[ Kate's chuckle is definitely not at the idea of Johanna breaking her run of bad luck. Not at all. (She's definitely breaking her run of something.) It's vaguely tempting to roll in closer, maybe hook a leg over Johanna's nearest, but she's comfortable as she is and inertia saves her from pushing her luck for the moment. ]
No, I don't think that was it. I think I just caught him off-guard. It was sort of-- we were having kind of a serious conversation and he'd just woken up from being coma'd and I'd just gotten back from the hallway nightmare and it was kind of conversational whiplash. [ But that's more information than she suspects Johanna wanted, so she adds, not insincerely, ] And men are so dumb.
[It is more information than she wanted, actually, but. Whatever. Maybe one day she'll figure out how to have a normal conversation about abnormal things, instead of just skipping around and disdaining half of what she's told.
Actually, it's more disdaining three-fourths of what she's told, and that's on a good day.]
Really? You'd think he'd just have offered, after all of that. As a welcome back present or something.
Seriously. I thought it was a pretty obvious idea.
[ Boys. Still smiling, Kate shrugs, and shifts a little to brush hair off the back of her neck, letting it spread across the pillow before she tucks her arm beneath it again. ]
You must've broken your share of hearts here or at home, right?
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[Her eyes open, narrowed to slits, as she grins--all teeth, all exaggerated. She hasn't actually chopped anyone's heart into pieces, but she's thought about it. More than once.]
But you're right. I guess I've had the chance to do my part so by now, people know not to mess with me.
your tags keep getting older but mine stay the saaaame aaaage
[ Kate huffs a little laugh at that and rolls her eyes, but it's a sort of fond expression, not that Johanna can see it anyway. ]
You must have have a story. Of some poor person long ago who didn't know not to mess with you or some poor dumb boy who didn't understand break ups? Or girl, I guess, but boys just seem dumber.
[Not like Kate's. Nothing like Kate's. Johanna shows her teeth in another grin, and her face is turned up toward the ceiling, and Kate's face is turned away, so she'll never see it; it doesn't matter that it's all teeth and no amusement. She makes herself think of before: District 7]
Mica Comfrey. When I was fourteen, they took half the boys out of our troop and made them work in the sawmill in Creek Village. They were doing some huge project at the Capitol and needed the logs cut faster. Double work for everyone. Mica went with them, and when he came back, two years later, he was twice as tall and twice as good looking and twice as stupid. He told me he was in love with me the day he got back. We hooked up for a week, and then I pushed him in the river when he got too annoying.
[She sighs.]
He pretty much got it then. But I'd still catch him giving me these pathetic little looks.
It's a shame the pretty ones are so often the stupid ones.
[ Not really fair to any of Kate's actual boyfriends but whatever. They had their moments of stupid even if they weren't Mica Comfrey level, whatever that is. Johanna's threshold for stupid is a moving target anyway. ]
How about that first boy, the one who was terrible, did you push him in the river?
No, I pushed him out of a tree. God. He didn't leave for the sawmills. His dad was team captain when they picked the boys, so of course he didn't get picked--and we were the oldest ones in the camp for a few years, so we kept having to work together...
[She sighs.]
It sucks, being surrounded by the same hundred people all the time.
Out of a tree? [ Kate's laugh is a little horrified but mostly just a laugh. He's probably fine. ] Ouch.
What'd he do?
[ Surrounded by the same hundred people gets a softer huff of a chuckle and she nods. ] That's a good thing about New York. With millions of people there's always variety if you want it.
I don't always want variety. It's just nice to have people that don't know you, and don't want to know you.
[She's not completely convinced of that statement, in retrospect. But it's too late now. And it really had been suffocating, at the time, comfortable but frustrating, and that part's no lie. So: whatever.]
He didn't do anything. Except annoy me. We weren't even that high in the tree, he didn't break a bone. And he didn't cry, either. Thank god. But he still didn't shut up half the time, so maybe I should have broken his arm.
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No, I don't think that was it. I think I just caught him off-guard. It was sort of-- we were having kind of a serious conversation and he'd just woken up from being coma'd and I'd just gotten back from the hallway nightmare and it was kind of conversational whiplash. [ But that's more information than she suspects Johanna wanted, so she adds, not insincerely, ] And men are so dumb.
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Actually, it's more disdaining three-fourths of what she's told, and that's on a good day.]
Really? You'd think he'd just have offered, after all of that. As a welcome back present or something.
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[ Boys. Still smiling, Kate shrugs, and shifts a little to brush hair off the back of her neck, letting it spread across the pillow before she tucks her arm beneath it again. ]
You must've broken your share of hearts here or at home, right?
all right all right all right all right
[Her eyes open, narrowed to slits, as she grins--all teeth, all exaggerated. She hasn't actually chopped anyone's heart into pieces, but she's thought about it. More than once.]
But you're right. I guess I've had the chance to do my part so by now, people know not to mess with me.
your tags keep getting older but mine stay the saaaame aaaage
You must have have a story. Of some poor person long ago who didn't know not to mess with you or some poor dumb boy who didn't understand break ups? Or girl, I guess, but boys just seem dumber.
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Mica Comfrey. When I was fourteen, they took half the boys out of our troop and made them work in the sawmill in Creek Village. They were doing some huge project at the Capitol and needed the logs cut faster. Double work for everyone. Mica went with them, and when he came back, two years later, he was twice as tall and twice as good looking and twice as stupid. He told me he was in love with me the day he got back. We hooked up for a week, and then I pushed him in the river when he got too annoying.
[She sighs.]
He pretty much got it then. But I'd still catch him giving me these pathetic little looks.
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[ Not really fair to any of Kate's actual boyfriends but whatever. They had their moments of stupid even if they weren't Mica Comfrey level, whatever that is. Johanna's threshold for stupid is a moving target anyway. ]
How about that first boy, the one who was terrible, did you push him in the river?
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[Her eyeroll makes it into her tone of voice.]
No, I pushed him out of a tree. God. He didn't leave for the sawmills. His dad was team captain when they picked the boys, so of course he didn't get picked--and we were the oldest ones in the camp for a few years, so we kept having to work together...
[She sighs.]
It sucks, being surrounded by the same hundred people all the time.
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What'd he do?
[ Surrounded by the same hundred people gets a softer huff of a chuckle and she nods. ] That's a good thing about New York. With millions of people there's always variety if you want it.
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[She's not completely convinced of that statement, in retrospect. But it's too late now. And it really had been suffocating, at the time, comfortable but frustrating, and that part's no lie. So: whatever.]
He didn't do anything. Except annoy me. We weren't even that high in the tree, he didn't break a bone. And he didn't cry, either. Thank god. But he still didn't shut up half the time, so maybe I should have broken his arm.
[Another sigh. Good times.]
Now I told you two. It's your turn again.