war is expensive.

> well we managed to kill another five minutes of war. > wanna catch a rat and make it a pet ?

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BUNBURIE.

     Nobody told her to prepare for this. “We can order a pizza with the money if you want.”

    ‘ i like that, i like that compromise. ’ she wags a thoughtful finger in cecilia’s face. ‘ i guess you’re okay afterall. ’

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 @sameriver.

‘ so if your boyfriend’s like eight feet tall, -does he have to crouch down to kiss you ? ’

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@bunburie.

‘ isn’t it kinda unfair that you get paid for hanging out with me and i just stay broke ? ’

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HELODRAMA.

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‘  hey… what’s it like?  ’  said in that quiet, curious quentin voice. like you’re another piece of trivia to file away, underneath magic healing springs and spell-breaking riddles. ‘  going to war. coming back.  ’ 

it’s too easy to romanticize the thought in the dark, distracted by a warm body and a mind that’s lulled half to sleep by a highly relative sense of quiet.  ‘ god, that’s a loaded question. that’s not an easy question. anyway, i don’t think all of me came back. ’

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WALKINDVDE.

Randall can work with teetering, any level of unhinged is enough to let him in. He’s in the doorway with little light behind him and then he’s across from BJ, in his space, arms folded and casual. ‘You lost count, yet?’

bj’s eyes narrow, pulling his guard up further until his shoulders are hunched and tense. he doesn’t like the exception for vulnerability, he prefers to sit on his sorrows and stew.  ‘ don’t know why’d you wanna hear about my grief. --you run out of your own problems to work through ?   ’

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MEMORYSERVED.

Jesus christ, this can’t be a real conversation.

   “I’m a Sanrio type.”

       ‘ that’s the hello kitty company, right ? my girl likes one of the birds, it’s a penguin i think.  -there is a penguin right ? ’

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ROSULAS.

          an autograph might soothe that anger he speaks so fondly about — but edith’s never been the kind to extend that kind of an offer. she pushes a small huff of laughter through her lips, though the sound is distracted. a beat goes by. then she’s standing on tip-toe, moving a tuft of his hair back into place. did he manage to keep it from matting in vietnam ? 

            “look young to be a father.”

he’s pleasantly surprised at the easy air of familiarity. you’re told to expect famous people are rotten in the flesh, but edith is an example to the contrary. maybe it’s a little naive to be so enamored with that and the niceness of strangers in general, but it helps. the world sucks and every little bit helps.   

             ‘ oh, well, that’s just my face. i feel old on the inside. ’ 

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GLSHOUS.

  “Fighting wars,” he clarifies softly. “I’ll be fighting wars until I die.” He knows that’ll never come. He’ll hit the ether and his essence will wait until it’s strong enough to return; he will be right back where he started. Ben tucks a hand under his knee and shifts his injured leg. He sees bedsores in his future.    “My superior officers don’t know a damn thing.”

      he’s doing his best to follow the thought, nodding like he knows, even when there’s so much lost in translation. for whatever the doctor-patient relationship is worth, they’re still outright strangers. it’s to be expected. 

     ‘  it’s very well that they don’t. doesn’t change the fact that they’ve rubbed their hands all of your future, though. ’

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WALKINDVDE.

That gets a nice cable TV comedy audience laugh, the right amount of voices behind it funnelling down to just one, ‘how’s your head?’ Although close to BJ, there’s space between them. Randall keeps his distance like a bad trip, the monkey on your back who won’t leave you once he’s there, no matter how you try to shake him.

‘ still screwed on. ’  which is to say he’s fine, more or less. he’s sitting cross legged on his unmade bed, a luxury afforded out of deference to being top notch at cutting people up. the brass like him off the front and in a m.u.s.t., and with all the psuedo comforts of home? there’s no reason to complain. it keeps bj teetering on this side of sane. 

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WALKINDVDE.

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He’s wearing the uniform, same as BJ, his hair is more flower-child. His boots aren’t clean and neither are BJ’s hands. Part and parcel of the job, he might say. He’s alone until Randall is near him and it’s questionable even then as the shadow takes him. He was part of a protest, not so long ago.

‘Look at you, lookin’ good.’ 

he should really stop thinking he’s seen it all. every time he makes that brazen assumption, something inevitably comes along to poke a hole right through it. randall waltzing up to him with the same features is not a sight he’s ever thought to anticipate. but that’s his own nose. that’s his mouth, his chin.  

        ‘ don’t flatter yourself, it’s unbecoming. ’

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DUUALITY.

     “Finally? I’ve been socked a bunch of times. In the mouth and other places. You really oughta learn to manage your words better, Blowjob. Other, less hearty, people might be offended by that kinda talk. You’re lucky everything rolls off me like water off of a duck’s back.” He’s very smug, is the thing.

     ‘ you don’t have to worry about me, james. i’ve got a solid right hook. people can get offended all they want, i’m fully prepared for that outcome. ’  he cracks a big grin, and in this light, it makes his whole expression look a little shit-eating. 

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DUUALITY.

     “So between the bird-watching and the dog-watching, you got any time at all to fix me up if I get shot to shit? I ask because I’m concerned for my wellbeing. This place ain’t a damn zoo.”

      ‘  i wouldn’t be too sure about that, it’s close enough. people-watching, animal-watching, same difference.  that said, don’t you worry about my time. i got a whole lot of it free for stitchin’, i’ll be ready when someone finally socks you in the mouth. ’