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[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Wednesday also brings Rose as War, yes, that War, the horse(wo)man of the apocolypse]

My God you lot are boring. If I'm not out trying to get myself killed all week, I at least expect something to keep me busy.

And the faster someone turns on the lights, the better. I still hate being in the dark.

((So, because War is fun! threadhopping is encouraged, but really only so everyone gets into fights and stuff. The more violent, the better! No death, please, though. The unwritten rule, and all that jazz. So yes, being around Rose right now=unexplained urges to fight and whatnot. Go for it.))

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[doctorate.livejournal.com]

And what would that be? "No"?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

No.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Lovely. Brilliant. And how long are you gonna keep that up?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Keep what up?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

This Mary, Mary quite contrary act.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I wasn't being contrary that time.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Then why aren't you telling me?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

You never said whether or not you wanted me to!

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure I said tell me.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Not directly.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

What, "tell me" isn't direct enough for you?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Not really.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

If you're really insisting on making it this complicated for you to tell me the truth, then I'm really not bothering.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Saying things like that is the reason I can't say it as easily as you'd like me to.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

What, because I've pointed out the fact that you're making me jump through hoops?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

No, the not bother stuff.

How am I supposed to tell you that I love you and that I hate fighting with you and that you frustrate me because I can't seem to do much else and for some reason I can't keep it all inside when you're around when we're arguing about giving up on each other? It's really not that easy, you know.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[-- wow, way to catch him off-guard. And also to strike him speechless. And also to make him feel really, really bad. So he's staring down at the ground for now.]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[This is why Rose normally keeps these things to herself]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[He's still angry, though, what with War!Rose being nearby, but he knows he really shouldn't be; he doesn't look up, and he chalks it up to a wounded pride.]

It's hard to tell, you know. We just keep fighting and fighting, and it's hard to tell whether or not that's you directly or just the frustration.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

And bottled up emotions.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Yeah. Add that into the mix, too.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

You're like someone who shakes a can of soda and then opens it.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

That sounds a fair bit like you too, you know.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Walks towards him. Because she can.] You're soda, too?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[aaah, his temper's starting to build again.]

-- I'm what?