YarnKittymon: LB: ::is attending church in a rather large non-Catholic church; there's at least a few hundred in the congregation, and it's in a fairly new building::
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::is sitting in one of the back rows of the church listing to the sermon::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::about halfway through the sermon, sees Ethan out of the corner of her eye; smiles slightly, but doesn't wave or anything; it *is* church, after all::
YarnKittymon: : ::the pastor preaches for another ten minutes, pretty much reitterating the same points, and then has them stand for a final song and invitation::
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::stands for the final song and notices that Libby is here also. He didn't know she came to this church but then he doesn't come to chuch often.::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::sings with the congregation, a bit off-key, but she knows all the words without looking at a hymnal. Once they're dismissed, works through the crowd of socializers, over towards Ethan:: Fancy meeting you here...
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::smiles:: Nice to see you Libby. I didn't know you came here
YarnKittymon: LB: ::nods:: Among other places. I haven't seen you here before, but I suppose it's so big, it's hard to find someone. Or do you usually attend an earlier service?
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::gives her a nervous smile:: Actually I don't usually attend service at all. But sometimes I feel the need to come.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::a bit surprised:: Oh...::half-smiles:: Well, as long as your heart's in the right place, I suppose...
YarnKittymon: LB: Well, enough about that. Would you like to...::pauses, then shakes her head:: Never mind.
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::frowns:: What?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::pauses, then shrugs:: I was going to ask if you wanted to have breakfast.
SquirtLaWort: EM: Well of course I'd love to go to breakfast with you.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::nods, frowning, then brightens:: I think there's a little cafe nearby. I guess it wouldn't be much of a breakfast, but they have pastries and coffee...
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::laughs:: Sounds wonderful. I never get much of a breakfast anyways.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles, heading outside:: Really? Why not?
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::follows libbly out, shrugs:: I don't know never really hungry I guess. Doesn't matter.
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::smiles at her:: It's good to see you outside of freakshow.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles back, heading towards the cafe:: You too...any reason you felt like you should come to church today...?
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::smirks:: An angel told me to go.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::blinks:: Alex?
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::laughs:: No, I was just kidding. Besides that guy is no angel.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::nods soberly:: I know...I hope it's not a sin to tout him as one for the show...
SquirtLaWort: EM: Don't worry about it, God will fogives, ::smirks:: or he may strike us with lighting.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::half-smiles:: Well, he's not dressed like I envision one of God's angels...and not all angels are *good*...
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::opens the door to the cafe:: That's true.
YarnKittymon: LB: Oh! It's nice and warm in here...not like that church; you'd think God's people could've afforded to heat the place a bit, eh?
YarnKittymon: ::thunder sounds rather near them, even though the sky's just a little cloudy::
LB: ::jumps, grabbing Ethan's arm with both hands, startled::
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::A bit startled by Libby:: Whoa it's okay. ::smiles and winks at her:: You're safe with me.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles, still a bit nervously:: Still...I suppose I'd better be a bit less blasphemous...::after a moment, belatedly lets go of Ethan's arm::
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::smiles:: Never thought of disliking the cold to be blasphemous.
YarnKittymon: LB: Perhaps not, but I'd best not appear too fond of *heat,* unless I want to feel it for all eternity...::looks out the window suspiciously::
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::laughs:: Libby your too funny. ::sits down at a booth::
SquirtLaWort: EM: Now come on and sit down before people start thinking your nutty.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::sits down, and takes a menu when a waiter hands them to them; half-smiles:: You don't have much fear of God, do you?
SquirtLaWort: EM: Hmm? ::thinks for a moment:: I fear God. I just have a differnt perseption of him than most people.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::pauses:: Oh. ::pauses again:: I suppose I try to have *everyone's* perspective of God...
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::frowns looking at the menu:: I don't know *some* Peoples perpectives on God are pretty twisted.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::looks down soberly:: That's true, I suppose...my parents both had different ideas, though, so I have to attend two services every Sunday. It's tiring...::looks at the menu::
SquirtLaWort: EM: Why do you have to attend two differnt services? Your an adult you don't have to do what your parents want.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::half-laughs, then shakes her head; quietly:: My father is dead. And I still have to do what my mother wants...
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::puts down his menu:: I'm sorry about your father. But you shouldn't have your mother boss you around.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::quietly:: If I hadn't been brought up rich, I wouldn't...
SquirtLaWort: EM: What does being brought up rich have to do with it?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::looks rather uncomfortable:: Well...I suppose it's not technically her money...but there's a certain way the wealthy have to behave...
SquirtLaWort: EM: I wouldn't know I've always been poor.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::looks up at him:: How is it? Being poor, I mean.
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::smiles:: Well it's like you don't have enough to buy what you want and sometime you can't even get what you need. Like breakfast. But I've never been down about it.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::looks down soberly:: I'm sorry to hear that...
SquirtLaWort: EM: It's okay I don't care about money, as long as I have enough to survive I'm fine.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::still looks rather concerned, then pauses and looks back at the menu:: Have you decided what you want yet? I'm buying, of course.
SquirtLaWort: EM: umm Coffee sounds good. Don't know what's good to eat.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::looks at the menu again:: I was just going to have coffee, myself. But I'm sure the danishes and donuts are good.
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::shrugs:: I guess I'll just get a donut.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::motions to the slightly slovenly-looking waiter and orders::
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::queitly to libby:: I hope you don't think I'm some sort poor bum. I make enough to live comfortably.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::is looking towards the wall; looks a little distracted; turns back to Ethan:: Pardon me?
SquirtLaWort: EM: Nothing.. Arn't you hungary?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::shakes her head:: Not particularly. ::half-smirks, but shakes her head:: I *know* I'd get struck dead if I said *that*...
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::smiles at her:: You know what your problem is?
YarnKittymon: LB: I have a fair idea, but perhaps you could point out other ones I hadn't thought of. ::smiles weakly::
SquirtLaWort: EM: You worry too much.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::looks a little surprised, then down:: Perhaps it's easier for you. You don't have so much to lose...
SquirtLaWort: EM: Well I do know what it's like to lose everything. But I'll tell you something, if it's going to happen it will happen no point in worring about it.
YarnKittymon: LB: You make it sound easy...and as though there's no point in trying...
SquirtLaWort: EM: I don't mean there's no point in trying I just know that worring won't make things better, it just makes things worse.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::tilts her head, looking at Ethan rather wistfully:: Perhaps you're right...
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::smiles:: of course I'm right.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::nods:: All right, then. ::smiles:: No more worrying.
SquirtLaWort: EM: Wonderful. Now I'll I have to do is convince you to stop listening to your mother.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::grins:: I don't do too much of that, really...
SquirtLaWort: EM: That's good news.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smirks:: I'm the one taking care of her, after all...
SquirtLaWort: EM: Really? I was wondering about that. Becky told me you lived with your mother, I was worried she had you on a short string.
YarnKittymon: LB: Well, if it were up to Mother, Becky wouldn't be with us, and I wouldn't have a freak show. So I suppose I'm doing all right.
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::nods:: I agree. You're a superb women indeed.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::laughs, blushing a little:: What a nice thing to say!
SquirtLaWort: EM: I'm only speaking the truth. You also have beautiful eyes.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::softly:: Your eyes are lovely too...
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::smiles at her:: Thank you, I didn't expect that.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles; softly:: Mother wouldn't approve of my going to cafes with strange men, either...
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::blushes a little:: Oh am I really that strange?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smirks:: You're not rich. That's bad enough...::sighs::...but I don't think I could marry a rich man...not even if I needed to...
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::smiles:: Well I guess it's good I'm not rich. But whats so bad about being rich anyways?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::shakes her head quickly:: Nothing at all! I--don't know what I'd do if I weren't! But...I've also never met a rich man I really liked... ::pauses, then laughs:: The only one I can even think of who's not uptight is Alex, and I'd certainly not marry him!
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::laughs:: Marry Alex?! That's a scary thought.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::grins:: Well, don't worry about that. He thinks I'm an old woman.
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::smirks:: I'm not worried. I just see him as a bratty little kid with the way he acts.
YarnKittymon: LB: He puts on a good show, though.
YarnKittymon: ::the waiter finally brings their coffee and Ethan's donut::
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::nods:: He's really good at getting peoples attention. ::takes a sip of coffee::
YarnKittymon: ((Maggie says: "kl,m.ghjbn"))
YarnKittymon: LB: Perhaps...but your talent is more useful. And you're better with women.
SquirtLaWort: ((maggie says what?))
YarnKittymon: ((Maggie left without saying goodbye to you. My cat was jumping into my window, and stepped on my keyboard.))
YarnKittymon: ((She avoided it on her way out, though.))
SquirtLaWort: ((LOL how cute))
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::winks:: You know it.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles warmly, then looks down, blushing::
SquirtLaWort: EM: So when can I come visit you?
YarnKittymon: LB: Visit me?
SquirtLaWort: EM: You know, see where you live, say hi to Becky, meet your mother.
YarnKittymon: LB: Meet my mother? That's a big step, isn't it? ::grins:: Any time you'd like, Ethan.
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::smiles:: Great but it's just a small step really.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::leans closer; takes his hand:: What about this?
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::leans closer to her and holds her hand::
SquirtLaWort: EM: What about this? ::leans over and kisses her on the cheek::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::blushes, though she's smiling:: Ethan, we're in public...::softly::...but that's a fine step...
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::smiles at her:: Who care what they think anyways.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::grins:: Well, there's a lot of this sort of thing going on at Coney in the summer...the whole place is designed to appeal to young lovebirds, really.
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::nods in agreement:: Yeah I.. ::suddenly remembers he has something he has to do he takes out his pocket watch:: I'm sorry but I have to go..
YarnKittymon: LB: ::half-smiles:: Very well. But if you don't take your donut, I'll have to eat it myself. ::pauses; quietly:: Thank you for cheering me up...
SquirtLaWort: EM: ::smiles:: Sure no problem you cheered me up too. I'll visit you soon okay. ::stands up:: And you can have my donut
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles:: Good day, then.
SquirtLaWort: EM: Bye Libby ::leaves the cafe looking forward for the next freak show meeting::

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