89. Promises

[corrinesbell]

[Sheena's in the backyard, one fighting knife in each hand, attacking the life out of the trunk of a tree.

You know you want to know]

Comments

[corrinesbell]

What do you want?

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

...I wanted to see if you were okay.

[corrinesbell]

Well I'm fine.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Well, if you're fine, I'd hate to be the tree when you're not.

[corrinesbell]

...I wasn't trying to do that to the tree okay! Geez!

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

I get that. C'mere a sec.

[corrinesbell]

What for?

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

I was going to give you a hug, but if you don't want one, that's fine too.

[corrinesbell]

Are you gonna use it as an excuse to grope me?

[she is not happy. And still holding those knives. Good luck getting her to drop them though]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Hon, you appear to be upset, and are holding sharp objects. I'm not suicidal.

[corrinesbell]

I'm not upset!

[except that knife just landed square between Zelos' feet. What. She looks at her empty hand and then at him]

...Sorry...

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[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[...You're a scary woman sometimes, Sheena. Gulp.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

You're a horrible liar.

[Of course, now he's eyeing the other knife.]

[corrinesbell]

[drops the other knife and turns away]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Oh, this is depressing. Boyfriend hug is a go. Now with 100% less groping!]

[corrinesbell]

[doesn't move]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

You know, I'd make you promise that you won't be the next one to disappear, but that'd be wrong of me.

[corrinesbell]

They're never gonna send me home.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

You two were here the longest. You deserve to get out of this hellhole.

[corrinesbell]

There're people who've been here longer than me still. ...But not a lot.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Bleh. Way to be a Debbie downer, Sheena. He's snuggling his face into your shoulder now, secrecy be damned.]

[corrinesbell]

[hey, who is looking to who(m?) for comfort here. Zelos should convince her to go inside]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Mutual emotardedness, here.]

It's too damn cold out, let's go inside.

[corrinesbell]

Okay.

[goes to collect her knives though]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[He waits, frowning at the snow.]