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 Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 7:34 pm
"That would make me really happy," Sasha murmured against Jerry's chest, rubbing a hand along his ribs before tugging on his scarf.
"We can play now, or.. well. What time is it? I should.." she pulled away from Jerry, patting her pockets for her phone. Sasha checked for any new messages, and finding none from the doctor, she gave Jerry a smile.
"We can play now, if you want, Jerry. I hid my flute in the bunks."
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 10:32 pm
He relaxed a bit with a brighter smile, "Mine too! Or er... my guitar I mean- in the bunkers," He twisted his hands, before drawing himself upright.
He debated his options.
Alphawolfalphawolfalphawolf.
He reached for her hand and limped toward the door.
Hand holding was alright, right?
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 10:58 pm
Sasha happily took Jerry's hand, swinging it between them as they walked.
"We should start cleaning out the dorms. I really miss like.. having my own place to sleep. And keep my things."
She started humming then, every so often squeezing his hand.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 11:15 pm
He fell silent, swinging his hand along with her's as he hummed as well, an aimless attempt to harmonize with whatever it was she was singing. "Oh- we... we could go work on that if you like! We... we could make a game of it?" Not the most romantic way to spend the afternoon, but... productive. And enjoyable if Sasha was there with him.
Roar had been itching for some action again.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 9:01 am
"As much as I don't want to.. especially after what happened at the school," she cleared her throat and paused, brushing her hair over her shoulder as they walked, "I really think it would be like, um... mentally best for everyone. If they got cleared out."
She grinned up at him, head tilted to the side.
"A game?"
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 6:03 pm
"Y-you know, like... who can kill the most?" He smiled weakly, forcing himself to look eager.
There wasn't the prospect of a moment's privacy for Jerry when they returned. Somehow, he doubted Killzone trusted him on his own just yet. Maybe things would change if they put forth a good effort and he stayed out of trouble? Maybe.
"I d-don't know, I've... I've been sort of.. enjoying the bunkers. Safety in numbers, you know?"
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 8:22 pm
Sasha hummed thoughtfully.
"Safety in numbers, sure but.. what about, like. Privacy."
She blushed.
"A game sounds fun. Maybe we could invite Rin? Or Wash, or both?"
Sasha leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked, a content smile on her face.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 8:37 pm
He relaxed a bit, smiling softly as he enjoyed the soft pressure against his shoulder. "P-privacy, yeah..." He mumbled distantly.
When he had raided the rooms, the bunk beds were still there. What if there was some... friendly fire? Blasts were often difficult to control when they went awry...
"I could text them! Did um. Did you want to... to do a little... musical warm up? Before we go?"
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 7:11 am
"Of course. For now, the dorms can um. They can wait. Music first. It's ..been a strange morning, honestly."
She wasn't sure what had happened; there had been a time that even talking to Candace the way she had this morning would never have happened. She would have taken the 'good girl' - the pats on the head - all of it without thinking twice. It had always been something she'd needed.
Sasha was coming to realize that she was stronger than that. It was a remarkable feeling. She enjoyed it, maybe a little too much... but it was empowering.
"It'll be the first time we've played together. That's.. that's terrible!" Sasha chuckled softly.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 12:53 pm
"We've... been busy," Jerry smiled meekly, also chuckling at the ludicrousness of their lack of "jamming". "And distracted," He added, pursing his lips and only pulling away from her as they passed the bed he had hid his guitar under.
"Sasha? Um."
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 1:03 pm
Sasha had tucked her flute beneath the mattress on one of the bottom bunks, and as she retrieved it she gave him a smiling glance.
"Yes, Jerry?"
She unclasped the case of the flute to make sure everything was in order before snapping it shut, giving him all of her attention.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 2:04 pm
His face went red as he checked to make sure no one had fiddled with his guitar while his back was turned. "Um. N-nevermind. Where... where would you like to ah... Jam? Ahaha. We could attempt some fresh air and not bother people down here..."
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 2:30 pm
"Nevermind? And, ah.. Fresh air would be.. better, I think."
Sasha beamed at him.
"What do you want to play? I don't know much um. Modern stuff? But I'm a fast learner. When we get some leave I want to ahh.. you know, broaden my horizons."
She bounced on the balls of her feet, growing animated.
"I know we talked about France, but. I think.. maybe we should go somewhere else. Rome, or Barcelona, or anywhere. I want to.. experience something new, you know? With you. Somewhere neither of us have been."
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 2:34 pm
"I'm sure that's a lot of places," He smiled anew as he strapped the guitar to his back, "I'd... I'd really like that. I haven't... felt myself in a long while, you know? It... it would be nice. To get away. For... for a bit."
He reached for her hand again so they could make their way above ground, "Do you know any Beatles? Or ah... what about The Doors? Oh! There's a flute solo in California Dreaming by the Beach Boys..."
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 2:42 pm
"Believe me, I know," solemnly said, but Sasha kept smiling. "I think it's.. I think a little trip would be really good for us. For um.. for all of us."
That smile broke into a laugh when Jerry started talking about what she could only assume were musical artists.
"No, I don't! But I want to learn!" She squeezed his hand, tucking the flute beneath her arm.
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