can_be_more: (lost in thought!aeryn)
Aeryn Sun ([personal profile] can_be_more) wrote2006-03-08 06:08 pm

Room 209, Wednesday night

After last night, Aeryn hasn't really felt like being around people. Okay, maybe she'd needed a little breakdown. That wasn't the way she would have preferred to have done it. She'd rather forget it happened, but that won't be happening anytime soon.

There's something on the wall opposite her bed now, even if she does keep looking up at it while struggling through makeup work, wondering if she should be homesick or not.

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Something like that," John says, looking around for a pen. "You can request something and I'll draw it for you. Anything you want. Okay?"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay." John picks up one of the pens on her desk and starts doodling in an empty notebook. Finishing up, he hands the picture over to her. "Ta-da!"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
"See, she's a pirate," John points out. "That's her hook for a hand, her peg leg, her eye patch and her parrot named Bob."

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm just a little insane," he says, gesturing with his fingers the amount of his insanity. "Just a smidge. And only on days that end in 'y.'"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
John looks at his fingers. "That's still not that insane. You can obviously deal with the insanity."

John then mocks grabbing a microphone and puts it in front of Aeryn. Not too close because he doesn't wanna make her close up. "Tell me, Aeryn Sun, after all this time, how are you able to deal with John Crichton's obvious mental instabilities?"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
"My hand's a microphone," he says, pointing to his clenched fist. "You talk into about me. Tell the microphone about my mental capabilities. You can do it."

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
John lets out a soft laugh and musses his hair. "Want me to dance?"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmm." He bends a little to catch her eyes. "Wanna dance with me?"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll sing," he says, laughing. "Or I'll hum. Or we can pretend. No music needed for dancing."

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
"It's optional," he says, reaching out for one of her hands. "We can just pretend."

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
"There we go," he says, stepping closer and putting his own hand on her waist. "Ready?" He smiles at her and starts to slowly move them in slow, small circles.

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Relax," he says quietly, rubbing her back gently. "We're just dancing."