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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[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Hm? [She turns her head fully to look at him.] No, everything is fine. Why do you ask?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Just making sure.

[He unbuttons his cuffs and then removes his dress shirt, revealing an olive drab t-shirt underneath. He folds his shirt lightly and places it upon his jacket on the chair. John, unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants, which are always button fly, and he takes those off as well folding them similarly and puts it on the chair as well. His boxers match his undershirt.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She watches him remove and fold his clothes, her leg crossed over the other.]

No boxers with American flags on them today? [She gives him a playful smirk before she stands up and pulls the sheets back on her side.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He tucks his dog tags inside of his shirt.]

No. I didn't think anyone other than me would see them today or ever.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Doesn't mean you can't wear them.

Then again... [She slides her feet under the sheets.] I guess it's mainly women who enjoy wearing cute or sexy things under their clothes, even if nobody is going to see them.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It's not something I am in a habit of doing or wanting to do.

[He sits on his side of the bed

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She places a hand beside her when he gets in, since she's not used to someone so... heavily built, making her almost fall over.]

No, I guess men don't like shopping all that much anyway.

[She looks at him for a moment, then gracefully slides underneath the sheets. Her back faced to his.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[...not that heavy. Okay, maybe that heavy.]

All the things I wear are general issue.

[He lays on his side at first, rigid and stiff, parallel to the edge of the bed. After a while, John turns on his back with his hands behind his head.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She gives a soft laugh, not responding back (because men can't comprehend shopping and outfit coordination that well, she certainly knows that).

After a moment, when he shifts in the bed, she remains in her spot quietly. Then she looks over her shoulder at him.]

Much better than the couch, right?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

I suppose it is. [He speaks quietly in agreement as he stares up at the ceiling.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She mutters a "you suppose..." before turning her head back to her side.

After a few moment, she fully turns around. She lays on her side, one hand under her pillow and the other reaching out to touch his upper arm gently.]

Sometimes I think you can't make up your mind.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He turns his head and looks over to her. ME?]

What do you mean? Elaborate.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She moves her body a bit closer to his. She closes her eyes briefly and sighs.]

You seem indifferent about everything. One minute you'll sound grateful, and the next reluctant.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[That's the years of guilt that he's built up over time. It's thick...like a cake.]

... [He's still looking over to her.] Ah. I see. You really feel this way?

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Of course I feel that way. I wouldn't say it if I didn't feel that way.

[She props herself up on her elbow, her face not that far from his.] I also feel that you won't tell me how you feel.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

You don't really seem to enjoy it when I am truthful about how I feel. All I want to do is make you happy, not depress you with what's in my head.

[John smiles a little smirk.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

That just makes it sound like you're lying to me.

[She sighs.]

But you've already put a lot in my mind to think about.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

I figured I've already given you too much negativity about the future as it is already. Very little of my life, I enjoyed. If I am to be honest with you...I don't have much to say that isn't unpleasant.

...

We're better off talking about you and how you feel.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She slides next to him completely, her head resting against his shoulder. Her soft chest underneath her nightgown gently presses against him.]

Good thing we have a lot of time here, the. Hm?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[John's temperature is slowly rising.]

We do. We...do.

[He furrows his brows a bit.] Is there something specific you want to know or-?

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Not right now.

I have too much to think about already.

[She drapes her arm over this chest.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Nn. [He nods, feeling a bit relieved to not be put on the spot, finally.]

[The old man heaves out a relaxed-sounding sigh. John's enjoying being close to her and it seems to help the tense, old bastard relax.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

I try not to think about it.

[She also sighs, her chest pushing against his side a bit more.] But I can't avoid it forever.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

I know...

[He closes his eye and seemingly melts in place comfortably. She feels soft and warm against him and he's in a strange place between being excited and relaxed at the same time.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't bother him about it anymore. She just looks at nothing in particular in the distance, remaining close to him. She remembers the movie date with Ivanya tomorrow and feels a little guilty that she lays here with another person, when she had been so close to the Russian.

Still, she remains in the same spot. Ivanya still means as much to her as before and she's glad she appeared again, but she hopes that she won't ever have to admit what she is doing now.

She softly murmurs,] I promise I'll stop rambling now so you can go to sleep.