Now that was an interesting look on him, that nervous, deflecting tone he took on, trying so hard not to offend her. Shaking her head she pulled back and ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it back into place as she tried to figure out a correct response.
So he didn't have a plan, just wanted to know what she wanted to do. Which was all well and good, if she actually knew what she wanted to do. For fucks sake, you spend twenty-four years on the earth, you should know what you want to do by now. It was frustrating, as she let herself think about it.
Turning back to him, she straddled his lap and slid her hands up his chest slowly. "I don't know what I want to do, and that's the truth. My dream when I was little, was to be a dancer, and now I am." In an attempt to appear apathetic, she shrugged a shoulder.
God, childhood, what a long time ago that was.
"What did you want to be when you were a little kid?"
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Date: 2008-06-26 11:40 pm (UTC)So he didn't have a plan, just wanted to know what she wanted to do. Which was all well and good, if she actually knew what she wanted to do. For fucks sake, you spend twenty-four years on the earth, you should know what you want to do by now. It was frustrating, as she let herself think about it.
Turning back to him, she straddled his lap and slid her hands up his chest slowly. "I don't know what I want to do, and that's the truth. My dream when I was little, was to be a dancer, and now I am." In an attempt to appear apathetic, she shrugged a shoulder.
God, childhood, what a long time ago that was.
"What did you want to be when you were a little kid?"