Outside the Dorms; Wednesday Afternoon [ After Workshops; 08/19 ].

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

This was it. While Turtle, who was never going to shake off how much she hated that she'd been accused of bombings she'd never done in the past, was not one to support the damage of public property, especially not so close to a very important election, she felt much more strongly about her hatred of gym class uniforms...and her annoyance with certain teachers' usage of them. She liked to think that many fellow students felt the same way, too, and it was a destructive position she felt her campaign would gladly suffer.

And being Mr. Dex's TA made getting the uniforms all the easier, too.

It would have been nicer to do this in the main campfire, but right outside the dorms would be a higher traffic spot. There, in a very contained and approved fire ring, was crackling the beginnings of a nice little bonfire, mingled with the smell of burning spandex/polyester blend, as Turtle fed more of the gym uniforms into the fire, smirking proudly.

It was almost tradition, really.

"Come on!" she called brightly to passersby, and might even toss a uniform or two their way. "Down with crappy gym uniforms! They severe our individuality and insult our sense of fashion! Burn 'em all!"


[ uniforms so burned with permission, and of course the post is open! ]

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[future_sandworm]

"A relationship can be both of a good kind or a bad," he pointed out, watching the burning clothes.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Well, duh," said Turtle, succinctly, "but if the bad outweighs the good, there's usually not a lot of sense in me keeping it around."

[future_sandworm]

"True." He grinned. "But sometimes there is little choice. So should I be flattered and assume that you actually enjoy my company?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle looked at Leto for a moment and smirked.

"More than I don't enjoy it, anyway," she said.

[future_sandworm]

"I'm happy to hear that." His grinned widened.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle rolled her eyes, but she couldn't keep her own grin, or even a little bit of a blush, off her face.

"Well," she said, "glad I could make your day a little bit better, then."

[future_sandworm]

"Unlike you, I didn't have clothes to burn," he added. "So, does that mean you wouldn't mind joining me for dinner sometime?" There was a pause. "I do not mean it as a date."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

The way Turtle's eyes widened at the request, it was pretty clear that her brain meant to take it as one.

"Well," she said, carefully, "the only other option would be a business dinner, so what business would we be conducting, Leto?"

[future_sandworm]

"Are there really only two options?" Leto asked, raising an eyebrow. "I can't think of any business needing to be conducted between us."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"I think," Turtle said with a grin, shaking her head, "you've just inspired a new topic for a meeting of YA, Leto. How to work it so that anything outside of a date can be business. And when it comes to guys, I particularly like to make the distinction. It's one thing to catch a lunch with a girlfriend, something else entirely to have a dinner with a guy."

[future_sandworm]

"And dates are not business? In many places arranging one's marriage would certainly be business, while sharing a meal with a friend might not." He paused. "Which of these options are most likely to meet with your approval?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," Turtle said. "I might have to think about it."

But, then, brilliance struck like lightning.

"...Actually," she tilted her head, "what are your thoughts on campaign assistance, Leto?"

[future_sandworm]

"That would depend on the campaign," Leto replied.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle rolled her eyes a little. "In this case?" she said. "My campaign for Student Council this year."

What other campaigns were there, really?

[future_sandworm]

"Student Council?" Leto did look quite serious. "And you want my assistance? But this is a political endeavour, Turtle. What do I gain from it?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Knowing that you had a personal hand in helping to put the best woman on the job," Turtle offered. "Because I certainly would be the sort of representative to strive for the best when it comes to the concern of the student body. But more specifically you'll get that dinner you mentioned. We can chalk it up as a campaign meeting."

[future_sandworm]

"I can't promise to support you without knowing more about where you stand on important issues." He had no idea what the important issues of the Student Council were. "But if you are willing to spend some time during our dinner to elaborate on that, I will take voting for you under serious consideration," Leto offered.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Ahh, so he did get it. Either that, or he was ridiculously naive about some things, but this was Leto. Turtle doubted naive was even in his vocabulary.

Grinning, she nodded. "Excellent, then. I believe we have ourselves a plan. I'd be happy to tell you all about my platform, and doing so over dinner would just make it a little more enjoyable. Next week, perhaps, sometime?"

[future_sandworm]

Oh, he got it. As usual, he thought Turtle had a talent for making things a little unnecessarily difficult, but he could live with that.

"Wednesday?" he suggested.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

She was a lawyer. It was just what she did. And she also thought Leto had a talent for making things too simple, as well.

"Wednesday's perfect," she said, nodding with a smile.

[future_sandworm]

"I will see you then, if not before," Leto replied, clearly pleased. "And I wish you good luck with burning the rest of the uniforms." He turned to leave.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, Leto," Turtle grinned, waving a hand a bit. "See you then."