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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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[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[he nods.] Nerves, right. Gotcha.

[He turns to the side and holds out the screwdriver dramatically, squinting one eye shut and taking a deep breath. On the exhale, he presses down and sends green paint exploding in all directions.

And, because he's good at following directions, he presses the screwdriver back into Lucy's hand, using the proximity as an excuse to pull her in and kiss her again.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Oh she likes boys that follow directions and this time, she tiptoes up into the kiss, not letting him get away with one of those soft, gentle, light kisses.

She's definitely going for distraction here.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[His hand slides up from her wrist to her shoulder, drawing her in gently as he smiles into the kiss. Distraction is a definite can-do here, inasmuch as it means getting to be close to The Girl.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[If she knew he called her The Girl in his head there would be simultaneous awwing and absolute fear and a good deal of tumbling head long even faster into love with him.

She keeps the kiss unbroken, running her fingers through his hair until her knees are weak, her whole body is tingling and she's no longer worried about anything: feelings or being nauseous from nerves. The best and possibly only good thing about being City!Dead is that she can kiss him until he can't catch his breath. She pulls away with a grin.]

Okay. Focus. One paint can left and it's the red one. Gonna help a girl out and shoot it with me?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He grins.] Sure.

[He moves to stand behind her, arms wrapping around to match up with hers. He saw a guy at an arcade teaching a girl how to play Area 51 like this once, so he'll play the cool guy for a second and do the same.] Right. Focusing.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[And he steps up to the plate. Good boy. Of course she's going to put some wiggling into the whole equation. She points the laser screw driver at the paint can, wiggles a little more and tilts her head back to look up at him.]

Ready when you are, Stud.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He offers a toothy smile down at her, and shifts on his feet like he's stepped up to home plate.]

On three?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She grins back and nods.]

1

2

3!

[And they manage to blow the red paint can away, red paint exploding all over everything.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

That's friggin' sweet! Looks like a campaign on some kind of alien shooter game now. [He laughs and wraps his arms around her, pulling her back against him.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She laughs, leaning back against him, relaxed that way.]

We've shot all the things. Now what?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He leans in, smiling against her hair.]

Now, we... I dunno. Clean this up, or celebrate or victory or something.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I vote clean up and then celebrate. Possibly a shower in between. [Because she's going to make sure they both get covered in paint before things are cleaned up.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

'Kay, sounds good. Wait, shower why?
[And, yup, he's walking directly into that one.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She grins at him, grabs his hand and unwinds from him so she can look at him.]

We're going to get very dirty.