Taste the rainbow.
Though, I've always been more of peanut M&M fan. I did try chocolate Skittles, once! ... they weren't that great. Anywho... I'm excited for this part. I don't know why, but I've always loved the number 110. 111 is a bit creepy. Hmm.
Enjoy part 110! :)
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[thunk thunk thunk]
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[turns over in bed]
Hmmm?
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[starts heading for Meme Central to cause some havoc]
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Mat- [eyes open]
Matthew!
[untangles self from sheets, throws on robe and dashes for the door]
ah, is stopping him okay?
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[oh goddamn it.]
["conscience" gets the better of him and he stops, just a little ways down the driveway, sighing noisily]
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[mind is processing why she even fell asleep watching him...being vulnerable..]
[throws open the door, and sighs]
[approaches him]
Where are you going, Matthew?
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[oh dear, he very nearly called her "wife" in exasperation... better crush that sentimentality before it undoes him]
Woman, I was merely going for a... well, not a walk exactly, is it?
[bitterly]
A liesurely wheel in the fresh air. Being cooped up is bad for the skin.
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You know as well as I do your current status, Sir.
Terms say that I must accompany you anywhere you go...and only at certain times.
Have you even eaten yet?
[mentally ponders when she can pick up tools from Mr. Estonia]
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[enjoying the peek of bare leg the robe is showing off, but is not enjoying the incredibly displeased... and is that also disappointed??...expresion on her face]
And how long must these "terms" persist? I am bored. There are capitalists afoot.
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You need nutrition if you are to heal completely.
[Is personal feelings letting him more freedom than he should? Perhaps an intense discussion will fix that..]
[walks forward slowly, not noticing skin showing, and not..at all hurt at "bored"]
Then what is this capitalist to you?
[reaches his wheelchair]
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You... you are capitalist?
[oh dear now there are two hurt parties]
...I didn't know that.
[looks at the ground]
I didn't know that.
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[grasps his chin gently, and tilts it up]
But that does not mean I am not open to other ideologies. [something in back of mind says she'll regret saying this later but yet...]
[kneels down]
Surely not everything is black and white, is it?
[is absently-minded stroking his chin]
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...That may be true.
[closes his hand over the one she's using to stroke his chin]
[takes the hand and considers it for a moment, running his thumb over the heel of her palm... he often forgets how slim her wrist is... how easily broke--even at his current strength, he could incapacitate... cripple... escape...]
[instead he squeezes the hand gently, just for a moment, and lets go]
[closes his eyes resignedly]
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I-I would like you to share with me sometime..you ideology.
[quirks her lips for a bare second]
In words that is, to tell me what you believe.
[has intense feeling of wanting to hold him close- wait.]
[flushes briefly]
Shall we have breakfast and then take a proper trip out?
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Oh. Y-you would permit me to...? Oh. I...
[blushing like a capitalist Canada might D:]
Yes. Breakfast. That sounds... pleasant.
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[before realizing what's she doing is leaning in for a kiss, and does so on the corner of his mouth]
[pulls back] Let us go then.
[straightens slowly not noticing gap in cloth, and goes to wheel him back in the house]
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