Oh those lovely lawsuits

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya reached out to slap her alarm clock and pulled the covers over her head. She really didn't want to get out of bed today. The very idea of going into the courtroom scared her. Yes, she'd have to get over that eventually, but suing...suing just gave her the creeps. It felt like things were out of hand. Out of control.

She hated that feeling.

That meant she wanted to stay in bed. Sadly, she could smell coffee. And the snooze button wasn't where it was suppose to be...in fact, her alarm wasn't where it was suppose to be. "The hell?" she muttered from within the blankets.

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[mitochondriaaya]

"I'd rather know he's taking care of himself." she pointed out. Really, compared to the release of bitching and moaning, well...

"Or we could do that." she agreed easily "If you want to be logical about it." and have a horn handy.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Not my call." Dilan says, kissing her head and going back to the car.

[mitochondriaaya]

"I know, I know." she slid into the car and leaned into the front seats to try to get the AC on "Ummm, no keys Dilan. do we get the deposit back if you hotwire it?" because she had absolute faith he could figure it out!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Spare key." Dilan says, digging into a pocket, "Braig always has me carry one. Here."








"Also I'm not going to admit to the criminal justice student that I could potentially do something like hot wire a car."

[mitochondriaaya]

"In the name of ice cream I'd let it slide." Aya shrugged and got the car started before holding a hand back for the packages. The AC was better in the front seat floorboards. "Once. Besides, a car like this is just a computer with a motor attachment, I assume you can hotwire as a matter of course."

[sliceitwithwind]

"I'll remember that." he says, pressing his hand against her cheek and then passing the packages up to her.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Which part?" she asked wryly after leaning into his hand a moment "Forgiveness or my assumptions you can hotwire?" because some things stuck in memory better! For her next trick she was going to see how far back the seats in the rental went!

[sliceitwithwind]

"I think I'll let you wonder." Dilan says, grinning and ruffling her hair.

[mitochondriaaya]

"I get myself in trouble if I wonder too much!" she pouted "Or I get you guys in trouble!" they had ample evidence of this!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Pshaw, monkey, you get us in trouble either way."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Gee, thanks." she reached back blindly to poke him "Glad to know I serve a purpose."

[sliceitwithwind]

"You are my Aya and I love you." Dilan says simply.

Argue with that. He dares you.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Despite it all." she added in a wounded, aggrieved tone.

[sliceitwithwind]

"That is your purpose in life. To be loved."

[mitochondriaaya]

"...you'd think I'd know if that was my purpose. I wouldn't need to do anything else with myself." like help people. That was a need. It was kinda hard to explain.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Maybe." Dilan says, shrugging a little, "If so, well...that's something only you can really decide."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Only I can decide if I need to do anything else with myself? Doesn't that kinda negate the 'purpose/destiny' thing?" she didn't know whether to be confused just entertained by the turn this was taking. "And if I'm only here to be loved should I go for teen idol or something?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Aya, I don't believe in destiny." Dilan says simply, "I believe in what I know. I know you're special, and Braig and I are special. I know that I've found my life path, and a lot of it involves following you and Braig around and helping you. But some destiny out of our hands? Honestly, I wouldn't want to live in a world like that."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Then don't try to tell me I've got a purpose in life until I at least get a Bachelors." she countered with a grin. 'You can follow Braig around, I'm going back home to take of it until you guys go back!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"You started it, monkey." Dilan points out, leaning back, "And I'm going to follow both of you around. You'll just have to suffer through my love and adoration. For now, though, go get the short one."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Heh...my own fanclub. Wow." she turned around in the seat to grin at him "Is it my turn to rescue him from the Foreign Film section?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yup. I got him last time, remember? He had a cold?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Oh yeah, we ended up with those really weird psi-horrors that were really film student project pieces right?" she'd tried to forget that. She'd tried REALLY HARD. "Okay, back in a minute." or how ever long it took to drag Braig out.

...she couldn't even see in their usual sections. That was ominous.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yeahhhh." Dilan agrees.

Braig is actually almost done. He's got a stack of videos almost as high as the distance from thigh to waist on Dilan, a clerk following him around, and he's contemplating a last two.

"Hey, Aya. Alien intelligence bent on killing off my species and leaving yours alone, or pandemic that leaves Dilan's kind alone and kills pretty much everything else on the world?"

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya eyed the stack of videos for a moment "...are you moving in or something?" she teased. After all, there were only so many hours in the day! "Do either of them do the weird political or religious message?"