Life Support

[whychoosefear]

The sign is up, and Paul is sitting nearby, talking quietly with Ali.

"--I'm not sure how many second chances I should give him, Paul."

"How many has he had?"

"...I've lost count."

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[aveb_feline]

And lo, there is a Mimi, with smiles for Paul and Ali (and anybody else who might show up.)

She's clutching some papers that, upon closer inspection, prove to be course catalogues from various schools in Manhattan.

Somebody's giving higher education another chance.

[whychoosefear]

"Hello, Mimi." Paul smiles at her. "Considering going back to school?"

[aveb_feline]

"Hi, Paul." Mimi glances at the papers, and then looks back up at him. "Considering it, yeah. I thought I might study dance."

[whychoosefear]

"It is one of your strengths."

"You mean we'll never see you up dancing?"

"Ali...you would not want to."

[the_antiangst]

"Sounds like the point where you ask yourself if whoever it is is worth all that second-guessing."
Angel, miss Life Support? Don't be silly.

[callmeali]

Ali makes a face. "I know, I know. Dad says he's turned a new leaf but...well. Heard that before."

[the_antiangst]

"...And of course it's that much harder when you're related to the person in question."

[mitanarchist]

"Can be hard either way." Thread, have a Collins. One that looks concerned.

[fallen_april]

Thread... have an April.

I'm sorry.

"Look, people I like!" Everybody gets a smile. Paul gets an April inna lap.

...like I said, I'm sorry.

[whychoosefear]

"...........hello, April."

[fallen_april]

He gets a lazy smile and a head on his shoulder.

"Hiya. What're we talking about today?"

[whychoosefear]

"The wisdom of saying no to drugs," he says, somewhat dryly.

"Yeah. That." Uh oh. Pointed look from a big brother.

[cheevy]

He's not REALLY here. Not EXACTLY.

He's just... kind of... hanging around shyly in the background. Watching. Listening. Curious.

[whychoosefear]

Paul is holding center court through no design of his own. People seem to gravitate around him.

The atmosphere is friendly and open. Paul notices Miniver and smiles.

"Hello."

[cheevy]

He smiles back.

"Hi Paul."

He is the very essence of no fucking clue what's going on.

[whychoosefear]

"Won't you join us?" The others in the circle make room.

Conveniently, Miniver's chair is next to Paul's.