fe_male | memeboxing

Apply your imagination. You know what I meant. [ Handwave, some sort of gesture to accompany whatever it is he isn't actually saying with that, whether because he doesn't feel like it or didn't know where he was going with the train of thought anyway in the first place. ]

Mmm. Mr. Eloquent, right here. [ But she sounds more amused than anything, resting her head against him, fingers running gently back and forth across his bare skin. And after a long moment of silence, abruptly and more seriously. ] Do you ever wonder why us?

[ Yeah that sure was abrupt. He wasn't really expecting to suddenly get all existential or whatever she just did. ] Why us what?

[ Chewing over what she wants to say in silence for a long moment as she runs her fingers across his skin, decidedly not looking at him. ] Why we got all this shit to deal with.

[ He has literally no idea how to reply to that. ] Karma?

[ She generally prefers not to think of herself as quite that bad, but she has to admit it's not - inaccurate for her. (Not for him. Never for him.) ]

I don't think I like karma.

I don't think anyone particularly likes karma, except people who sell kitsch tchotchkes and maybe people who technically ought to be on the lower end of the scale. Everyone else likes to think it's their own hard work paying off, or - [ Hand wave. Who the fuck knows. He doesn't, and he certainly falls into the second category of people, except he doesn't, because he knows that and therefore doesn't like karma, but whatever. ]