Closed RP: Jaime and Lola and a Talk.

[nicknamegirl]

((Backdated to Valentine’s Day.))

Right. Busying herself and talking to Gatsby, to try and keep her mind away from Jaime and the Impending Talk, had only worked so-so. Fine. Lola knew she couldn’t avoid it forever. And besides, she had missed Jaime a lot during her mission. Part of her couldn’t wait to see him. So. She went up to her own room,

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[nicknamegirl]

Lola pondered this. "About a week, I think," she finally replied. "It's hard to tell when you're constantly travelling and looking after someone else all the time. But yeah, I'd say a week." Plenty of time to miss him, anyway. Which she had, like crazy.

She listened to Jaime's explanation and grinned widely, and just a tad wickedly. "I understand, babe. I kind of was that little kid, actually. Once." That that been her prerogative as the baby sister. She had developed a knack for finding out the most embarrassing questions to ask, too, and which brother would find it the most awkward to answer it, and when was the appropriate time to ask. In public was always fun. There had been one period in time when Alejandro, who had been 14 when Lola was at her worst, had refused to go anywhere with her. Good times.

Lola paused, pushing away a silly mental image of the Scarab clicking around, visiting forums and reading bizarre fanfiction, and blushed a little when she thought of what else existed online. Ahem, yeah... Focusing on other things now.

The angel was still soaring (metaphorically) from both completing the mission and recent boyfriend events, so even though she should be tired, Lola felt on top of the world. And not like she wanted to take it easy at all. If she'd been back in Heaven now, she would definitely have gone to find someone to go out and party with, but sadly, Hogwarts was lacking in parties to attend at the moment.

"Do you want to go for a walk or something?" she asked hopefully. "I'm still buzzing with extra energy; I won't be able to sleep at all until I get to burn it off."

((Gah. Yeah. You know I'm sorry. Maybe this whole thread should be wrapped up soon, to stop us both from apologising so much? =) ))

[bantersucks]

((Well, it's hitting that point anyway. Goodness knows this week's been nuts on my end. That's the problem with these threads that require some actual thought: they take so long! :) Susan-mun okayed the offscreen freakout mentioned. ))

It had been a long week and a half on Jaime's end too. He'd missed her like crazy, and it was worse than that first week when he'd been unexpectedly dumped back home. At home, he had his family and Brenda and Paco to confide in, and school and hero-ish stuff to distract him. He could have done without there being a need for the heroing in the first place. But distractions at Hogwarts had been pretty scarce due to the lack of classes, and he'd been making a point of trying to keep his promise to Lola. Which was why, when the Scarab had inexplicably started panicking and freaking out a few days earlier only to suddenly stop after a few minutes, he'd decided not to ask what had triggered it.

At least Brenda had been here to talk sense into him. Thank God. Jaime wasn't sure what would have happened if she hadn't. He'd have realized how stupid he was being and how he really felt eventually, but not without screwing things up first en route.

"So you were one of those, huh?" He smirked. "Do little sisters have some kinda internal radar that tells 'em to ask you about something embarrassing your best friend said a week ago at the worst possible time?" The first time Milagro had overheard Paco telling Jaime he needed 'pimp school' had made for a really interesting morning at church. At least she'd grown out of that phase and into the snarking back at him phase.

Jaime had been pretty tired, coming off of the morning's events and the nervousness and then the utter relief after confessing to Lola - but he was starting to get a second wind. He was happy just to spend time with her, whether it was just sitting and talking or if they decided to cover the entirety of Hogwarts on foot.

He pretended to think about the question, then grinned. "Yeah. A walk sounds great." He got to his feet, offering her his arm. "Anywhere in particular, or just... go wherever the staircases let us?"

That wasn't entirely facetious. Even though he wasn't on the moving staircases' hit list, they still kept him on his toes.