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 Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 6:30 pm
Claire was a tiny bit mad.
So, he wanted to meet up. She didn't understand what she had done wrong and she was not prepared for Roch to go off at her again. Honestly, why did he care if Moure didn't play an instrument or if they didn't have much in common? Claire was 15, dammit, and it wasn't like she was going for a full-on relationship, she just wanted somebody to be close to.
However.
Roch had texted her to meet outside the maths classrooms on a table that had so much graffiti on it that it looked like someone had copied down an entire book of tags there.
She sat down with a :l expression and waited for Roch to come. She promised herself she'd go with an open mind and she would not get mad.
Then Roch arrived.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 6:35 pm
There was something wrong with him, it seemed. His hair hung down, with tiny spots of black on some of the tips, and lacking most of the purple that it had had earlier. He wore a new pair of black pants and his vest, which he hadn't bothered to zip. Basically he looked like hell.
His guitar hung over his back. Why? He felt more confident when he had his guitar. "Hey," he said quietly as he sat down on the other end of the bench, resting his elbows on his knees and looking over, and slightly up at her.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 6:40 pm
Claire looked down at the ground as she said "Hello." as calmly as she could. She bit her lip and waited a while, thinking of what to say before picking at the table with her head resting on her left hand.
What do I say? Do I apologise? I haven't really done anything wrong, have I? Um. Hmm. Er... I'll have to wing it.
"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings at prom." she said, not looking at him still.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 6:48 pm
He took a deep breath, running a hand over his face. "Claire? My ma was a gluttony demon," he said quietly, not looking at her. "I don't want you to tell people about this, it ain't any of their business. But... I just don't--I mean--"
He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest and staring up at the sky. "Maybe I'm taking this too personal. Sorry about that."
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 7:00 pm
This caught Claire by surprise. She looked up at him and watched him intently as he talked. "Mine was too. T-though that's pretty, uh, obvious..." she looked back at the ground before saying "I-I don't tell people everything. That stuff I said on groanspring... I just... wasn't aware it was a secret since it concerned me, too. I'm sorry about that."
She stopped for a moment and thought about his last statement.
"You shouldn't apologise for taking something to a personal level... not if you're being hurt. Well, don't apologise to me, anyway. Or at least... don't mean the apology. I think sometimes everyone needs to apologise to themselves, silly as it may seem. Because if something is too personal, you need to re-think it through and-- I don't know where I'm going with this. I hope that didn't sound dumb." she explained it quietly, and she looked up as she said the last bit to see his expression.
She hated hurting people.
"If you want to tell me about her, you can. If you don't, you don't. I might be able to relate to her and... I don't know." She rested her head on the table. Thinking hurt.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 7:05 pm
He looked at her, a little smile tugging on the corner of his lips, but it didn't quite reach his very emotional eyes. "Well... my dad and her, I never really--I can't really remember them ever being together. He hardly came home, and all she did was... drink," he said with a snort. "Pathetic isn't it? She ran out of booze and she ran out on us. And I look at you, and I wonder... what if she was like you at this age? You know, sweet, innocent, nothing like what I remember?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 7:15 pm
Claire tilted her head slightly as he spoke. Claire had had her fair share of booze, and the thought of becoming like Roch's mother made her cringe. No more alcohol for Claire!
"Please kick me in the face if I'm being super unhelpful, okay? I know you were talking about personal stuff before, and, um, judging by what you said I don't think it was a personal thing. Only cause glutton demons aren't all food-obsessed. My grandmother liked pottery and her house was full of pots. She ate only slightly more than a normal person... I'm guessing because you like to eat your mother must have at least eaten quite a bit, but if she got into alcohol (even only a little bit) earlier it would have become a... glutton thing. Like I have lots of gloves in my dorm, it's cause I like to collect them and the more the better. If I had a partner for example and they didn't have any food I would go mad, because it's what I rely on. Even if I loved them with all my heart, it'd be basically impossible for me to survive. It's like an addiction. I just... I'm sorry if that doesn't help..." she had a hopeless expression on her face and she understood why it was hard for Roch now.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 7:22 pm
"Claire, you're missing the point," Roch said. "What I'm saying is, I wouldn't be surprised if my old man drove her to drink. Cuz they had nothing in common to keep them together except for the booze he bought."
He went silent, then looked at her. "A date is fine. Just don't... get too serious about someone you don't even know that well, okay?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 7:27 pm
"Y-yeah... I understand." she said quietly, looking at the floor again. He probably knew more about it than she did and questioning it further would end well, as she knew from experience. She grabbed a hamburger out of her bag and started eating it before looking up at Roch and remembering he liked to eat. She grabbed another and slid it across the table for him. "Wolf meat..." she said. Claire didn't want to reply to the dating thing. Going further into it would only end up hurting both of them so she just nodded. "I had a fun prom anyway, thank you for... 'inviting' me." she said with a slight laugh.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 7:31 pm
He took the burger and unwrapped it, inhaling it easily. "Man, today has been SO hectic," he told her, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. "Danny stole my comb," he told her. "Then I had to chase her all over campus to get it back. And she BURNT a second pair of my jeans, not to mention my hair!"
Then he stopped, looking at her. "Did you really cut your own hair?" he asked her. "Cuz I've even got burnt ends now. I seriously need a hair cut."
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 7:34 pm
"And I dye my own hair, too!" she pulled off her beanie that she was wearing to reveal... BLONDE HAIR? She made a face before saying "I grabbed the wrong bottle, you see. Now... yeah. Why did she steal your comb? And I can help you out if you like. I like to do hair."
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 7:37 pm
"I know how to dye it, but if you could give me a cut I'd appreciate it," he said, running a hand through his hair. "And I have no idea what goes through her mind," he added. "I mean, most likely she wanted it because it was shiny," he drawled, amused despite himself. "Or maybe she was going to give it to her dog as a chew toy, hell if I know."
He stood, looking around. "We're gonna need some scissors, huh? You got any?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 7:39 pm
Claire grinned for the first time in days and pulled a pair of scissors, some hairspray, a comb and some gel from her amazingly convenient bag, jumped on the table, span Roch around and started brushing his hair. "You want a mohawk thing, right? Like you had before?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 7:42 pm
"Not a full mohawk," he said, sitting on the ground in front of her. "But like I had it. Longer on top, short on the side and the back." This was a big sign of trust, but he was a little desperate now. "Thanks, Claire," he said quietly as he held still for her to start. "And... I didn't mean to make you cry."
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 7:46 pm
"Alrighty... And that's okay. I was just very confused."
Snip, snip snip
She measured his hair between her fingers and made sure that the back of his hair was as long as the sides.
"Is Danny a fire demon?" she said as she continued cutting
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