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]

[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.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

... [He just gives her a look.]

Alright.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Alright, what?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Alright, I'll stay...and sleep with you...in the same bed. [Blink.] ...together.

[He rubs the back of his neck.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

You make it sound like I'm an alien.

[She slides off the arm of the couch and walks to her bedroom, leaving the door open for him.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He takes a deep breath and follows her in, shaking his head. John still isn't completely sure what she sees in him. The old man has seen better days. Admittedly, he makes a pretty good pillow, though.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry that you have to sleep in your uniform. [She opens her dresser, searching through it.] I don't have anything for you to change into.

[Then she stands straight, looking at him, holding the thin fabric of her nightgown in her hand.] Turn around.