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[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[Private, written]

Kuga Saeko. Doctor Kuga. Researcher, First District. Office, second floor. Always typing. Had...long hair? She looked like -

...

Duran, Airedale terrier, brown. Was up to my chest, as a kid. Fuzziest mustache and eyebrows, black eyes. Favorite chew toy was the squeaky hamburger. Would never jump for the frisbee, always waited until it landed and -

[/Private]


[decisively closes the journal when she realizes that she's written more about her dead dog than her dead mother, which really, was an attempt to coax her mother's face from her memories.]

[irritated, she leaves the room, deliberately slamming the door on her way out. Fuck this shit, she's going for a motorcycle ride going for a run.]

Comments

[saikyou-saiaku.livejournal.com]

...I'll go with you. [although she is definitely NOT going to exert herself physically. At all]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[stares]

...Seriously?

[saikyou-saiaku.livejournal.com]

Yes. Why are you looking at me like that?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

I don't think I've seen you go faster than a walk. [headtilt]

[saikyou-saiaku.livejournal.com]

[chuckle] I don't intend to. I'll just keep you in sight.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[sighs, but continues walking] I don't need a baby sitter.

[saikyou-saiaku.livejournal.com]

[s-so tempted to make a smartass remark at that] Not unless you act like a child...which I doubt you will.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[glare. Was that in reference to the door slamming?]

I don't act like a child.

[saikyou-saiaku.livejournal.com]

[was it? Maybe it was. Or maybe she's saying it ftlulz]

You do sometimes.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? When?

[........]

You know what. Never mind.

[saikyou-saiaku.livejournal.com]

[okay, her smile is broader now. It's -certainly- broader]

Let's get going.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[growls and stalks off with what remains of her dignity]