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?

Comments

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

You might need to take up smoking cigars.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[That makes Lucy wrinkle up her nose.] Maybe I could do a pipe. Cigars just have that smell. Pipes are nicer smelling.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

I think that'll work. As long as you sit in a leather chair while you smoke it.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

The swivel-y kind and I'll wear a really fierce pair of heels that look like they could double as a weapon and put my feet up on the desk then glare threateningly.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

That sounds perfect. If that were a movie, I'd see it like ten times. And then buy the DVD.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

And have a poster on your ceiling above your bed.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that too. I might draw the line at fan fiction.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Oh come on! You know you want to write stories about our mafia! [She's laughing as she says it, pushing the cart along the road.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He laughs.] We'll see. I might be able to be talked into it.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I'll keep working on you. I'm stubborn that way.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

I'm starting to notice that, yeah.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

But it's a totally charming quality in me.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[She'll get a besotted smirk for that.]

'Course.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

You know all the ways to make me smile.

[Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<small.[and>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.]

You know all the ways to make me smile. <small.[And he gets a big grin for that.]</small>

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

You seem to be kinda good at that, too.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Psh. I'm totally a professional at this. I have a certificate and everything.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Oh, I should have realised I was dealing with a pro. I don't stand a chance, then.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy isn't even sure at this point what they're talking about but she's not sure it matters.]

Fear not, young Skywalker, I'll show you the way. Later I'll get on your back and you can run around the obstacle course.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil turns bright red, on account of occasionally he has the mentality of a thirteen-year-old boy, and his mind definitely just turned that into a euphemism, intentional or not.]

D'you think my midi-chlorian count is high enough for that?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She ponders that a moment, lips pursed. She's also trying to follow where his mind went that made him blush so brightly. It doesn't take her long before she bursts out laughing. She actually was being literal but his way is better. She reaches over, running her fingertips over the curve of his neck.]

We may have to work up to it, make sure you can handle the exertion. [She bites her bottom lip then confesses] More of a surface Star Wars geek, what are midi-chlorian counts?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Oh, uh. [He rubs at his nose, a little embarrassed. His geekiness is showing again.]

Midi-chlorians are like these particles in your blood, and the more you have, the stronger the Force is in you. That's the short version, but that's the basic idea.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[He's lucky he's an adorable geek]

In that case, I think your midi-chlorians are very high.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Uhmm, you too.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy comes to a stop by an empty lot. She looks over to Neil and then looks back to the lot.] This looks as good a place as any to shoot things.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, looks good. [He picks a spot and begins unloading their cargo, arranging it to make a miniature shooting range.] What d'you think? Think we'll draw an audience?