Hush little baby don't say a word, momma's gonna buy you a rockingbird...

[reapthis]

Life sucks, and then you die. And then it still sucks.

But maybe, just maybe, if you're lucky enough you get to do the whole damn thing all over again. Get to think you're going to turn over a new leaf, start fresh and make the most of your hair color. You never wanted to be that girl, but hey, it might be nice to be that one over there for a

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[sminamino]

Kurama felt better since he seemed to be once again contributing to the wellbeing of the community. Of course there was no guarantee that his suggestion would be used, or would help at all, but at least he was doing something.

He smiled when he noticed George in the Rec Room, but he noticed that something seemed more than a little different about her. He couldn't remember ever seeing her smoke when they had talked before, and from the smell it wasn't hard to tell that this wasn't an ordinary cigarette. "Would it be forward of me to ask if something is wrong?"

[reapthis]

After staring dimly at him I gave a snort, the stream of breath shooting right out of my nose and ruffling the strands of hair hanging down in my face. "Ask away," I gave a serene sort of wave of my arm, obviously an invite to join me.

I may or may not have wanted to touch his hair. It was just so vibrantly red today.

[sminamino]

Not wrong exactly then, but quite different at the very least.

He moved closer finally deciding to sit down. The Rec Room couldn't be that calming so it wasn't much of a jump of logic that the drink must be a little more interesting than just juice.

"How much of that have you drunk?" He wasn't about to lay blame since sometimes he wondered why more people weren't drinking considering.

[reapthis]

"What, are you my freaking mom?" I laughed, and then, just because I was feeling nostalgic, I said, "It's really moist cider."

But I decided to stop that line of thinking right away. I didn't want to be a depressed drunk. I wanted to be a happy one. Sucking in a lungful of smoke, I held it in like Neil's taught me too and then exhaled, seemingly in ecstasy. Nevermind that I didn't even know what good shit was, it was still quality.

[sminamino]

"Being relaxed certainly is not a bad thing." He smiled. "I would like to know what exactly prompted this bit of relaxing?" He leaned back in his chair glancing around the room.

[reapthis]

I pouted just a little then, but not enough to ruin my mood. Considering the question for a few long moments, I finally came up with, "Life."

[sminamino]

That could literally mean a million things, but life, he supposed, was probably the best summation.

"You are better at it than I." He smiled. Usually when he tried to relax he ended up being overly philosophical, and not really relaxing at all.