[For Owen]

[measure_love]

Mimi was sitting on the beach, the Wicked libretto in her lap and a bit of scratch paper on top where she was making notes on each character, some basic ideas of what she wanted for each part. She was excited for auditions, and was pretty much letting the musical take up all of her attention. It was easier than thinking about...other things.

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[hates_nature]

It'd taken longer than Owen had expected to find Mimi. He'd thought the extra time would make him more prepared for some...foolish reason. It didn't. The only thing it did do was serve to make him more nervous. When he did find her, he couldn't look at her without thinking about death, drugs, and disease. It was, to put it mildly, disgusting.

"Hey," he managed from a few feet away. "We uh need to talk."

[measure_love]

Mimi looked up, surprised to see Owen standing there, but she already had a pretty good idea of what it could be about. "...Sure. Have a seat," she offered, not exactly cold, but not warm and snuggly-like, either.

[hates_nature]

He pulled up some sand next to her and stared out at the water for a minute. "So...Tosh talked to me about you moving in and...I'm willing to give it a shot, but we need to reach some kind of truce or something first, ya know?"

[measure_love]

Okay, that did surprise her. She gave him a sharp look. "You're willing?" She'd kinda gotten stuck on that part.