HEY SMASH ARE YOU READY TO GET DIZZY?

[shootmedown.livejournal.com]

Who: Leon and you
What: Zoology first class
Where: The usual lab, room 464 of el scienco wing
When: Friday 9/:23 4:20pm 4pm
Warnings: some language maybe.


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[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

Haven't we? I could have sworn there... must have been something... [Her brow furrows a bit.] Or perhaps we were too busy to bump into each other before you left. Hmm. At any rate, do you honestly want anything to have happened? Necrophilia's frowned upon in most cultures.

[shootmedown.livejournal.com]

Are you implying I wanted to have sex with you in the springs? [laughs] Yeah, you have your memories back alright.

Maybe I did that day you came over to my place and were putting on underwear, but I wouldn't be surprised if your human form isn't even capable of sex since you're technically dead regardless of what form you take up.

But if I liked you regardless, like I had back then during the trip, you'd think I'd care what stupid terminology it'd be given?

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

I don't know! I was assuming that's what you'd meant by wondering if anything had happened! I just know there is some... history of such things. Sorry.

[shootmedown.livejournal.com]

I'm wondering if I've fucked up somewhere since I started seeing less of you.

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

No... I'm positive it's just a conflicting schedule thing.

[shootmedown.livejournal.com]

[he reaches and takes one of her hands]

I still like you.

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

I know. [Squeezes his hand, looking down at her lap again.] I'm... still so afraid to like anyone, but that doesn't seem to stop it from happening. Then it just scares me more. How stupid, isn't it?

[shootmedown.livejournal.com]

It feels less stupid for me now, knowing I'm not the only one thinking that. [frilly mock voice, free hand flicks about] ~Leon, you're liking someone! You're gonna turn into a sissy all over again and then be all pathetic when it's over~

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

What do you mean "turn into a sissy?"

[shootmedown.livejournal.com]

[his eyes are fixed on their held hands] If you started off as a cold, ruthless space pirate with only a single chum, and then find yourself loving and smooching someone to the point where you start sobbing in closets when they're gone, you would understand.

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

...Ah. I suppose that does qualify as becoming much more of a sissy than you were.

[Leon she is just going to examine your nails now. HOW ARE THOSE CUTICLES GURRRRL]

[shootmedown.livejournal.com]

[he spends more human time grooming his hair than his nails. They must be pretty long now]

So here I am liking a girl and a DEAD girl at that? Does that make me a sissy necrophile?

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

It makes you completely hopeless. And in need of a good manicure. [She puts one of her hands over his to compare nail lengths. MAN...]

Even if you can't decide whether or not you're going to stay, at least stay for a little while.

[shootmedown.livejournal.com]

I don't have a home to go to anymore and there's no trips on my planner for a while.

[Using his freed arm for support, he finally sits himself up again.]

I'll make an appointment with my sassy gay manicurist in the morning.

[And then he grabs her gently to kiss her]

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

[Gross, Leen, those lips are cold. Blacky doesn't push him away, but she's a little hesitant to get into it or anything.]

I'd go with you, but I hate mornings. It wouldn't do my nails any good anyway. Nothing done to my human body seems to have any lasting effect after switching back and forth.

[shootmedown.livejournal.com]

[She's complaining about cold in her head when she's the dead one? Admittingly, it didn't feel the same as kissing a live person, but he also felt her hesitance. He's a little dissappointed as he backs away a bit to respond.]

That's fine. I'll have nice hands for you by the time I wake up.

I've only switched out of this form once in about three months and it was the day I came back. [awkward smile] Don't ever want to go that long without switching again, especially to my original form.

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

[No, it is her lips that are cold. Kissing them is GROSS.]

I don't know why you'd want to bother with a human form. You're bipedal and have the use of thumbs anyway.

[shootmedown.livejournal.com]

[Attempting sex with her would probably be even more lifeless than kissing. At least he can sigh mentally knowing there won't be any more embarrassment going on in his pants when she gets too close to him.]

I'm the only 5-foot bipedal lizard in this whole planet; particularly in a city run by humans and frankly, I'm tired of being pelted by Pokeballs.

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

A lot of those people running it are less human than you'd think. [She crosses her arms, totally ready to go on some tirade about the arrogance of humans and how they shouldn't have to conform to their culture and bodies to function in this city, buuuuuuuuuuut... She's not going to. She just sighs instead.]

I suppose warm blood will be handier once it gets colder. Ir is it cold already?

[shootmedown.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I know. Most monkeys running around here are just critters pretending to be monkeys. [hypocrite]

That too. I grew up a tropical region and I've dealt with winters in other planets before but generally have low tolerance of 'em. I don't remember the last time I've sunbathed on a rooftop all day. [he looks down on his wristwatch transformer] I should get to it before the heat's completely gone.

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

I suppose I'm fortunate that I don't have to feel the cold anymore. Not that that makes up for other things. So don't go dying or anything.

[shootmedown.livejournal.com]

I don't know. [he lies back on the desk again.] It'd be nice to be too lifeless to crave sex anymore

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

Hmm. [Pulls one of her knees up to her chest, foot on the edge of the desk, and rests her cheek on it.] There are other things you start to miss, though.

[shootmedown.livejournal.com]

Name it.

WOW that was in severe need of edits

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

That taste of a lover's kiss. Their scent. The warmth of their hands. Not having nerves too dead to appreciate their touch. The way your pulse quickens near them. Stupid little things.