[open thread] this is the skin of a killah~

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

Characters: Julian Keller, you. All are welcome, but separate threads, please. This ain't no group therapy session~ Julian can meet each person at a different time or something.
Setting: Outside, on one of the mansions trails.
Content: Julian's taking a jog which became a... half-hearted walk.
Status: Open and incomplete.



[Here's Julian, finally... running out of steam this week. It's been a few days since he helped Josh kill Kimura and frankly he's done nothing but train and pretend everything's okay since then. He's also surly and sarcastic if anyone's brought it up.

He went out for his daily jog, but halfway through it became a walk. So he's in his sweats and he's sweaty, walking the trail and just looking a bit miserable and pensive since he thinks he's alone.]

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[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He just... doesn't know what to say to that for a moment. Or how to feel about it: in general, from her. He runs a hand through his hair before placing it back on his hip.] I hope that's still true. Because that's the last thing I feel like.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

It is, okay? Because if it wasn't, you wouldn't be worry about all this.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Yeah well, this is... the real Julian. He can be quite unsure. He thinks over her words, sighs as he lifts his eyes to her again. She's right; he knows this on some level.] I just keep telling myself it was the only way. I know this, but no matter how many times I think it... it always sounds like an excuse. I'm just--waiting for some kind of punishment.

Listen, sweetheart... you don't need to--listen to this. It's my problem.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

After all the times you've listened to me? Please. It's the least I can do, sugah.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[There's genuine gratefulness in his expression, and he shifts a little, his lips quirking in a very tired, very sad smile.] I'm going to hug you, and I'm hoping you don't punch me in the face.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

No punching. I promise.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Okay now Julian has a real small smile. He reaches to wrap his arms around her, one hand at her back and the other cupping the back of her neck lightly. It's not an awkward, loose whatever hug either. This is a real hug. He tilts his head down a little, towards her ear.]

Thanks, sweetheart.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

You're welcome, sugah.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[How long can this hug be before it's too long? Another one or two Mississippi's? He squeezes her a little, waits one and a half, and then lets her go.]

And not just for being nice enough not to break my nose again.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

I know



You know the no-punching thing only counted for just now, right?

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

Damn, sweetheart. There goes my plan to throw you over my shoulder and have my way with you in the bushes.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

You know how you were just talking about your nose not being broken?

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Now Julian's just grinning. It's a good sign. He's back to his cocky self. And he's... just kidding. Sort of. HE'S TEASING YOU, ROGUE.]

I get it, beautiful. You're a good girl. You gotta pretend like you wouldn't like it.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Go back to running or whatever you were doin'.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He just swings with that punch. He slowly starts to walk past her. And he gives her a playful, flirty wink as he lightly punches her arm right back.]

Thinking about you? Sure thing, sugar. Enjoy your book.