The weather outside is effin' FRIGHTFUL...

[fullofthorns]

Who: Roze, Squall, Neku, Musashi, Terri, Lance and Squire...and maybe stupid Seifer [closed]
What: MOVIE NIGHT
When: During the Cat-Dog Storm of '13
Where: Apt F309




It took a little work and more patience than Roze had on her own, but Neku finally manged to transfer some of Roze's ipod to her D-T and a more universal format. Music - thank God - books and movies. Even some of her music videos, which was a bigger relief than she had thought it would be.

Since there had been so much trouble and she'd barely managed to make up for her - in her mind - on the snow day, Roze decided to invite Team Dumbass over for movies and snacks.

Seifer refused. She texted Squall, Seifer and Neku, bouncing back and forth forever but in the end, Seifer blew her off. She had presents for Squall and Seifer both and had hoped to give them over before watching movies. Without Princess there she ended up sliding the box under her bed. He'd made it pretty clear he wanted nothing to do with any of them.

It bothered her, but she'd cope. She was used to disappointment.

So there she sat on the couch with Musashi, ignoring the occasional thuds and yelps or screeches against the outside apartment walls.

Mm, nope, not gonna even think about the crazy ass weather.

"Volcano High...really...I hope Squall doesn't just walk out on me, haha."

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[innermonologues]

He shivered a little from the way she was touching his stomach. He caused him to squirm against her just a little. It felt weird. Not a bad weird, just weird. He stayed silent for a moment before nodding his head.

" I would like the Lionheart. That model... is incredible. "

[fullofthorns]

"If I could get it for you I would," she mused, letting her hand fall still against him.

"I hardly bother bringing Ikebana with me anywhere at this point. She's hardly worth carrying when nothing is harmed by her. It'd be sentiment and nothing more. But if things were different, and I lived where you lived? I'd buy you that thing in a minute. Whatever it took."

[innermonologues]

"You'd have to have the supplies to make it too. They trick out your current weapon with the newest model, but you have to supply the items and the money. "

He slowly moved his hand on top of hers for a second before pulling it away and letting it lay limp over the edge.

" Besides I would want to get it on my own."

[fullofthorns]

"That's...admirable.." she murmured, body going more slack as she grasped at consciousness.

"Ikebana...she's made of all different stuff. Every generation adds more."

[innermonologues]

"sounds important... must be why you carry her around with you. Maybe you should keep bringing her out though. She'll grow cold with out use."

[fullofthorns]

"Yeah but its not really her...Its just...a normal sword now. She doesn't talk to me anymore."

[innermonologues]

"It's still her if she can talk to you or not. Just like my Gunblade is still my Gunblade. "

[fullofthorns]

She was quiet for several long moments, obviously falling asleep and losing her grasp of time as she formed a response. What she said next was probably not something she had intended to voice, and her suddenly tighter grip on him emphasized the sincerity of the concern.

"Nothing here is real...its all copies...what if it all goes away...and none of you were real?"

She sniffed softly, grip tightening even more as her face pressed against the back of his neck, something warm and wet trickling against his skin.

[innermonologues]

He flinched a little with how tight she was holding onto him. He didn't know how to comfort people. He didn't know what to do. She was clinging to him tightly and he just awkwardly froze up.

"... I doubt that's the case here. I've met a few people with similar things happening in their own world as mine... That seems.. too similar to be a coincidence. "

[fullofthorns]

"I don'wanna all be fake..." she whispered, grip going more slack with every slurring syllable. She yawned sleepily, sniffled again and burrowed her face into his hair.

"Every'n...s'got somethin'...home...f'goin' back to...no'me. Nothin'...shit...wanna take i'back...wanna 'member...I wasn'lone."

[innermonologues]

"Then make a journal of everything. If you write it down enough it has to stay in your memory."

[fullofthorns]

She didn't reply this time, body relaxed against his, breathing low and steady. Tears still dampened his collar, but no longer ran. Evidently she had finally fallen asleep.

"She does that sometimes..." murmured the low, rumbling voice of Musashi from the foot of the bed. He didn't move, curled next to Kudamon, comfortable with the other digimon from the team.

"Cries, I mean. About you. About Lord Seifer and Lord Dante and all the others. She interpreted the information on the terminal very negatively. And after witnessing that death and injury are reparable, she assumes nothing here is real. Even me. She doesn't understand that the data is energy, and energy cannot be destroyed. It will always exist. Everything is real...just a different reality. But she doesn't understand. And she cries because she's afraid of going back and being alone again."

He sighed, glowing eyes staring at nothing before closing so he could go back to sleep.

"I do not like that she wants to spend so much time with everyone else, but I thank you for at least attempting at friendship with her. She is my Chosen, my partner...and I want her happy. Regardless of my reservations."

[innermonologues]

Squall glanced down at the bottom of the bed where he saw Kotemon awake. He twisted a little to make sure Roze was more asleep. When she seemed asleep enough he slowly sat up and reached out to grab Kotemon. The little guy sure had a jealousy streak in him.

" Jealousy does not get a girl's attention well, That's what I've heard." He said softly as he moved Kotemon into the spot he previously had, moving her arm around him instead. He doesn't leave the room or anything, he just moves to a more comfortable position, sitting with his back against the wall and tugging Kudamon into his lap.

" Stubbornness is hard to treat. It might take a while, but she might think differently some time."

[fullofthorns]

The digimon thought about fighting being man-handled and chose to go along, rather surprised really when he was given back his normal spot. She treated him, oftentimes, like more of a pet or a child than the warrior he was. It wasn't dignified, but it was all he could seem to get, and he took what he could. She preferred the comfort of other people her size, and he could understand - sometimes he preferred the company of his own kind as well.

It did confused him when Squall moved away, however. He never would have moved. But then he was practically programmed to see past Roze's uncomfortably tactile behavior.

"Amusing. She says the same thing about you," Musashi rumbled, those glowing crescents watching Squall thoughtfully.

[innermonologues]

"Stubborn idiots seem to flock together."

He rolled his shoulders a bit and leaned his head against the wall. He was a little surprised that Kotemon was being this nice to him. He was under the impression that the Digimon wanted him dead or something.

[fullofthorns]

Dead, no. Less attention-stealing, yes. While logically he knew he was not "right" for Roze in any way, his devotion to her was absolute. His desire for her approval was practically obsessive and the amount of affection she expended on others was distracting. She was his daimyo mistress and he her samurai servant, in his mind. Her well-being was more important than his personal interests, which included her happiness. If that required her to have so many friends, then fine. He would adapt.

But he didn't have to like it.

Even so, some of them he liked, purely as professionals. Squall was a skilled warrior, as was Dante, and Seifer had established himself as having a similar "no bullshit" mindset. These were people he could tolerate more than others.

"She is not an idiot," he replied, voice carefully neutral. "She is young, stubborn and naive. You all are."

Says the diminutive dragon in the over-sized uniform that made him look like a toddler.

[innermonologues]

"You can say that all your want, and even try to believe it, but that wont make it actually true."

He shifted a little more and stared down at Kudamon who was sleeping soundly in his lap. He gently stroked his fur, hoping to keep him comfortable right now.

[fullofthorns]

Musashi's only response was a grunt. They were all young, stubborn and naive, among other things. Words Roze used, that he found distasteful. He wasn't sure what a douchebag was, but the crude sound of it largely summed up his feelings on Lord Seifer. And "fuckin' idiot" for Lord Dante, or "stubborn son of a bitch" for Lord Squall.

Things he would never say. Besides, she voiced his opinion often enough, though he would hardly admit it.

"Are you leaving? If not..." he sighed heavily, "...then you should lay down behind her. Back to back. And get some rest. she will appreciate seeing you in the morning and I would rather not have to explain your disappearance, otherwise."

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[innermonologues]

"I'm fine like this. I won't leave, but I was feeling suffocated down there. "

He shifted a little more and slouched a little more against the wall. He just wasn't used to this close bonding. It would take some time.

[fullofthorns]

"Fine by me. But if you start to get uncomfortable, don't be stubborn. Just lay down. She'll feel guilty if you're aching in the morning and I really don't want to deal with it. Now if you're quite through, let us all get some sleep?"

[innermonologues]

"She's going to feel annoyed by my actions anyway. I'm fine... so don't worry about me. Just sleep," he said softly as he squirmed around a little more in his spot. He knew it was getting late, and he rather not deal with Kotemon's grumpy behavior with him.

"Night."