twenty eight | what is love

[strike_you_out]

[Rather than read the assigned acts of Romiette and Juleo, or whatever it was called, Slugger is finding every imaginable reason to procrastinate. He discovers that knocking icicles off the roof and shoveling the driveway are good excuses for wasting time, though he finishes both a bit too quickly. After the last of the snow has been shoveled from the driveway, he turns to empty the mailbox and idly flips through its contents piece by piece.

There's nothing remarkable in the mail today, only a few envelopes, a post card, and a magazine. The magazine, at least, he could mutilate later for fun. On the back cover is an ad featuring the title "Young Love" in which a little girl is pictured kissing the cheek of a little boy. Slugger pauses. Young love? Dropping the snow shovel, he looks up, wide-eyed and silent as if stricken with a sudden realization.]


Phone

[Slugger gives the telephone a long and apprehensive stare before he dares to pick it up. Holding it to his ear, he opens his mouth to speak... then quickly hangs up. Several deep breaths later he tries again, this time with more success.]


Hi.


What do you do when--

[He briefly freezes up, near horrified at what he's about to admit.]


...when you think you love a girl?

Comments

[inthebones]

As cliche a response as this might be, I'd like to point out that the fact that you're concerned about your status as a monster may possibly be evidence for your very human emotions.

[strike_you_out]

[This is followed by a long pause in which he possibly --secretly-- accepts that he may be capable of having a few human emotions.]





So. Flowers?

[inthebones]

Chocolates.

And a kiss.

[strike_you_out]

What about 'diseases'? [Yes, he knows what you said to Ai, Susan.]

[inthebones]

Obviously, you're too old for cooties if you're falling in love. Just remember the plastic lips.

[strike_you_out]

...

The what?

[inthebones]

Oh. Nothing. I'd just prefer you to kiss with three inches of plastic between the two of you.