obligatory fourth of july post

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY EVERYONE!]

[Come to the roof to do American things! Like have cookouts, and eat watermelon. Stay for the fireworks, too.]

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[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[John is just listening to her mumbly commentary.]

_Hnn...

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She just lets out a defeated sigh, then stands up. Her voice weary.]

Do you want another glass of water? I'm going to get something to drink myself.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

No, thank you. I'm fine. [He looks up to her and smiles.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't smile back, she just turns to walk into the kitchen and grabs a glass for her out of the cabinet. She fills it up with water, but instead of going back into the room, she leans her back against the sink and slowly sips the water, staring off at some random tile on the floor.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He leans his head back on the couch, closes his eye and rests quietly as he patiently awaits her return.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She finishes her glass, one arm across her torso, elbow with the water resting in her hand. Then, she decides to slowly make her way back to the couch. She sits on the coffee table again, her hands in her lap.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He's rather drowsy, but he's not asleep. After a few seconds the reclining gentleman speaks.]

_{Welcome back...}

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She turns her head to look at him.]

Are you tired?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Very.

[He's amazed that she never noticed until now. Maybe he hides it too well.]

You sure you don't mind me sleeping here on your couch again like some sort of old hobo Veteran?

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

I don't mind it at all.

[She stands up, smiling.] I like making breakfast for other people anyway.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[Old John perks up just a bit.] 'Breakfast'?

I'll make sure that I stay around in the morning, then.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She softly laughs.] Alright, then. I'll make a good breakfast for the both of us.

[Then she sits on the arm of the couch, next to him.]

Are you sure you won't be more comfortable in a bed?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

I don't want to be a bother... [He exhales quietly.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

What did I tell you before? [She pats his hand.] You're never a bother.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He rests is warm hand atop hers. He squeezes a little.]

'Never'?

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

You may be frustration at times... most times.

[She leans forward a little and smiles.]

But never a bother. Ever.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

*Humph* [He feigns being insulted.]

Yes you seem to want to keep me around.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

And you seem to want me to get rid of you.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

You know I'm nothing but trouble. [He tilts his head.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

What trouble could you possibly cause sleeping in a bed for one night?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Fine...fine.

[He sits up and rests his elbows on his knees.]

Point me in the direction of the spare bedroom, then.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She softly laughs.]

I don't have a spare bedroom.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

...

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

I see.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

If you say no, it's not going to break my heart, Snake.

[She genuinely smiles.] I'm not going to cry and wonder forever what I did wrong. You can simply say "no", I won't be offended.