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J O Y [ mclaggen ] ([info]almondjoy) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2009-03-16 18:08:00


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Entry tags:joy mclaggen, phineas mclaggen

[Sadface Finn!]
Sometimes it really sucked that Finn was the captain of the United. Like, you'd think it wouldn't affect her, but it did! Like, for example, it was because he was captain that he had even less time at home than the rest of the team. Or how because he was captain there was even more spotlight and publicity shined on them than the rest of the team's families. Or when the United lost a championship after practically waltzing on in and taking two in a row, it was because he was captain that he was taking the loss ten million times harder than anyone else on the team and making it very difficult--very confusing, still, after all the advice--for Joy to know what to do with him.

He'd slept late that morning, like late late, like she had gotten up a good two and a half hours before him when it was usually the other way around (okay well he usually had practice, but whatever IT WAS WEIRD). And once he had finally hauled himself out of bed, he basically just plopped himself down on the couch. With Cormac. Doing nothing.

She would have said this was worse than the shower, except the shower had been wet, so Joy supposed this wasn't worse, but---she'd gotten through the shower thing, somehow, and now he was posing her with another problem and goodness GRACIOUS this man was high maintenance shewasneverlettinghimcallherthatagainHEWASOBVIOUSLYWORSE!

Joy leaned against the archway to the kitchen as she watched him, biting down on her lip hard. Should she call Tibs? Or threaten to call Tibs? Because like, it had been a day now and he seriously couldn't be mad at her for wanting to do something to make him talk to her, could he? ... On second thought, no, she still didn't want to go there. But like!!!

Sigh.

Pushing off the wall, she stepped carefully into the living room until she got to the couch, and plastered a wide smile on as she tilted her head in an attempt to catch his eye. Outside, she looked happy and energetic as normal, but inside she was preparing herself to crash and burn. "You want lunch? I'm going to make some!"



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[info]almondjoy
2009-03-23 05:16 am UTC (link)
The second Finn's back was turned, Joy's eyes rolled back in her head and her lips formed silent words something like 'HOLY FUCK!', matching frustrated arm motions and all. But it was silent, for the same reason that Finn hadn't gone off on her just now. While frequent, their fights never happened in front of Cormac. All of the yelling and door-slamming and venting happened either while he was far away with a babysitter, or else across the house and sound asleep. If there was one single thing in the world they could agree on, it was that their son didn't need to grow up listening to their constant rows.

Which still didn't mean that they were mature enough to work things out like calm, rational adults. Just that they would always try to be loud and immature in private.

"Yeah, god forbid!" she chirped sarcastically, the tight smile evident in her voice. "God forbid you've got someone who cares enough to not let you dwell on it and tell you you're not half the loser you think you are!"

She wasn't sticking around for this, for these fake-happy bites back at each other. At least he was mad now, not just sitting there wasting away or whatever--however, if he was going to be pissy with her the rest of the day for telling him the truth, then she didn't need to stay. "You boys have fun with that lunch. I've got an appointment with the florist later, I'll get something out," she called as she turned down towards the bedroom. Men.

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