[backdated to November 1st]

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[It's no longer October! Which means an end to boggarts, an end to sudden massive stomach wounds, aaaaaaaaaand an end to mind-altering status effects. That last one is important, because it meant that after laying waste to Poison Ivy's lab equipment in a fit of pure rage Roxie Richter spent the day mostly keeping to herself, listening to a lot of sorrowful country music, and vowing to never ever wear leaves again.

Oh, also, she sent an e-mail;

Ramona,

Please come to the same clearing where we talked that first time after stupid shit happened tonight. I swear to god this isn't another dumb thing and you'll actually like it this time.

... I really really really hope this isn't another dumb thing and you'll actually like it. Just give it a chance, okay? I am not going to talk about the beauty of nature or anything stupid like that, I swear.

~ Rox

And indeed, once night hits she's there, at that clearing with a large bag in tow, having started up a decent bonfire while she waits for her girlfriend to (hopefully??) show up.]

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[the_ex_in_excessive]

I know you are.

[leaning in and kissing you on the cheek]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[turning a bit, like she's debating about furthering the kiss or if she's even emotionally ready for that]

Besides, it's more scenic that way. Less potential for snow or poisonous mistletoe in the food...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[pulling back, then]

Spring really is the least shitty season here, isn't it? I didn't really realize it until now.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[it was indecisive hovering okay :\]

April's been pretty nice as far as months not fucking everything over goes.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

March is okay too unless I'm forgetting something.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Um. Last year when I might have neglected to tell you about Scott's existence and that whole argument thing happened with you both in dresses and trying to kick him in the head.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

That's not a camp thing.

[the_ex_in_xp]

The dresses were a camp thing.


Finding out about him was also sort of camp's fault...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Okay. April has Easter.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Which you said wasn't even bad this year...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Because of you, not camp.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Camp didn't ruin it?


...did we really make it out of October's crappy fallout of brainwashing fighting to start arguing about this?

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[laughing, softly]

I think we're proving your point about us being us right right now.

[the_ex_in_xp]

We really are.

[closing the distance from when you pulled back]

I like April because it's got your birthday and we stopped arguing enough to get our shit together, even if there's Easter, so there.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[smiling and resting her hands on your shoulders]

Okay. But we've really veered off the topic of stuff camp does every year, here.

[the_ex_in_xp]

April's pretty much a blank slate, right? No crossdressing dance like March, no Naked Day like May. It's expectationless...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Wait, is that dance annual? Nevermind, then.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Guess that means April wins by default.

But without the part where we fought or weren't talking to each other, it's not so bad. I already know you can look good in a suit.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Which is why camp made me wear a dress that one time.

[the_ex_in_xp]

That was one awkward dress too.

[that disturbing moment where you realize you were comparing your ex-boyfriend in a dress to your girlfriend in a dress in terms of attractiveness and just. want to stop going there...]

But you could look nice in them if you didn't seem like they made you hate everything.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

They do make me hate everything, and I don't look good in them. But it's sweet of you to say that, I guess.

[the_ex_in_xp]

If you ever found one that didn't make you hate everything, you'd probably look good in it. With the smiling adding +5 to your charm stats.

[sighs] One day we'll get through a whole social gathering party dance thing without something going horribly wrong.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Hopefully. Man, did none of those really work out at all?

[the_ex_in_xp]

None of the formal ones. The keggers might count...

They always seemed to come around when things between us were bad.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

So basically what I'm choosing to hear this as is "we shouldn't go to dumb huge parties anymore," to which I wholeheartedly agree.