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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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[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?

[ THAT. Yes.

He gave such a quick nod in response that for a second he thought his skin could have ripped on the back of his neck and his head was going to fall on the floor and roll away from him.

...What? It could happen. He's seen that happen. ]

[A beat.]

... Is it okay? I guess I.. really should've asked first.

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