How to Really Live via Scrawled Sticky Notes

[Spade Aeries]

Dear Shu, it said. Well, actually it didn't at all. Who the hell else would it be for?! But the thing itself was one of those damned annoying neon yellow sticky notes that Shula Brighton had so kindly purchased for him on March 23 of last year. Yeah that's right, it was a birthday present--the lousiest one he had ever received. And what had she implied by that, huh? Well, to this day, he had no idea. At least now they had a use: to torment her.

Lesson #1 on how to really live - leave yer hair down for work today.

It was stickied to her mirror in which they both very often frequented. Then, he left for work. It was...six in the morning or something. He didn't remember that far back. Also, his body still thought it was night, not morning, and NOW it was screaming COFFFEEEE!!! After spending like eight hours unlocking all the damn locks, he returned, announcing his presence in his masculine 'honey, I'm home' that Spaditized became:

"Shu, I brought dinner ...and root BEER floats."

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[Shula Brighton]

Mornings sucked. Shula vaguely recalled the faint beeping of Spade's alarm so he could leave early enough and the quick pck to her cheek, and then rolling over to go back to sleep. Leter her hand shot out of the warmth to silence the R2D2-esque beeps before the little robot rolled off her desk and started wheeling in circles around her room until she surrendered. The zombie-woman stumbled out of bed to get ready and nearly screamed in horror when she turned on her bathroom light and squinted against the artificial brightness at the yellow stickynote with instructions.

White hair went in all directions. Maybe I'll leave it like this, scare everyone. But still. She'd never done that before; it was against regulation. "Maybe... Just this once."


The day was survived and tiredness became perkier as locks opened and were heralded by the salvation of dinner, beer and ice cream, Shu's hair still down. It was kinda freeing- nobody had cared. "Ice cream for dinner? My hero!"


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[Spade Aeries]

"Would you expect nothing less?" Spade cooed in his usual, twinkling jade eyes focused dully on her from behind his shades. He reached to remove them before she complained that he was indoors (despite it being night as well), and put them on top of his head where they would remain as a safety device until he finally went to bed. Bed... He nearly felt his eyes droop at the mere thought. Sleep... He plopped the bag of glorious fast food from Arby's on the table and slid a slightly melting root beer float across the counter to her with a wink. Hell yes. He took a breath and finally met her eyes full-on, feeling the energy between them ignite into flames that ravaged his core and left it in pieces scattered somewhere he couldn't reach...ever.

"Should still be warm," he muttered to distract himself, pulling out the steak sandwiches with cheese fries and starting to devour his share. While those red eyes bore into his forehead, he finally met them again. One...two...three...too many seconds! He looked away, taking another deep breath of the cheese smell. God, she was so beautiful. Fuck it. He was Spade Aeries through and through.

"Your hair is gorgeous. It reminds me of the tail of Haley's comet--breathless in space." Insert cheesy smile and wink here (matches the fries at least).

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