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Who: Victor and Kat
What: Everything is a bit suck at the moment
When: Tuesday
Where: Victor's Place
Warnings: TBD

If honest with herself, Kat was starting to think of Victor's place as 'home'. A safe place, where everything bad could be shut out and she didn't have to think. She kept it to herself for now though. When he picked her up she'd just smiled and climbed into the car. She'd been quiet most of the ride, staring out at the city and hating how utterly normal it looked.

Somewhere out there something so evil had a friend of hers in it's claws, and people were still busy yelling at traffic. It felt horribly unfair. She wanted to yell at them, but didn't. Instead she played with a bracelet on her wrist and was quiet. When they arrived she walked into his home and put up her coat. It all felt mechanical. She wondered if any of it mattered.

She found herself on the couch with the desire to cry, but didn't. She'd cried more then enough over the past few days. Between the nightmares and that, she just felt tired. "I really want to run away." She finally gave. She toyed her fingers over her jeans. "And it feels like it wouldn't matter. Like nothing matters."

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Laughing she shook her head, "I know. When you do try my only reaction is to kiss you." She smiled to the thought of a dog, "I would like that. I do love puppies. A few weeks is fine then, and I know you have your classes in August and my finals end on the seventeenth. So what about the middle of June until my birthday? It'd be like three weeks."

"That sounds perfect to me," he said, leaning in to kiss her. "I'm looking forward to it. I'll look into accommodation as well. Do you prefer smaller towns? We could find a little beachfront place somewhere."

She smiled to the kiss, "oh yes small towns. Here, you find something and I'll call them. I'm sure they'd enjoy having their own language spoken to them. But a beach sounds amazing. I'll probably never leave."

"Teamwork!" he said cheerfully. "So if it's beachfront I guess this means you'll see me in my leopard-print speedo." And then he cracked up over his own joke.

She laughed to that, "I love you and I think you look amazing in just about anything, but please no. I will not know you if you choose to do that. Or," she smirked, "I will find a leopard printed bikini and we can just clash horribly with every sensible fashion choice ever made. One or the other."

"Oh god," he laughed more. "I assure you, I don't have a leopard-printed anything. Or even a speedo. I just like seeing your face do that 'you are entirely ridiculous' look."

"It is a look I probably have a lot, granted, I get the same. I figure it's why we work. But thank you for that. I'll have to dig up my things though. Or buy new ones because I don't think I've bought any swimwear in ages." She hadn't had much opportunity to use it before now.

"We could always do pre-trip shopping," he suggested. "My trunks might be too big for me now anyway. I'd have to dig them out to see."

"Ohhh," she grinned to that, a bit mischievously, "I am all for that one. Especially if they are too big. But shopping sounds good. Any time after the 17th is awesome for me."

"Are you all for that because they're likely to just fall off?" he asked with a laugh.

Grinning she nodded, "yup. I am vain and so very shallow. But at least I admit it."

"I'd protest, but I love it," he smiled fondly at her.

Still smiling she set her head against his shoulder, "for which I am thankful."