Besides, in a month or so, if she gets her hands on the 2012 season of Alabama football, she won't have any room to talk.]

And what's the green tie in?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

The main character, the playable character, Link-- it's kinda his colour. He grew up in the Kokiri forest, never knowing he wasn't one of them, and was actually another race from someplace else. Not until he started to grow, 'cause see, the Kokiri stay small their whole lives so then he knew. But even then, when he was cast out, he kept wearing green. The colour of the forest. 'Cause even though his destiny was elsewhere, that was still his home.