A bit of conversation
So I'm writing my next Dresden Files fic, and the next thing I know, this little 'conversation' is happening. It made me giggle at least. Story will probably be posted tomorrow once it's finished and tidied up.
“That’s a sword.”
“Yes. And I’m very glad to see it.”
“What are you doing with a sword?”
“Need it for self defence.”
“But it’s a *sword*.”
“Yes, I think we’ve already established that fact.”
“Why the hell does a professor of ancient languages need a sword for self defence?”
“I’ve got one too if that helps...”
“No it doesn’t help. What is this? Some weird immortal ritual thing?”
“Not quite.”
“Then exactly what *is* it?”
“I think you should explain. I’ll just stay over here.”
“No you won’t, lady. I want you right where I can see your pretty hands.”
“I think he’s onto you, Amanda.”
“Will you be *quiet* for once in your life?”
“Both of you. Shut up. Now!”
“That’s a sword.”
“Yes. And I’m very glad to see it.”
“What are you doing with a sword?”
“Need it for self defence.”
“But it’s a *sword*.”
“Yes, I think we’ve already established that fact.”
“Why the hell does a professor of ancient languages need a sword for self defence?”
“I’ve got one too if that helps...”
“No it doesn’t help. What is this? Some weird immortal ritual thing?”
“Not quite.”
“Then exactly what *is* it?”
“I think you should explain. I’ll just stay over here.”
“No you won’t, lady. I want you right where I can see your pretty hands.”
“I think he’s onto you, Amanda.”
“Will you be *quiet* for once in your life?”
“Both of you. Shut up. Now!”