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[rinue]

A lonely day in many respects. Ciro's been opening the store the past few days, which means he has to wake up around the time we usually go to sleep, and tries to fall asleep at the time we usually have dinner. During the few hours I see him, I have to be very careful not to do anything that could worsen his insomnia - in the past two days, he's managed maybe six hours of sleep (as opposed to lying in bed in the dark). Despite his exhaustion, he is still charming, witty, and ridiculously smooth - all of which would probably make me hate him if I didn't adore him instead.

It makes me a little wistful; when I first met Ciro, he hadn't worked out any of the tricks he now uses to help himself sleep, and would remain awake for days on end. Once, he showed up at Chad's pale as a vampire and near the point of hallucination. Looking back, I can't imagine how he convinced me it was safe to let him drive home - although I assume it had something to do with the fact that there was no way he'd fall asleep at the wheel. And that I've always trusted him to know his limits. I sometimes wonder whether things between us would have taken a different (much swifter) course if Ciro hadn't been so exhausted during those early months. (But then we might not have met James. Only of course we would have. Destiny's destiny.)

[I don't know whether it's too much exposure to fanfic and alternate histories, or whether I played too many graphic adventures as a kid (save early and often; save in multiple clearly-labeled slots) - I always play the "what if things had happened this way instead?" game, which gets mistaken for regret or obsession by people who don't realize the game includes scenarios like "what if I'd owned a nightclub, and Ciro could fly, and Chad was a supercomputer?"]

...And with that, I suddenly discover that Ciro is inappropriately awake, and miserable about it, and I must go fulfill my role as comfortador.

Comments

[achates.livejournal.com]

*stern look* Just be sure to comfort hisself like a comportador.

[marveloustrick.livejournal.com]

Do I get any superpowers? Perhaps I have the magic ability to curl up on things and fall asleep.

My parents don't seem to understand Miss Face. But really, they forget that all she wants is attention, food, and something black to fall asleeep on top of. I understand. Her impulses are frequently the same as my own.

I should probably get some black bedsheets; I would sleep better.

[rinue.livejournal.com]

Why would you sleep better on black sheets? And do you not already have some?

You might also explain that Miss Face (as near as I can tell) gets a lot of satisfaction from following people from window to window and maoing at them. It's like television for her.

[narcolepticcat.livejournal.com]

you spelled maoing like chairman mao and not like meow. i am stunned and affronted.

[rinue.livejournal.com]

I did this because Scarface does not sound like meow - which some cats do, I grant, but not others. For instance, my parents' cat sounds more like a sheep, which I ordinarily represent "mehhhhhh." I have always suspected that Scarface is secretly a communist infiltrator. Why else would she be so friendly, and so intent to get inside?

[treehavn.livejournal.com]

I read that you had to go and fulfil your role as conquistador. Which baffled me somewhat, I have to say.

Am still convinced I will wake up one morning and realise I have some Secret Destiny (and it is not to avoid the dogshit in Hackney).