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So this place is kind of quiet.
Pirates aside, I mean.
But I really don't miss the zombies.
You have no idea how much I really don't miss the fucking zombies.

[Private to R]
I don't mean you, R.
Obviously.
I mean I don't even really think of you as one of them anymore.

[Private to Koizumi]
So, I've been thinking. Can we talk?

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Okay.

[Good, then. She lets go of one of his hands but keeps the other, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear.]

Come on, let's keep walking.

[ He's holding that hand a little tighter, looking at his own feet.
Best day ever. ]

Okay.

[She walks quietly with him for a while, occasionally squeezing his hand or bumping his shoulder against his. After a while, though, she looks up and watches his face for a few moments before she speaks.]

Hey, R..? Do you have dreams?

[ There's a pause. He has to think about it. Dream? ]

Mm- maybe? But I don't... [ He tilts side to side. He doesn't even know how to word this. He's really disappointed in his speaking ability right now. ]

-...sleep? [ He hasn't been doing that nap thing to actually determine if 'dream' is a plural. He definitely did once before coming here. Or was that him hallucinating on remaining brains in his teeth? R hasn't exactly had a reason to lay down and stare at a ceiling long enough to drift and find out. ]

Edited 2013-11-13 23:14 (UTC)

[While he thinks, she's watching him again. Her thumb draws an idle circle on the softer part of his hand, between the topmost bones of his thumb and forefinger.]

Huh... I guess you don't. [That had been something she noticed while he'd been keeping her in the aeroplane. She never once saw him sleeping.]

You don't need to, do you? Not at all?

Not at all.

[ The dead don't sleep. Which is ironic in some ways considering the whole 'rest in peace' thing. There's no resting here. Though, he supposes once you actually drop for good-good then you finally get that sleeping. ]

I'd like to. [ Because it seems nice and significantly less creepy. ]

Hm...

[She swings their hands idly, her free one moving up to tuck her scarf a bit closer to her chin.]

Have you tried it? Maybe you just need practice. [It's a joke.. mostly.]

[ He's pulling his hood up with his free one. Maybe it was bit cold after all. ]

Prac...tice? [ Are you joking, Julie? He can't even tell right now. ] I haven't tried.

[Maybe you need to practice that 'humour' thing, too, R. It's fine, she'll help you.]

Then maybe you should. [She lightly jostles against him, bumping her chin against his shoulder.] See what happens.

[ That might be a legitimate suggestion instead of a joke... Yeah, she's suggesting it now. That was definitely not a joke.

He probably should practice. Like actually lay in his bed. Staying up wandering around Juanes creeping out any shop-lifters or playing hoarded music while your nocturnal roommate calls his guidance counselor is probably not the best way to spend nights. ]

Worth a shot.

I'll sit with you, if you want.

[A shrug.]

I mean, I kind of owe you one anyway.

[ You mean sit and watch him while he tries to sleep?
Don't be creepy, Julie.

That was kind of hilarious. He's so funny.
...God, he needs more friends. ]

You don't owe... one.

[Well. In the room. Reading a book or something. Please, R, she's not a lovesick sparkly vampire or something.]

I owe you more than one, but I was trying to be generous.

[ *Lovesick undead thing.
Guilty. ]

No owing... It was f-free of charge.

Hmmm.

[She fixes him with a stern look.]

You're making this difficult, you know.

[ Am not. A sad attempt at mimicking her stern look goes here. ]

[She can't hold it for long against that. She starts laughing.]

[ Does that mean he won this one? He half smiles. ]

Hmmm.

Wow, R... Don't make that face again, okay?

[Pfffhaha.

But, ah, there's that cute smile again.]

Even some Living people don't have a sense of humour like yours.

That bad...?

[ He's making the face again to try and figure out how it looks on himself. Feel it out or something. Then stops after a second and shrugs.
It's a unique humor. ]

It's just the kind of humour I'd want in a zombie boyfriend.

[She winks at him then turns her attention forwards again, kicking up a bit of sand.]

[ Hah...Wait, what?

Fuck.

He almost tripped and then stopped dead in his tracks. (No pun intended). R's expression went back to blank staring then to raised eyebrows. A look of surprise. She's winking. Hold up here, Julie. Can we get clarification the "boyfriend" thing?

Don't be joking. He can't take it. ]

Edited 2013-11-29 00:42 (UTC)

[With her fingers tangled in his, she's pulled to a halt when he stops and looks over her shoulder, still smiling.]

What's up? You look like you're BSODing, there.

Z....zz..mm.. [ Oh no. Skip the zombie part. We're not using the zed word. It's not politically correct and your tongue can't get it out right. ] ...b-boy.

[ --BSODing is what now? Does anyone else feel like wiggly jelly here? He closes his eyes and lets out a breath. ]

You said. [ That thing you totally just said. ]

[She stops, turns, leaning in as if being closer might help in drawing the word out.

No such luck, but she can take a decent guess.]

I saaaid... boyfriend?

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