thirty-seven shots

[echivoc.livejournal.com]

[The Exorcist General is musing about the craziness he has seen today, and, well, he is happy the castle hasn't hit him (heh!!!) with this ridiculousness. But his luck is about to run out as the sun starts setting, which he is watching from a chair in the castle lobby.

The colors of the setting sun are perfect for some club lights to start flashing, and then a beat as this song starts playing: Next thing Cross knows— ]

Mr. 305! I want everybody [and now he's jumping on said chair and totally making it fall onto its back, stepping off like a g and totally disrupting Timcanpy's calm and relaxation time on top of his head.]
To get down 'cause we about to shut down

Oh, can't tell me nothing now
Baby, I know how to fly
Oh, can't nothing hold me down
I'm gonna touch the sky

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[Oh, yeah. It does. And she's just left looking at Cross, chest rising and falling just a bit from all that excitement.

Hmm.

She looks down at the closeness between them, and then back up at him before she clears her throat and takes a step back. Awkward turtle!]

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[He definitely drops her hands as she steps back, running a hand through his hair as he clears his throat.

Then he sees Timcanpy, who looks like it is still trying to process what the hell it just saw, and oh hey, you make the perfect distraction! C'mere buddy.]

So.

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[So.]

So you have a nice singing voice! [nodding] Yes.

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[So.]

And so do you. [Timcanpy nods in agreement and flies over to Parker. Sup girl.]

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[That gets a smile from Parker, and she lifts her hand to let Tim land on her hand.]

Welp.

[Awkward pause while she stares at Timcanpy and wonders how much he is worth.]

When I sang by myself earlier I meant what I said. Was this just the castle making you sing?

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[And land on her hand Tim does! Also, no selling Timcanpy. B| Or stealing, but you can borrow him.]

How honest do you want me to be?

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs, still not looking at him, eyes focused on Tim.]

As honest as you wanna be.

[We are now approaching the land of AWKWARD AND SOMEWHAT FRIGHTENING. Feelings, Parker knows not how to express them or handle them or pretty much anything at all.]

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[Clearly this location is popular, 'cause Cross is heading that way, too! He also fights down the will to walk over and make her look at him in the eye, gotdamnit.]

I think we both need some fresh air and time to ourselves. You can keep Timcanpy for the rest of the day. [Yes, yes, even better. Separation is always nice!

The one time he wishes Fatso or an Akuma would come charging through the lobby...]

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[She turns her hand around and over, watching Timcanpy flutter about trying to keep balance, an amused grin fighting to tug at the corner of her lips.

She says nothing for a good solid minute after Cross speaks, just looking at Tim and feeling as if all of her nerves are electrified.

And then she nods to Tim (still not Cross). If he doesn't want to talk about it, it's probably something that shouldn't be brought up at all, and she feels a little silly for even asking. It was a castle-wide loss.]

Yeah. Okay.

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[You are giving Timcanpy a workout, woman! It tries to rotate with the movement of her hand instead of fighting for balance. Why must you be so mean?

He does want to talk about it, but after he has analyzed it over multiple times — more than he realizes he should — and not wanting to say something that could ruin the friendship between them completely. Mrr, how does I feeling?]

Parker.

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[She clamps her other hand over Tim like a cage. Then, she finally looks up at Cross.]

Huh?

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[kajsd the sudden appearance of the second hand — well, you might feel a bump against your hand, Parker. That would be Tim getting caught off-guard and now fluttering around in confusion. y u do dis ;o;

FINALLY eye contact.]

Don't be like that.

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[She's about to reply quickly with "Be like what?" But she's not that naive. She does get why it's awkward. But hell, this is nerve-wrecking! Instead, she squares her shoulders, straightens her back, and sighs.]

Okay, sorry.

[...Except how is she SUPPOSED to act? That's the hard part.]

[echivoc.livejournal.com]

[And Cross knows she is not that naive. ]

And you do not need to apologize.

[Isn't that always the hard part? Jesus Christ, why couldn't she have been a 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' like all the other women he encountered back home? Ffffuuu—]

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Sorry--[NO.] Dammit!

[She huffs and rolls her eyes in annoyance with herself, and then resumes a casual slouch. Very slowly, she lifts her hand and frees Tim.]

Air is good. I think I do need some.

[echivoc.livejournal.com]

[See? This is why they needed air and space and time.

Timcanpy flutters out of her hand cage, seeming to stretch and flex its wings somewhat, before it regains its place on Parker's shoulder this time.]

Great. It looks like Timcanpy wants some, too.

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

Good. Okay then! See you... around?

[Hurriedly turning on her heels and hoping to run on out the front door, hiding her embarrassed face from Cross's view.]

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See you. [He can't help but watch her run off, before letting out a frustrated sigh as he ran a hand through his hair.

Stupid castle and its stupid shenanigans making this so awkward.]