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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]

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.

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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?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy glances around the area then shrugs.] Maybe. The paint cans might be loud.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Guess we'll see. [He gives a little indulgent bow and arm gesture.] I think you're up first.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She grins at him, fishes the screwdriver out of her purse and adopts a very sassy pose, her weight back on one hip, screwdriver in both hands like a gun, one eye squinted shut. She shoots at a watermelon, hits it and squeals.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He throws a fist in the air and lets out an appreciative whoop.]

Totally can't even tell what that was anymore!

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She holds out the laser screwdriver, a grin still on her face.]

Your turn. We need a whole field full of things to shoot. Maybe pumpkins when it gets pumpkin time.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He takes the screwdriver and fires off a well-aimed blast at the other watermelon, and grins widely at the resulting havoc.]

Pumpkins would be totally sweet! That's how we should celebrate Hallowe'en.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

And it's good! [Arms go up in the air. Celebrating exploding fruit must be done.] But with dressing up. That's the fun part of Halloween.

[If she realizes she's suddenly just made plans for months into the future, she might panic but so far she's too busy with the exploding fruit.]