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markofthebrave) wrote2011-07-04 09:52 pm
markofthebrave) wrote2011-07-04 09:52 pm
BACKDATED to July 3rd [ Action, Voice ] .049
[Today, Katara sleeps in far later than her custom - in fact, she won't wake up until around one. No one in the house particularly wants her up, and when she does wake she feels as if a platypus bear has been playing kickball with her head. Everything is stuffed in cotton. And then some remaining memories of the past few days filter in through the pain, and suddenly Katara doesn't want to wake up.
She rolls over and finds her journal, blinking the lights from her eyes.]
Did you ever wake up feeling like you owed half the village an apology?
[She shuts the book, having overestimated her ability to do and be... anything. Everything hurts right now, and it's only several hours later when she'll get up out of the bed and make responses to anyone who may have responded back to her post.
If anyone in the house feels like ministering to a girl with a hell of of an experimental hangover, she'll be in her room and then in the kitchen, holding her head in her hands as she drinks water. It doesn't seem that Nala works for hangovers, and her concentration is way too shot to try to fix her own headache.]
She rolls over and finds her journal, blinking the lights from her eyes.]
Did you ever wake up feeling like you owed half the village an apology?
[She shuts the book, having overestimated her ability to do and be... anything. Everything hurts right now, and it's only several hours later when she'll get up out of the bed and make responses to anyone who may have responded back to her post.
If anyone in the house feels like ministering to a girl with a hell of of an experimental hangover, she'll be in her room and then in the kitchen, holding her head in her hands as she drinks water. It doesn't seem that Nala works for hangovers, and her concentration is way too shot to try to fix her own headache.]
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[Which is great, and horrible, and like a ticking bomb because sooner or later... they'll all go home.]
But actually, I have to go talk with Shikamaru.
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Though she didn't know he was friends with Katara, either.
And Katara won't appreciate the first response that comes to mind, either. Good for him. So after a faint, thoughtful pause, she keeps packing the basket, voice low and sympathetic.]
Friend of yours, I take it.
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[She picks up a napkin in her hands, twists it.]
We were... together in February. And we became closer after that. And the last time I saw him... I was like that.
[She never thought she'd be grateful to be forgotten.]
So I want to see how Shikamaru's doing, and I want to hear what Chouji's going back into. [Shrug] Besides, sometimes people go back in pairs. Especially when they showed up together.
[So she wants to say goodbye. To at least one of them.
And she ducks her head to keep back tears. Caring hurts.]
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If you were that close, he'd know you well enough not to hold that week against you. It's not like any of us do.
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...I'm pretty sure I tried to kiss him. In front of Trafalgar.
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A kiss is manageable. Law's smart enough and Chouji's smart enough to know that in experiments, all bets are off.
[Are you?]
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That's not it. I mean, yeah, that's embarrassing, but...
[But the last thing she did was embarrass and humiliate someone she cared about.]
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[Her smile is fragile, like cracked glass.]
1/2
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[Her voice is quiet and a little numb, but she follows along gamely enough.
...and then much good times were had?]
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