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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph is curled up in an armchair by the fire, scribbling away in what might be a notebook but really just screams DIARY. There's a giant mug of coffee beside her, and she's wrapped in a fluffy dressing gown and looking a wee bit on the sleepy side.

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[el-vago.livejournal.com]

Andres looks up from where hes lounging on a sofa nearby.

"Oh, hello again. You look" *yawn "almost as tired as I am." He smiles at the irony of yawning while saying so.

"So what are you writing?" He asks curiously.

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

She looks up, startled at the voice. "Oh! Hiya. Just ... writing. Figuring out things. I want to see if I can go home, just as a ghost or something."

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

"And writing in that thing is going to tell you?" *Yawn* "How would you manage the ghost part of the operation?" He's not curious anymore. Just confused.

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"Just making notes. I think better if I write things down as I go. And it's not like anyone here's been me or anything." She shrugs, and finds herself yawning along with him. "It's pretty much guess-and-go at this point. Oh, the ghost thing? Well, I'm dead, so."

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

"Ah I. . Oh! I'm sorry. I hope I didn't offend you." His eyebrows furrow a moment. "So many here are it seems." *Shrug* "Well I hope you find a way home."

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. My world's ... Well, I talked to another dead boy just after I died, and he was hanging around as a ghost, so I should be able to." She stretches her cramped hands out. "Or that's what I hope. I'm not offended. I'm pretty much okay with being dead, by now."

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

He nods. "Well I'm still sorry to hear that. Good luck." He just frowns and stares into the fire.

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

Steph glances at him. "Hey, are you okay?"

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm fine." He only sounds mostly convinced of the fact. "I was just worried that I was keeping you from working." He's still watching the flames.

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"If you're not, you know, you can tell me." She eyes him. "I might be able to help."

She's not so keen on the flames herself, but she glances over to see what he's looking at. Nothing really catches her eye.

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

"There's nothing wrong per-say, everything's great, and that's part of the problem. I need to keep it that way, whether I am happy with the results or not." *he shrugs* "It's mostly relationship problems, not worth dwelling on." He felt ridiculous for doing so himself.

He can't really see anything in the flames either, which is why he is watching them so curiously.

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

Steph shakes her head. "Yeah, I've had my share of those. It's hard not to dwell on them, though. I mean, when your boyfriend dumps you for Superboy, what do you do...?" No, she's not bitter. "Um. What do you mean, whether you're happy or not? If everything's great, doesn't that automatically mean you'd be happy?"

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps I use great poorly. I refer to the best possible outcome for all parties involved. There are a several possibilities. The best has yet to be decided. Some would make me very happy, others less so, but they would be the best option for everyone else involved. The choice is not mine. I will do whatever is needed of me. Thus yes, everything being great makes me happy, but it does not mean I enjoy the outcome."

*Sigh* "I guess I'm just not happy unless I am doing something for someone else. I have had a harder time thinking only of myself than I expected."

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Which means she's completely unexpecting, right? Right?

This begs to be tested.

And -is- tested, when a dog suddenly bounds up to her with no obvious source, and -tackles-.

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

Steph is definitely completely unexpecting.

And not particularly a dog person in the first place.

Also, the armchair, not apparently as stable as it looks.

"Eeargh," Steph yelps, from the floor. "Get off. Get off. What the hell?"

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

The dog completely ignores her, and sets about licking her face. It'd be really nice if she knew where it came from, huh?

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

Steph tries to get a grip and push it off. How can a dog be stronger than she is? That's just not fair.

... it's kind of cute, really. If smelly.

"Come on, mutt, get off."

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Krypto sits on her chest and gives her a very mournful look, wagging his tail. "Mrrrr?" He whines.

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"Please? You're kind of heavy."

She can't resist smiling at it, though. Cute dog. She reaches up to pet it.

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Krypto steps off onto the ground, and then nudges her with his nose. He nudges again, as if he's hinting something.

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"You want what, dog?" She scratches him, and looks around. "What are you poking me at?"

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Krypto glances at the door, then whines, pushing at her again.

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know, it's a door." She doesn't really want to go look out. She's scared of what she'd see. "You, what, just came through? And you picked me to jump all over, huh."

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Krypto nudges her again, right where the insignia would be if she was wearing a costume. Pointfully.

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

Steph blinks, and smacks a hand into her head. "Oh, man. It was the boots that gave me away, wasn't it? Hey - you're not Tim in disguise, by any chance?" She gives the dog a very suspicious look.