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[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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[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.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She reaches over and loops her hand under his arm, resting it on his bicep. She's not sure if she's identifying with Neil or Link right now but either way, she figures it's not a bad reaction.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Yes. This is good. Lucy keeps sticking around at the parts where most girls seem to flee.]

Maybe I'll show you sometime. 'S more swords and arrows than guns and explosives, but it's good.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Okay but you have to promise not to be disappointed if I'd rather do my nails while you do the swords and arrows thing.

[She's good at that as long as she doesn't realize she's digging a nice, deep, relationship shaped hole she will later have an impossible time getting out of when she panics about the possibility of being tossed out of the relationship shaped hole at a later date.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, no problem. It's more interesting than it sounds, though, I swear.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Then I will come watch the little green guy with the arrows and the swords. Is he hot at least? Or do you dress up as him when you play?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, no, he totally is. [Cough. Throat clearing.] Uhmm, I think. Not that I'd know. And I totally did cosplay as him at a con once, but that didn't really come with me to the City.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Well she did ask. The cosplay confession gets a grin out of her.] Were there tights?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He's been getting to be more bold with her, little by little, but he's still kind of regretting admitting to that so easily.] There may have been tights. There is no evidence to prove or disprove anything one way or another.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She lets out a squealy laugh, tilting her head back a little. The getting more bold is good. Her best friend in the City was Hardison, king of the geeks.] You are such a liar. Camera phones and internet. There is always evidence.