[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.]

Comments

[the_ex_in_xp]

[just...bursts out laughing]

That's the thing that really gets you?

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[very very dryly]

I have to have priorities, right?

[the_ex_in_xp]

[you're supposed to join in my laughter :\]

I'm sure Uma Thurman will forgive me if I wait a few months before diving back into her oeuvre...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[well she's chuckling? That's a thing]

Okay, okay. We'll have to do other things on future movie nights until then.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[resting her head against yours and tightening the hug]

I think we can manage that.