http://dreamsofwords.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] dreamsofwords.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] houseofcards_rp2012-10-17 05:40 pm
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[OTA] Moves like...Kelly.

If he was really honest with himself, Alasdair was really more of a Donald O'Connor than a Gene Kelly. More energetic, more frenetic, something of a grinning goofball on the dancefloor. Of course, he wasn't on a dance floor right now. He was sitting in a chair like a normal human being, flipping through a copy of H.P. Lovecraft's Tales for the sophomore class, with his iPod on.

But doing something like this, while sitting in his chair with Lovecraft like a normal human being...was probably not actually so normal.

Then again, if you had moves like Gene Kelly Donald O'Connor, you probably wouldn't really care.
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[identity profile] dreamsofwords.livejournal.com 2012-10-22 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, it might be." It probably would be, considering these were fifteen year olds they were talking about. "But you have to give chances as much as you've got to take them for yourself. If you're really not interested, though, tell him no." Better that way.

[identity profile] allthesamemask.livejournal.com 2012-10-22 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
She bobs her head thoughtfully, thinking over his advice. "Right. Thank you, sir."

There's a pause, and then she asks, curious, "Was it like this for you when you were my age?"

[identity profile] dreamsofwords.livejournal.com 2012-10-22 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, yeah." Alasdair grins at her. "Confusing as hell, every single day, and it seemed like there weren't any right answers." Which, in part was because it was true.

"Don't worry, it eventually starts to make some kind of sense."

[identity profile] allthesamemask.livejournal.com 2012-10-23 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
"When? When I'm, what, twenty? Older?" These are relevant questions, teach. Such relevant questions.

[identity profile] dreamsofwords.livejournal.com 2012-10-23 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"I haven't the faintest idea." He sighs, then. "I haven't quite gotten there myself, but I'm assured that it does in fact happen eventually."

[identity profile] allthesamemask.livejournal.com 2012-10-23 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
That is not an assurance that inspires confidence in you, Mr DeWitt. In fact she's suddenly less inclined to take your advice. "But you're, like..." She scrunches up her face, trying to judge. "Way past twenty-five. That's pretty much forever."

[identity profile] dreamsofwords.livejournal.com 2012-10-23 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
It's the price of honesty. He just, when he was her age, got tired of the adults who pretended they had all their shit together when they really, really did not.

It's a thing. "Not quite forever."

[identity profile] allthesamemask.livejournal.com 2012-10-23 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Close enough." Romance. So impractical. So confusing, apparently for years and years.

Sigh. "Well, thank you anyway. And um, sorry for my handwriting. I rushed it a bit." And had to rewrite a page when it got smudged with jam, but he doesn't need to know that.

[identity profile] dreamsofwords.livejournal.com 2012-10-24 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
And yet, somehow - so enticing. There had to be a reason they all kept doing it.

"You can't possibly be worse than the chicken scratches I got from some of the guys," Alasdair says. "I think they're all trying to be doctors and are practicing the terrible handwriting already."

[identity profile] allthesamemask.livejournal.com 2012-10-24 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
She wrinkles her nose. "Them? Half of them'd have terrible bedside manners, y'know. Ew."

[identity profile] dreamsofwords.livejournal.com 2012-10-25 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Heinous," Alasdair intones. "Doubt it'd matter much to them. Half the doctors I've met have had terrible bedside manners."
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