http://swordsofjustice.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] swordsofjustice.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] justicereigns 2009-12-02 08:09 am (UTC)

She shifted slightly, eyebrows drawn tight as she took a quick swig of her drink. Her shoulders relaxed and she let out a soft sigh, finally relaxing as she was now sure Smoker wasn't going to explode. "I apologize sir..." She pulled out the black tin, opening and replacing the extremely chewed up cigarette into the case, before closing it and let it rest there.

"Sir, how old am I?" She finally commented softly, as if proving a point. "I am not that 17 year old girl any more, sir... I would also let it be known, Smoker-san, I am a grown woman, you are not my father, nor have you ever been seen as such. Yes, I admire you, yes, you have helped shape the person I've become. But you are not and never will be my father, do not act as such. So please treat me as my age and not my shoe-size," Her voice strained with how soft it was and she looked briefly at the two to the side of them, before stilling and breathing in sharply.

She turned to the other two and brightly smiled. "I apologize for keeping both of you out of our conversation, would you mind if I asked about 'Mass'? As a foster child... I really never had a chance to get a taste of such things. I grew up fairly agnostic as a child, but that doesn't mean I'm not interested in hearing about religions." Her smile never turned away from them, as she tried to include them into all of their conversation, not letting it bother her anymore that Smoker and Karen weren't on speaking terms. While it still did deep down.

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