fandomhighdorms | The roof, Sunday afternoon

Based on experience, Nadia knew she could still play the guitar, albeit carefully, when she was wearing the shoulder brace.

And since she'd been up half the night riding an emotional roller coaster between joy of having her hand be firmly attached as it was supposed to be, worry and angst over Walter still not being back and whether or not he'd still want to be her boyfriend when he got back, pain, and a very bizarre friskiness, she felt the need for something that reflected those feelings.

So she was sitting in a corner of the roof, wearing the giant, blue, faux-fur muff down over her eyes, and playing They Might Be Giants.

Don't-don't-don't let's start,
This is the worst part,
Could believe for all the world
that you were my precious little girl
But don't-don't-don't let's start,
I've got a weak heart,
and I don't get around how you get around.

When you are alone, you are the cat, you are the phone, you are an animal.
Words I'm singing now mean nothing more than "meow" to an animal.
Wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account,
Don't try to stop the tail that wags the hound.

D. World Destruction.
O.ver and overture,
N. Do I Need
Apostrophe T. Need this Torture?

Don't-don't-don't let's start,
This is the worst part,
Could believe for all the world
that you were my precious little girl
But don't-don't-don't let's start,
I've got a weak heart,
and I don't get around how you get around.

No one in the world ever gets what they want, and that is beautiful.
Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful.
They want what they're not and I wish they would stop
Singing Deputy Dawg dog a ding dang depadepa
Deputy Dawg dog a ding dang depadepa,

D. World Destruction.
O.ver and overture,
N. Do I Need
Apostrophe T. Need this Torture?

Don't-don't-don't let's start,
This is the worst part,
Could believe for all the world
that you were my precious little girl
But don't-don't-don't let's start,
I've got a weak heart,
and I don't get around how you get around.

I don't want to live in this world anymore, oh,
I don't want to live in this world,

Don't-don't-don't let's start,
This is the worst part,
Could believe for all the world
that you were my precious little girl
But don't-don't-don't let's start,
I've got a weak heart,
and I don't get around how you get around.

She could think of nothing better to go with her mood than depressing lyrics to a bouncy tune, played while wearing a ridiculous hat.

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"I...wish people didn't have to die..."

For more reasons than that it sucked to lose people you loved. Because, if people didn't die, places like the Soul Society wouldn't have to exist, and then he would have never...would have never had to...go there to save Rukia...and....get closer..to Ichigo and Orihime and...

"...well, maybe it's not that bad. Sometimes."

"When bad guys die, it's okay."

Chad nodded. "You can, like, grow...or something when people who aren't bad die. So that can suck, but that can't be okay, too."

He added, after a moment, with a slight grin, "I mean, grow spiritually, mentally. I don't need any more growing phsyically."

Nadia nodded slowly. "You grow when you kill people, too. But it's hard."

Chad had been in a lot of battles, but he realized something at that moment. "I...'ve never killed anyone before."

"You should keep it that way. Killing isn't any fun."

"I...hope I can. Keep it that way..."

Too much death in his life. Maybe it was good he wasn't in Mexico anymore. Or Japan.

"Tell you what. You let me know when you have to fight, and I'll make sure I do the killing for you."

Chad frowned; that didn't seem like a very good bargain, either. "I don't want you killing people, either, Nadia."

"No, it's okay, I've done it before. So if it really has to happen, I can do it again and then you won't have to."

There was a very long pause.

"Only if it really, really has to happen..." he decided.

"It's not like I go around just killing people all willy nilly, you know,"

"I know," Chad nodded, and it was a good thing, too, because he imagined Nadia would be pretty damn good at it, too. "I jus'...."

He shrugged, losing his energy on that train of thought as his mind was swiftly jumping around to so many other topics. One of which seemed to stand out prevelantly over all the others, and he lowered his head a little. "...Nadia?"

Nadia looked up. "Chad?"

Chad briefly examined what little remained of the second joint before answer. "When you called me from...North Carolina, or wherever the hell it was you want, and you said that about kissing me and it being ridiculous? What'd you mean by that?"

Nadia giggled. "There was a giant neon sombrero. And a big fake Mexican guy. It was, like, every bad Mexican stereotype, in the middle of the east coast of the United States. Everything was ridiculous. You said kissing me in Mexico would be perfect, so kissing you in fake Mexico would be . . . ridiculous."

"Oh."

Chad's head lowered a little as if his hair, while long enough to hide his eyes, could also be long enough to hide the small grin on his face. He didn't have to worry so much about hiding the blush.

"Good. I...I worried that you meant kissing me...at all would be...y'know..."

He...liked her version much, much better.

Nadia leaned over to try and see through all that hair. "No, you big dumb lummox. Kissing you is good. Er. It would be good if we did not both have other boyfriends, one of which, at least, does not like to share. But you know what I mean, right?"

Chad's smile grew a little bit more; Nadia looked pretty like that. Which he thought was strange, because she also looked kind of goofy doing it as well. "Yeah," he said. "I know."

And he thought about it, for a brief moment, that he could probably kiss her right then, but he didn't, because the moment was otherwise perfect, and he didn't want to ruin it by being stupid.

For a change.

Nadia grinned at him. Goofy and pretty were two things she did very well. "I declare this ritual a success."

"Me, too," Chad nodded, still grinning, a true testiment to the success. "Took us long enough, though."

"We're slow, but we get there eventually."

"Yeah. Nothin' wrong with slow..."

He liked slow...

"Slow can be good. Savoured."

The roof, Sunday afternoon

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