let me just draw a smile on you - thursday

[THURSDAY DAVENPORT]

“Yeah,” Thursday mumbled. “I’d like some more pets, I guess...” But could he even handle that many pets? he wondered. He had enough of a challenge handling Wednesday – hell, he and Tuesday didn’t even feed the poor guy. What would he do with a puppy? It’d probably end up all neglected or something, and then he’d get arrested and go to jail, and jail was only for losers. He was so not made for jail.

Was she talking about work? Ew. Work. “I dunno what I want to do,” he thought out loud. “Can’t really think about getting a job. I mean, I can, but not, like...a permanent one. I’ve worked places before to get some money for stuff, but, like...a career? I dunno.” He sighed and rolled his shoulders.

At her intent gaze, he frowned just a little bit and looked away. Yeah. He probably should have been more careful about the whole stealing thing. “We put it back,” he muttered under his breath after a moment. And they had – their parents had forced them to, after the puppy chewed its way out of the cardboard box they’d been keeping it in and ran about the house, knocking over expensive things.

“A little,” Thursday reasoned, seeing that Kylie didn’t really share his opinion about cats. “I don’t have anything against cats personally. Except for my great-aunt’s cat. That thing was a monster.” He faked a shiver and mustered a small, joking smile. “And yeah, Nov’s name is crazy cool. But she’s totally not the rockstar type. She’s more the bookish-nightowl-study-all-the-time type.” He shook his head, smile growing. “But we’re friends, I mean. Like. She feeds my gecko willingly, so she must like me.”

He bit his lip, a smaller smile growing on his face as they continued their discussion about names. “Thanks,” he said, “yours is, too.” And then he grinned briefly, before the expression turned sheepish with her latter response. “Uh, yeah, it...well, thanks. It was kinda, uh. Dumb. But. Most of my jokes are, so.” He laughed in a slightly self-deprecating manner.

Perking up as he realized she didn’t know ‘Fight Club,’ he said, “Oh, uh, it’s fine. Yeah, it’s a movie. Well, it was a book first. And not, like, a big fat boring one, either. It was a really good book. Movie’s different, of course. But, like...still good. Some crazy existential nihilism shyit going on in that thing. It’s pretty wild.” He shrugged. “I guess it’s not the kind of thing you’d watch. It’s really violent.”

[KYLIE JACOBS]

Kylie glanced to the wall clock, wondering how long they'd been talking. All she'd meant to do was borrow some paint and ask where he'd been. Here they were now, talking about animals and names and Fight Clubs. Why hadn't she tried talking to him before he disappeared for that short while? He was interesting and she'd been having trouble coming across interesting people lately. "Maybe after school," she suggested. "Less to worry about then. Taking care of a pet would be easier." She shrugged, "or I think it would be."

Kylie giggled a bit, she couldn't help it. Something had just clued her in to his distaste of the idea of working. She had to agree, though. "Uck, no. I don't want a career. I get bored easily." It was why she tried so many things: painting, knitting, singing. There were few things she stuck to (knitting had not been one of them; SO DULL). "Money is so easy to go through, though. Kind of need a job at some point."

She nodded, glad to know they'd given the cat back. Whether it was because they'd been caught or not. "I think it's just that I like kittens..." That was probably it. Kylie laughed. "Oh wow, I don't even want to imagine that." She tilted her head, thinking. Alright, not a rockstar. "An author, then." Was it wrong for her to assume bookish-study-all-the-time-nightowls would make splendid authors?

Kylie smiled brightly, "thank you!" Compliments always made her happy, no matter how small. "I like all sorts of jokes. I'm easily amused." Listening closely as this was her first lesson on Fight Club, Kylie was no longer surprised as to why she didn't know of the novel/movie. She shook her head, "oh no. Violence is not my thing. At all." She shuddered. "I have this issue with blood."

[THURSDAY DAVENPORT]

Thursday caught Kylie's glance towards the time and wondered if he was boring her, mentally slapping himself. How much of an idiot did he have to be in front of people before he figured out that he wasn't funny? "Er, yeah, I guess that might be...yeah." He fidgeted kind of awkwardly in his seat, a bit thrown off by the idea that she might be losing interest -- not because he craved her attention, just because he was trying to avoid getting down on himself lately about little things like this, and it was a hard feeling to fight off.

However, his spirits eased a little as she laughed. People didn't laugh when they were bored, right? He smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, I mean...I can't really think of what I'd wanna do...like...I dunno. Street art, maybe? Maybe I could be the boss of some kickass crime syndicate. Except I wouldn't kill people. That'd be all...nah. Not my style." He shook his head, finding himself a bit caught up in that thought; he and Tuesday, at the head of the world's biggest crime ring. So badass. "But yeah, money. It's. Yeah. It's important if you want to. You know. Keep eating food." He offered a playful grin.

"Kittens are pretty cute," Thursday confessed, tipping his head to the side and smiling. "But yeah, my aunt's cat was a beast if I've ever seen one. Crazy old thing, I swear to God. Deranged. Mentally ill. I don't know what she did to it to make it like that. Maybe it was just born that way." He rolled his eyes slightly before refocusing on her with a smile.

At the suggestion about Nov, he shrugged. "She'll probably grow up to be something cool and glamorous like that," he agreed. "But she'll probs be one of those reclusive authors who, like, never talks to anybody and pumps out awesome books. Like J.D. Salinger. Except not as crabby. Hopefully." He wasn't sure if she would get that joke. Probably not. Oh, well.

"You're welcome," he replied, nodding. "And yeah, I love me some jokes. Know too many of 'em, too. Most of them are bad, but in my opinion, those are the best kind. Just preference, I guess." He laughed softly, though it turned a bit dry at her mentioning of her aversion to violence. "It's a bit over the top for a lot o' people, I don't blame ya," he said. "It's just, like. Really crazy shit. If the blood doesn't get you, the wack-job philosophy will. And it's, like. All these peeps take it up, right? And, like, the author didn't even want people to do that, it was seriously just a story, but then you've got all these crazies all over the world starting fight clubs 'cause they think the ideas are so radical. It's crazy."