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 Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 5:11 am
Leviathan wasn't exactly sure what he thought about the word 'grooviest', but apparently, he was going to have to get used to it. The disheartened lobster-boy shrugged and tipped his head sideways. "Alright. I will take your word for it," he replied, setting the headphones down on the rack. "C'mon, let's go find it," he suggested. So maybe he was a little jealous Casia had healing music and he didn't. But he was Leviathan Dagon-Hazard, one of the greatest things on earth, so surely it wouldn't be that hard for him to find some.
The teal-haired child meandered to the instrumental section and began to flip through the 'W' section. "Hey, are you sure he's in here?" Leviathan asked, brows furrowing. "I don't see any Vaughan Williams." Because why would the silly boy look in the classical section when he had asked for an instrumental? There was a word of difference between the two, especially when you were a young boy trying to avoid looking like a total tool.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 1:51 pm
Casia looked alarmed. But Vaughan Williams must be there, right? He used instruments! She went over to the section Leviathan was in, flipping through everything to no avail. In the next aisle over, her ee caught a CD that looked like the one Jane had at home. Her eyes dragged up to the sign on top of the shelf. 'Classical'. Looking back at the shelf she was browsing through, she saw 'Instrumental'.
Oops.
She wondered how she could get out of this situation without looking like a total square. Sure, he hadn't known about The Beatles, but she still wanted to seem better than he was. Biting her lip, she drummed her fingers lightly on the shelf, reviewing the conversation in her head. He had just asked for music with no words in it. She could bluff her way out. "Oh. You wanted instrumental music?" she asked, carefully trying to make it sound like he had led her mind astray. "I thought you meant classical." Looking at the instrumental shelf, she saw absolutely nothing familiar to her. She stalled. "What do you listen to at home?" she asked offhandedly.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 3:27 pm
Leviathan watched Casia continue to put on her front and he sighed. He was getting a headache. It was one of those very, very rare moments his heart gave him a good look at someone's aura. It happened in a flash, only the briefest of glimpses. He wasn't quite sure what it was, exactly, but he didn't enjoy these experiences. But whatever it was, something about Casia's aura did not match up with the face she had on.
Damn. He just wasn't in the mood to persecute today.
"I listen to whatever my dad has on," he answered off-handedly. "Speaking of, I should probably jet. Juno is going to start wondering where I am." Didn't want to go home or not, the boy would still get in trouble for not going home, period. "But, uh, thanks for the Beatles. It was pretty cool." Leviathan offered a half-hearted wave and made for the door. "I'll see you around, sometime."
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 3:40 pm
Casia shrugged. "See you later, then."
When she was sure she was out of his range of sight, she sagged a little and went back outside to wait for Jane. Her body wasn't the only thing feeling cold, the meeting with the boy had made her feel cold all over. She had become more guarded, hadn't she? She could use as much 60's slang as she wanted, she could listen to all the same songs and dress in all the same clothes, but Casia Greystone was no Casia Fairhaven. Feeling nasty and unpleasant, she watched as Jane pulled up and waved to her. Why did he even have to come up to her and make her think about these things? She sang disconsolately under her breath as she headed to Jane's car.
"You're quite content to be bad
with all the vantage you had over me .
Just cause your trouble
and don't bring your troubles to me.
Just cause your trouble
and don't bring your troubles to me."
And keep those troubling thoughts far, far away.
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