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[defystereotype.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly grabs you from behind.] Quiet!

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[defystereotype.livejournal.com]

Please, it will be about as much trouble as making a cup of tea. [He stands, rubbing the back of his head, the other hand on his hip.] Well, it's difficult to know where to start.

[He moves closer to the wall, indicating a particular page.] Here, you see, is the middle of the twelfth chapter of a medical drama. While over here -- [He steps over to the right, turning back to her.] Are my notes for an Elizabethan play. Still in production, I'm afraid. Casting is a nightmare.

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

Ah, well I suppose it's only fair that you should have to go through it, then. That's...huh. You think a lot, huh? Well~ if you ever want to put on Thumbalina I'll star for you.

[defystereotype.livejournal.com]

It's... difficult to stop, sometimes. [He smiles down at her at that, shrugging noncomittally.] Or we could fashion you with a pair of wings. You did say you liked to fly.

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

And you channel it, your thoughts, into writing, or do you have other outlets? I went as Tinkerbell once for Halloween.

[defystereotype.livejournal.com]

As much as I enjoy other mediums, I haven't even a modicum of talent for them. Anyway, that's quite enough about me -- [He sits himself back down, resting his chin on his palm.] Especially when I know next to nothing about you.

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

I'll have to try to get you to show me more, eventually. Ask away.

[defystereotype.livejournal.com]

Alright. [To spare her neck any further discomfort, he leans forward to cross his arm on the table, resting his chin on top of them.] Do you have a family?

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

I've only ever really known my Dad. I had a Mom, obviously, but she left when I was five, so... I grew up with my dad, and the church. Which in retrospect is lame. Am I allowed to ask you the same, or are we only doing me right now?

[defystereotype.livejournal.com]

[Raises an eyebrow.] 'Lame'? I'm not sure I follow...

[He sighs thoughtfully, eyes on some point over her head as he tries to piece his memories together.] There isn't really all that much to say. I've never had any desire to know who my father was and my mother, I think... I remember her hair. How it smelled.

[Shrugs, look back to her.] I've fended for myself from a young age, I don't really remember having a family, per se.

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

Not...well. A lot of people think it's weird. Lame. The opposite of cool or hip.

That's...a nice memory to have though. I don't remember mine at all. I'm not sure I want to, either.

I think you've turned out right, though, despite it.

Next question.