ONE SHORT DAY AND THERE'S SO MUCH TO DO * tag: d&c

[devan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more he couldn't help but beam at his friend's retreating back before shaking his head and heading toward the register with a small laugh. he knew it was weird, maybe even unnatural to be close to her, to find everything she did to be precious. but that was devan. devan thought everything anyone did was precious and he wasn't going to let age be a factor in deciding who he hung out with and who he avoided. he had a lot of younger friends between all of the babysitters he had pre-approved and then interns that wandered around the halls of his office building trying to balance stacks of papers and cups of coffee as they avoided the people around them. he thought it was crazy that people based their friends on such petty things as age. if he got along with someone, why not befriend them? celia was cooler than half the people he knew that were his age - certainly cooler than his brother, who had grown old between the drugs and the kid, no matter what he said about being peter pan. he smiled at the woman at the register as he placed his two items on the counter and as if on cue, along came celia with enough nerf merchandise to make him bite the inside of his cheek. of course, he had told her to go and get the stuff so he shouldn't have been worrying much about price but he was actually living on his own now and was still trying to learn how to balance his funds enough to be able to pay rent each month. he figured a trip to toys r us wasn't going to throw him off too much but this might mean having to actually make dinner instead of ordering pizza for a few nights which was depressing but not unmanageable. he smiled, though, quite widely with her by his side again and even laughed as she bumped against him. "just put the stuff on the counter," he told her, amused, "and we'll see about whose ass will be handed to who tonight." he paused. "which out of context is really really weird of me to say. shame on you." he didn't know if that last sentence was to him or celia and to be quite frank, he didn't really care. he did, however, feel his smile slip a little bit at the look on the employee's face when he looked up at her again. it was a look he was vaguely familiar with. he had been in enough relationships to know what it looked like when another person was judging them and the way they acted, and he had seen that knowing smile too many times to ignore its implications. he debated telling her that he wasn't with celia, that there was no need to smile at them like that, but he figured that was ridiculous. employees could think what they wanted. besides, maybe he was just misreading that smile. that smile could mean a million things and he didn't want to make things awkward. so instead he just paid for the guns and the art supplies for his niece and was thankful for the distraction of having to leave. he couldn't think about something too much or he'd freak out about it. he grabbed the two bags from the woman and wished her a good day before nudging celia and saying, "come on, let's get home so we can wrap half this shit and then i can show you who is the king of nerf gun wars." and he would totally own her. he could feel it in his blood. devan was a natural warrior and when it came to nerf guns, he was rivaled only by his twin brother because they were relatively the same size and in the same physical shape and had grown up challenging one another to such wars. so he was grinning as he walked with her back to his car, smiling down at her when he wasn't watching the parking lot for cars headed their way. "you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into," he told her with a laugh. yeah basically this is tagged for kit/cecelia and their friendship ;-;

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[celia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0, true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F1BBBA; border-top: 9px solid #A79C8E; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-family: georgia; color: #6B5344; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]i get by with a little help ;; from my friends

[atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F8ECC9; border-left: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-right: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-bottom: 5px solid #F1BBBA; color: #271A09] Devan was good for her no matter what other people might want to say about their relationship, Celia had always believed that he was good for. Given the people that she tended to spend time with, people that her brother most certainly wouldn’t approve of, she wouldn’t have any problem with Gabe and Devan meeting each other. After all, when it came to the core of who he was Devan was a good guy. He was a good friend to Celia and he cared about her. And hell, the fun that they had didn’t need to be with the assistance of drugs. Not that she hadn’t been stoned when she was around Devan before, but for the most part he was one of those friends that she was almost always sober around. She didn’t think it was bad either way, but she knew that if Gabe knew about her affinity for weed that he would have a shit fit about it. Hell, if Gabe knew the majority of the things that she did he would probably have a shit fit. The woman had moments of feeling like she should tell Gabe what was going on with her. Since he’d taken custody of her and her sister he had done nothing but wanted the best for her. He had tried his best to take care of her and make up for her parent’s lack of give a shit. Some things, though, were so deeply ingrained in her at that point that she didn’t really know how to change that about herself. All thoughts of Gabe and confessing to him all of her deepest sins like he was her path to salvation, though, were well and gone in those moments because, well, she was spending time with her best friend. And spending time with him was far more important to her at that point than thinking about how she was quite possibly wronging that loving older brother of hers. A chuckle came from her at his words and she rolled those big browns of hers at him. “Devan don’t pick fights that you can’t win. I’m small and I’m fast,” she said in all kinds of warning tones to the man. Celia had a feeling that it would be a close battle though, given that Devan was a lot bigger than her and sure she’d had nerf wars before, but she hadn’t grown up with a twin brother. The girl had more than a bit of a feeling that he was more than good when it came to shooting each other with little darts. A smile was on her lips none the less even when she looked to the cashier and saw the smile on her lips. Her brow rose and then she looked over at Devan. “Shame on you Devan, you’re the one who said it, I didn’t take over your mind and make you say anything,” she informed the boy before another laugh came from her. The look that the cashier was giving her though, made her feel like the other woman was sure that they were dating. Which really, Celia didn’t give a shit about, because lord knew they’d been told more than once that they looked cute together. Adorable. Precious. Words along those lines. If they ever did become a couple, she was sure that they’d never be a sexy one. Not that she let herself linger too long on the thought of being with him as more than a friend. She wouldn’t want to get her hopes up after all. Celia followed him out of the store and was walking a bit close to his side as they made their way out to the car. “I’m gunna let you stop with your whole acting like you know you’re going to win so you don’t fully put your foot in your mouth,” she teased and then bumped his hip again before chuckling. Once at the car she scanned over the parking lot for her vehicle. “So, I guess that we’ll meet at your place since I drove.” With that she moved to press a quick peck to his cheek then took off to her car before starting the vehicle then driving back to his place waiting in the car for him to come get her.

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[devan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more devan chuckled quietly to himself before unlocking and opening his car door, leaning over to place the bags in the passenger seat before getting in himself. he would admit it - he was excited. not that this immature desire to play with nerf guns and completely pwn n00bs was anything that was new to the life of devan ross. oh no, this was something he'd had since he was younger and his eternal peter pan syndrome kept it from leaving his body. it was as much a part of him as his affinity for writing and his insane adoration for everything that had to do with giraffes. quite frankly, he didn't think he'd ever grow up and he didn't really want to. he loved the childish joy he got from things like this. he was a happy person, much happier than everyone else in his family if he was telling the truth, and he liked that about himself. he liked that he found joy in the little things like nerf gun wars and time spent with friends. that wasn't going to change because he was growing older. and it helped that it was celia - she was just a little light in his life as it was that getting an excuse to hang out with her AND have a nerf gun war? it was almost too good to be true. but that was the best thing about living like he did - all the things that felt too good to be true that he got so much enjoyment from weren't major things. they weren't impossible or rare to come by. they were things as simple as a nerf gun war with a good friend or talking in toys r us about how expensive kids' toys were. it was nothing more or less than the simple, everyday tasks he did with his friends that brought him so much happiness and if that meant people viewed him as a spazz or as immature or as whatever the hell it is they viewed him as, then so be it. at least he was a happy man, and that wasn't something that everyone could say. so he got into that car and drove to his house with no regrets, nerf guns and presents for his niece situated beside him and ready for action. he even turned on the radio and sang along to the songs, tapping out a rhythm on his steering wheel as he drove, a smile on his face. to the outside observer, he probably looked deranged. but that was just sort of part of being devan ross. the town should be used to it by then. on the drive, he had time to think about what he was going to do about that budget of his. he had a bad habit of getting off of it - and that wasn't good. what with his inability to cook anything for himself and the fact that he often did things like this and came back from the store with far more than he had expected to get, it was far too often that he found himself having to sacrifice doing something that he wanted. taking that pretty girl who worked at his office on a date because he didn't have the funds or seeing that movie he had been working toward because earlier in the month, he had bought two or three new dvds. he wasn't entirely sure what it was he was sacrificing this month - there wasn't anything major happening, though he would have to cut down on how much pizza he ordered in and alcohol he consumed, which was never fun. as he pulled into his driveway, he decided with finality that he wasn't going to dwell much on it. that was a problem for another time. now? well now he had celia and nerf guns and presents to wrap. that was far more important than figuring out how much beer he could drink. he pulled his bags to him before getting out of the car, humming katy perry's "the one that got away" quietly (damn the radio and its ability to get such nonsense into his head) as he made his way over to celia's car. with a smile, he knocked lightly on her car window before opening it. "well don't sit around for too long," he said brightly before stepping away from the car. "or we'll never get around to me showing you who's boss." he knocked lightly on the hood of her car as he passed it, grinning back at her before making his way up to his house and unlocking the door. celia didn't need his invitation to walk inside and he didn't really feel compelled to give it. it felt a little too formal for them - as if she'd never been there before, and that was a lie. cece was welcome in his house whenever she pleased, with warning or without it, and she was aware. so he didn't think twice about leaving the door open for her to enter and then close behind her as he dropped the bags off on his couch. when he turned, he knew she'd be there. "shall we wrap presents first," he asked her, clapping his hands together, "or ignore that shit and prepare for the almighty war?" yeah basically this is tagged for kit/cecelia and their friendship ;-;

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[celia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0, true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F1BBBA; border-top: 9px solid #A79C8E; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-family: georgia; color: #6B5344; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]i get by with a little help ;; from my friends

[atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F8ECC9; border-left: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-right: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-bottom: 5px solid #F1BBBA; color: #271A09] Celia was more than a little aware that when she was with Devan she tended to act a bit more immature than she did when she was around her older friends. Being with Devan was like being around someone that was her age. It gave her the opportunity to let go and relax and simply have a good time with life. Some might say that she had to grow up too fast for her age, having to be self-sufficient and find companionship where she could. It was true enough that one of the closest relationships in her life was the one with her older brother and that in and of itself could cause the girl to mature faster than she should’ve. A lot of her childhood was lost due her need for attention from older figures and by that need she had ended up spending time with adults instead of kids. She’d gotten into the habit of acting more mature for her age than necessary so she felt like there was some place that she fit in in the world. Maturity wasn’t all that great when it well and came down to it so when this friendship with Devan had started and she’d found that she could act more like a kid than she had for the majority of her life, it was like a breath of fresh air. Devan in and of himself was some kind of wonderful. With the way that his thrill for life never seemed to go away, the way that he was more than a little pleased by simple things in life. She was able to take off the serious edge to her when she was around him. She could be a kid with him and make up for the years that she spent longing to be an adult. It was great, he was great, and the more that she got to know him and spend her time with him the more that she wanted to be around him. Devan was like an addiction but not a bad one. As far as Celia could see there wasn’t anything wrong with their friendship. It was innocent, filled with laughter and smiles. She let out her inner child around him and he accepted that about her. It wasn’t all that much of a wonder that she had ended up having a crush on the man-child. He was quite possibly the best person that she’d known in her life, aside from her older brother. And she loved him, maybe deeper than even she realized. Celia didn’t let herself think on things like that too much though, and while she drove to the apartment instead of daydreaming about what it would be like to be Devan’s girlfriend she simply was thinking of ways to kick his ass at this war. She was remembering the layout of his apartment and the best way there would be to go about getting after him. Beating him at this childish war that they would probably end up taking more seriously than was necessary. Nerf guns were serious business, and anyone who wanted to say otherwise was a moron. She hadn’t had a lot of times like this when she was a kid, her sister and her not getting along or spending tons of time together when it well and came down to it, and besides her sister was far more girly than Celia herself. The wonder that was twins was incredibly interesting to say the least. By the time that she was parked and waiting for him she was rocking out in her car. She’d been in such a trance that she hadn’t expected the knock on her window and she visibly jumped eyes looking over at him all kinds of wide. The shocked look didn’t stay there long before she got out of the car. “Devan you’re a lot of talk but I don’t think that you’ll be able to live up to all of that talk that you’re doing when the time comes,” she teased and followed him up to the apartment. She’d been here enough times and known him for long enough to know of the pretty much open door policy that Devan had with her and any of his friends as far as she’d seen in the time that she’d known him. She closed the door behind him and kicked off her shoes before following him into the living room. The girl then stood there with her brows knitted as she looked at the bags. “Well…” she started and then bit the inside of her cheek and tilted her head to the side. “We could be responsible adults and wrap the presents, or we could give in to our inner children and get this war show on the road.” It was then that the playful smile took over her full lips and she looked over at him. “I say fuck being a grown up. I’m so ready to kick your ass.” And she was still more than sure that she would.

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[devan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more he knew what his brother would say when devan came over with the probably poorly wrapped presents (at least, judging by their less-than-perfectly-square-shape which meant that devan would be just sort of patching up his handiwork with random pieces of wrapping paper) and a smile on his face that said he had obviously been distracted by something other than making his gifts look perfect per usual. he would shake his head and say his name lowly three times, like it was some sort of spell that would take devan and turn him into a functioning adult. honestly? he was used to it by that point and he'd probably plop down and explain how asher had missed the nerf gun fight of the century. and his brother would probably laugh and nod his head and then just knit his brow as he usually did at the mention of celia. but devan had noticed among his friends that this look wasn't specific to asher alone. he got it from everyone and when he asked what was wrong with celia, people (usually annika) would shake their head and just say, "oh sweetie," like that was supposed to mean something to him. but he couldn't help the wide grin from spreading over his features when celia said to just skip the wrapping and get straight to the nerf gun war. no matter what anyone said about the relationship between the pair of them, no matter how their friendship looked or the weird stares they got, and no matter how much asher liked to sit there and tell him it was unnatural to be close to her because she was five years his junior, celia was somebody who just understood the way he operated. who understood that 'wrapping presents' was a formality option that just needed to be thrown out there so he could sound like a responsible uncle, who understood that he wanted nothing more than to put on that vest and shoot her until she had 'died' and he had proof that he was the ultimate nerf gun warrior. and she understood that this was normal, that this wasn't weird, it was just the way that devan was. and above everything, she accepted it. which was why, five years or not, which devan didn't really think was even much of a difference, the pair of them were such good friends. because celia just got it. "i was hoping you'd say that," he told her with a laugh before disregarding the other bag with the presents and heading straight for the ones with their nerf gear. honestly, he was like a little kid on christmas who finally got to open their new toys and play with them because mom had taking all the wrapping paper and put it in the trash and dad was utilizing those ear plugs they'd gotten him to disregard the early morning and go back to bed while his children ran around screaming. only now he didn't have to wait until christmas to open his presents or worry about accidentally shooting mom as asher hid behind her or be afraid when his dad did come stalking out of the main bedroom that they had been too loud. now he just had to worry about not 'dying' and not losing which would be incredibly embarrassing. and as he pulled out one of the guns, some of the extra bullets, and of course his vest, he couldn't help but keep his wide grin. he situated himself the best he could considering that the vests were definitely for people who were a little bit smaller than he was. celia didn't have much of a problem because she was a little girl but devan was tall and devan wasn't exactly tiny anymore the way he had been in high school when he actually had sports and other such nonsense to keep him in shape instead of working at a desk job. when he got the vest on, though, and had loaded his gun, he looked over and waited until celia had done the same. "i feel like such a dork," he laughed, not afraid to admit it. "a hot and sexy dork that's going to kick your ass. but still a dork." and with that in mind, he raised his gun and shot once straight at celia's vest. "one," he counted with a childish grin before taking that opportunity to clamber over the couch and take cover behind it, forever four years old at heart. yeah basically this is tagged for kit/cecelia and their friendship ;-;

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[celia]

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[atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F8ECC9; border-left: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-right: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-bottom: 5px solid #F1BBBA; color: #271A09] Celia was excited, probably more excited than an eighteen year old girl should be when it came to nerf gun wars, but she really couldn't be bothered to care. This was a time in her life where she had more or less been doing whatever it was that she wanted. If she wanted to go hang out with Devan, she hung out with Devan. If she wanted to go play music, she played music. She of course had made sure to at least come home before curfew every night so that Gabe didn't start kicking up a huge fuss about it, but still, there was so much that her older brother wouldn't be pleased about that she was doing anyway. Celia knew that one of these days she was going to have to tell him that she'd dropped out, that she'd been spending her days earning money by playing music on the street, and all the things like that, but not that day. That day, she was getting in touch with her inner child and she was going to play with nerf guns with her best friend. Because, well, that was what she wanted to do. The level of excitement that was filling the girl at the idea of this game was a lot like Christmas. That jittery feeling that took you over. The way that you couldn't stop wiggling around because you knew what was coming. That's how she was in that moment, and really, it was nice to feel young. It was nice to drop off all the things that stressed her out at the door and just be herself in a way she wasn't with anyone else. Devan was some kind of amazing in that way, the way that he just accepted her even in her immature moments. Not only did he accept her but her joined her which made it all the better. Friends like these, you didn't come by often but she was so glad that she'd met Devan. And oh so glad that they were able to be friends like this, to just cut loose, and be kids together. The Bombonati girl let out a laugh at his words and looked over at him with a wide grin on her features. "Of course that's what I'm going to say. Devan you're the old man here, the one that's supposed to be the responsible adult or whatever," she teased and bumped her hip against his again. Not that she wanted him to suddenly take on a mature role and try to tell her that they had things to do and all that blah blah blah, because really, they were so much better off just being kids with one another. Which did seem to include putting on vests that were meant for children and going to war. The moment that the box was opened she pulled on her vest and then grabbed a hair tie from her wrist to pull up those brunette locks of hers. "Oh yeah, Devan, a hot and sexy dork. It's a wonder that I'm not ripping your clothes off right now," she said with a wink and then a small laugh loading her gun and grabbing a few darts placing them in her pocket. "You're going down Ross," she warned him and then started taking a few steps back, searching the room for a good place to call her own little home base since he'd taken behind the couch. Celia ended up choosing a spot in the kitchen where there was an opening so that she could see into the living room. "THREE," she shouted before popping her head around the corner and taking a shot, just barely missing him.

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[devan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more this was the kind of shit devan lived for. the little things. he supposed it had been different before. in high school and even when he was just celia's age, his priorities had been a little different. they had been to drink as much as he possibly could before passing out and party and hook-up and then when he was sober enough to function, take care of his brother. and to be honest, those ideas lasted through high school, until he was able to get and maintain a steady job that meant that he wasn't able to just get drunk and party anymore. he had to finally grow up a little bit and seize control of his bad habits, and he thought that he did a relatively decent job in doing that. he didn't give up those things completely and he would admit that in his house, there was never not beer, but he no longer found joy in the trivial things he did as a teenager. no, now he had reverted back to cherishing the things he did as a child such as shop at toys r us and come home to have a nerf gun war with a friend. which was very devan, really, just in his personality. he was peter pan, a lost boy in neverland who said he never, ever, ever wanted to grow up and teased pirates and stuck out his tongue at the people who didn't like him. he still played pokemon games on his nintendo until he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore, still settled down some mornings to eat sugary cereal and watch cartoons before work. because it was just the little things that he found joy in, the stuff he lived for, and maybe that was why pleasing his niece had meant so much to him. because he loved her and he loved child-like innocence and he wanted her to have that while she still could. he wanted her to feel the joy that he felt when doing things like this. celia was a better shot than anticipated, though. she just barely missed him and seeing as it was around the corner anyway, he was a little impressed by how close she got. most girls were notoriously bad shots. then again, his list of girls he'd actually invited over to have a nerf gun war with was extremely short and consisted mainly of his niece who could barely hold a gun and then people that he'd dated that didn't get scared off at the first mention of immaturity. still, her shot made him grin, and he crept along behind the couch to the wall the led to the doorway to his kitchen. he scooted alongside that and paused outside of the doorway, just waiting for a second as he got ready to fire. then he swerved quickly around the corner and shot. and missed. "oh shit," he muttered, retreating back to jump over his couch and hide behind one of the arms. though he couldn't keep the grin from spreading across his features at the knowledge that he was doing this. though normally he was a much better shot. but hey it was still early - once they had sort of lured each other out he had a feeling that he'd hit a lot more. yeah basically this is tagged for kit/celia and their friendship ;-;

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[celia]

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[atrb=style, width: 430px; background: #F8ECC9; border-left: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-right: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-bottom: 5px solid #F1BBBA; color: #271A09] if anyone ANYONE were to ask celia faye bombonati if this was serious shit, she would tell them that yes without a doubt this was serious shit and it needed to be taken seriously. nerf gun wars, were this day and age's right of passage as far as she was concerned and if there were people who would want to say that they were just acting like a couple of immature kids running around his apartment with fake guns in their hand shooting darts at each other, well then, she would own up to it. because she really didn't care. this was fun. it was more fun than she'd had with someone in a long time and she wasn't about to not have fun because it was supposedly immature or whatever the fuck people wanted to say to her to make her feel like she needed to grow up. which, she was pretty sure that she didn't. at least not in this way. because important things were going down. they had yet to claim what the winner was going to get, but she wasn't sure if that so much mattered as it did being the winner. which she was going to be whether he liked it or not. it was a simple sort of game really. you had so many darts, and sure, you could grab the darts that people had missed hitting you with but that could always risk letting your guard down. she was totally on guard though and when she heard him creeping along the wall that only meant one thing, that she needed to move from where he thought she was. which was exactly what she'd done. the only downfall to the whole thing was that she hadn't been one hundred percent ready to fire when he popped around the corner and missed her. she didn't waste any time though in moving from her safe place to aim and fire as he jumped behind the arm of the couch. "that's one-zip devan," she called out once crouching back behind where she'd been before. "i told you that you were going to lose you might as well give up now," she tagged onto it just to mess with him if nothing else. all was fair in love and war and nerf guns, or what have you. it was hard though, not to laugh. or smile. or to keep being sneaky when all she wanted to do was giggle. because, fuck, this was honest to god the most fun that she'd had in a long time. it was no wonder that she loved spending so much time with devan when it was things like these that they did together. celia peeked around the corner only enough so that she could get the layout of the place better focused in her head and with devan behind the arm of the couch it gave her more than enough cover if she got down really low to get behind the other arm of the couch. the only problem was being able to get down low enough and not make any noise. with a sly smile on her lips she moved onto the ground more or less army crawling quickly to the arm of the couch and hiding behind it curled up in a ball. as quietly as she could she got her bullet loaded and sat and waited. if only for a few moments. then she hopped up and ran across the couch shooting him right in the chest before she ran off the the bedroom to find another hiding spot.

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