Room 218; Tuesday, Mostly all day.

[ecirpnellehada]

At one point in her life, many points, like points of stars, srats of stniop, Adah used to draw. There weren't anything much, mirror images of things she saw, but they were through an Adah mirror, so they weren't exactly what everyone else saw. She was starting to feel like maybe she should start that again. She certainly had a few things that

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[tatooine_doofus]

Luke rapped gently on the doorjamb after his shop class--noticably droid free today--and gave Adah a small smile. "Hi."

[ecirpnellehada]

Blinking her eyes a bit wearily as she started reaching the end of Africa and what would be the beginning of Fandom in the battered pillowcase notebook, Adah looked up and met Luke's small smile with one of her own. She nodded to him, shifting a little to position herself in a way that suggested that he would get half, if not more, of her attention as the notebook was recieving.

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke walked into the room and perched on a desk chair. "Homework?" he asked, nodding his head at her notebook.

[ecirpnellehada]

Lightly, Adah shook her head, and wondered how one might say 'the past' without actually saying it. It was a less than graceful way to do it than she would have preferred, but she merely turned the notebook around, holding it out, slightly tilted in her single hand, so that Luke might see the scribbles on it so that Luke might see it. To her, to her Adah eyes, her knowledge of the Adah mirror, the shaking scribbles and swirling angles were the perfect representation of a hopping struggling bird, Methuselah. The Wreck of Wild Africa, a cripple like her, in a world the size of seventeen inches of a yeardstick. Atrophied muscle tone, free as a bird absurd, unheard! He moves his wings as if he remembers flight, like somehow her leg would twitch as if it remembered movement. But the difference was that Methuselah could fly before; Adah never could.

Below the distorted image of the freedomless bird of freedom, she'd written "Lord of the feathers, deliver me this day from the carnivores that could tear me breast from wishbone!

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke stared at the picture for a long moment, recognizing the importance it held for Adah and rather desperate not to make the wrong comment about it.

He finally tapped the quote and asked softly, "Do you feel this way a lot?"

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah pulled the notebook back, cradling it in her good arm as she looked over the quote again; it had been at least two years since she'd written that, so she had to make sure that she was remembering it properly before answering a question like that. Slowly, she grinned. She set the pillowcase notebook down on the bed and twisted, in a way that would probably seem terribly painful for anyone else, to reach for her conversation notebook nearby.

"Not in the slightest," she wrote, holding it out for Luke to see with a confident smirk in place, to cover the small part of her that was still insisting that it was a lie. Even if it was, Luke didn't need to know that. No one did.

[tatooine_doofus]

And Luke caught the lie at all, he was bright enough to recognize what Adah wanted to believe was true and go along with it.

"Good," he wrote back. "The carnivores around here tend to prefer words to teeth anyway."

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah danced her eyes over that line a few times (Teeth to words, here around carnivores) before letting her grin increase a little.

"In that case," she wrote, "I am even better equipped than expected."

[tatooine_doofus]

"Excellent," he wrote. "You can protect me. I have a gift for saying the wrong thing."

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah quirked an eyebrow, hid a small grin.

"That seems rather unfair of you," Adah observed. "I feel that, if that is the case, you've been hiding your gift from me."

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke tapped the paper with the pen.

"This helps," he wrote. "It's much harder to write out incoherent babbling. I tripped sideways into accidentally asking a girl out by letting my mouth get carried away without my brain to check it."

[ecirpnellehada]

Smiling softly at the amusingly twisting descriptions of actions Luke chose to use, trip, sideways, accidental, all very good things, Adah wrote back, quoting herself from a long time ago. Personal mantra; still very fitting. "'I think better than I speak, but I think that's the same for most people.' However, that doesn't sound like too bad of a place to stumble. Could have been a den of snakes."

Although, of course, she realized quite well, as her grin suggested, that they could be one and the same.

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke chuckled. "I've been in a den of snakes, or near enough," he wrote. "I know what to do there. With this...I'm hopeless."

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah's head tilted as she read through Luke's response and then she looked up at him with a worried, doubtful lift of her eyebrows.

"You aren't honestly expecting me to have any sort of useful advice in a topic like this, are you?"

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke went scarlet to his hairline.

"No!" he said, forgetting about the pad in his embarrassment. "I mean, you're a girl and obviously have some expertise on the subject of being a girl--not that I want to be a girl--I just want to know I'm kissing one correctly and this is why I shouldn't be allowed to talk," he wailed into his knees.

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah had to bite her lip; she didn't have any brothers, only sisters, but there was Nelson. Still, she didn't realize that boys could be so amusing and easy to tease. Really, there was hardly any challenge. She ducked her head.

"Should I direct you to the magazines my sisters read, where I directed the E Ive! to when she wanted to color her hair? They're sure to have at least one headline per week about improving one's kissing prowess, if you're really concerned about it, Luke."

She nudged the notebook closer to him, so he'd have the chance to remember to maybe use it this time and help prevent the potential word babble. And people honestly wondered why she never talked!