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Jun. 27th, 2010 03:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
3nanashiOn the kitchen side of the trailer door, there's a whiteboard. It has a few sections -- the circus schedule, an ever-changing to-do list, and frequent doodles of ladybugs or puppies in the corners -- but the middle one is a list of House Rules. Most of them are in Catherine's handwriting, and all of them have been there long enough to have dried solidly to the whiteboard.
Trowa fills the coffeemaker with grounds and water, and pushes the button. Then he wets a corner of a dishtowel, and goes to the board.
A certain amount of careful work later, the sentence about Lucille is gone. (Lucille is a perfectly nice girl, whom Trowa has never had any interest in, and in any case she left the circus a year and a half ago. That isn't precisely the point.)
Trowa tosses the dishtowel in the laundry bin -- it was time to do so anyway -- and replaces it with a new one, and goes back to the coffeemaker. It's finished brewing.
Trowa fills the coffeemaker with grounds and water, and pushes the button. Then he wets a corner of a dishtowel, and goes to the board.
A certain amount of careful work later, the sentence about Lucille is gone. (Lucille is a perfectly nice girl, whom Trowa has never had any interest in, and in any case she left the circus a year and a half ago. That isn't precisely the point.)
Trowa tosses the dishtowel in the laundry bin -- it was time to do so anyway -- and replaces it with a new one, and goes back to the coffeemaker. It's finished brewing.
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Date: 2010-06-27 08:02 am (UTC)She steps back to look at the board for a long moment, and then notices the missing sentence.
"Trooo-wa," she calls, from the front room. His door's open, so whatever.
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Date: 2010-06-27 08:05 am (UTC)The door is indeed open. Trowa's at his computer, browsing through news blogs.
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Date: 2010-06-27 08:09 am (UTC)"You're leaving secret messages again," she accuses, gently.
AKA: explain, mister.
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Date: 2010-06-27 08:18 am (UTC)He could say they're not secret -- it would be true categorically for anything she'd be seeing -- but he knows full well what Cathy means when she says that.
He'd wait for more context, but he heard the sound of her capping the marker.
"She's not really relevant," is what he settles on, after a moment.
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Date: 2010-06-27 06:39 pm (UTC)!!!
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Date: 2010-06-28 06:33 am (UTC)"Both."
Again, he could pretend to not understand her. But it would be inaccurate, and also not his intent.
(Even if the possibility does occur. Trowa is not entirely used to this kind of conversation.)
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Date: 2010-06-28 06:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-28 07:31 am (UTC)(This is why Trowa gets along with some of the people he does. Quatre included.)
"I'm dating someone now," he says, after a moment. There's a fractional pause before the word dating, because it hasn't really been a part of Trowa's personal lexicon before now -- at least, not related to himself.
And because this is the first time he's actually described this relationship to anyone. But it's probably the best term for the moment.
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Date: 2010-07-19 07:19 am (UTC)She breaks off, and eyes him carefully.
Normal speed, and gently suspicious: "You know better than to date Heero Yuy, right? Because I...don't think that will work out."
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Date: 2010-07-19 07:29 am (UTC)To all these suggestions. What, Cathy.
(Emotional self-awareness is not really Trowa's strong point, it must be said.)
". . . Quatre," he says. This is the deadpan of I love you, sis, but you're very weird sometimes. (It's a lot like all his other inflections.)
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Date: 2010-07-19 07:31 am (UTC)"I thought he had a girlfriend," she explains, after a moment.
(I thought if he was going to ask you out he'd have done it years ago doesn't...seem appropriate.)
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Date: 2010-07-19 07:37 am (UTC)"Not for a few years."
Trowa is aware that there are things she's not saying.
He doesn't particularly want to ask what they are. Which is why he's not.
This conversation can be a short one that covers the basic facts and allows them to move on back to comfortable territory quickly, right?
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Date: 2010-07-19 08:01 am (UTC)It's no secret, either, that Quatre is the one of Trowa's friends she gets along with the least. (She's never taken to anyone pulling her brother into a warzone...easily.)
She smiles, anyways, and it's sincerely fond for what it's worth. She's sitting on the edge of his bed closest to him, but she still has to reach out her leg to touch him, tapping her foot lightly against his calf. "Thanks for letting me know, dummy."
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Date: 2010-07-19 08:10 am (UTC)"Sure."
The subtle relaxation of his face might be at least half deliberate, but that doesn't mean it's faked.
(With everyone else, Trowa can either rely on Quatre to tell when it seems appropriate, or allow them to deduce it in their own time. He's aware that telling his sister is not really a conversation he can get out of. As such, better to do it while she still considers it a more or less timely mention.)
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Date: 2010-07-21 09:35 pm (UTC)Cathy bounces up. "We're getting smoothies!" She states, finger pointed into the air declaratively. "Save your stuff, mister, and I'll get shoes on."
She ducks her head back in after she walks out, "And they're sandals so it will take like three seconds!"
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Date: 2010-07-22 04:54 pm (UTC)He'll even pick his own flavor of smoothie when they get there. Call it a gesture. (And a way to avoid some of Cathy's more inspired fruit combinations.)
Cathy may need more words than some, but she still understands a lot. Trowa -- appreciates it.