http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/ ([identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2006-02-28 10:22 am
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Guud effternuun leettle-a oones! I hupe-a zee dey is treeteeng yuoo vell.

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Cheeckee Ceeser Seled

-Booffffelu Veengs

-Brucculee

-Ice-a Creem

[identity profile] aka-vala.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't want to either, Cam. I just don't know." She looks down at the table again.

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I know, it's all still fresh and..." He nods and rubs his forehead. "I'll understand if you want me to leave you alone. It's just that the dorms are only so big and we have the same friends and I don't want to stand between any of that."

[identity profile] aka-vala.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
"We're in separate rooms, Cam. We're not taking out hits on each other... Unless you really did get me cast for the play... and we're clearly moving on, right?

"I don't know what more you want from me?"

She's not angry, just sad.

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, clearly." Cameron says softly although he doesn't sound to convinced. He can't look up at her right now so he just stares at the food that he's lost all appetite for.

"I guess there's nothing more." He says and it feels so final.

[identity profile] aka-vala.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Vala doesn't say anything for a long moment.

"I guess so, then."

She gets up again, maybe a little more slowly this time. "I'll see you in class then," she says, and walks off before he can respond.



(OOC: And zomg I did so *not* set this first-post-break-up talk to coincide with --*squee!*-- Aeryn's return (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/667205.html). I swear, I didn't even know. *headdesk* It's the characters. They're conspiring against us! ;)

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't move for a long while. His fists are clenched on top of the table and it takes all his will power to not just swipe the plates off.

When he finally stands up to leave, he pounds his fists into the wall. He doesn't even flinch.