[Accidental Voice] || 01
[Another day, another pair of new feathers falling from the sky. Okay, so it's not that bad of a drop, but still enough to make a rather loud splash as the two fall into the lake. Lucky that they can both swim, isn't it?
Neither is particularly pleased at the situation, of course. Given what they've both come from, who could blame them? But not drowning remains a priority, so shortly after, both will break the surface, sputter from shock and water in their lungs--and eventually, make their way to the shore where there's a journal already open and broadcasting.]
What--what's going on?!
Someone's decided to play a nasty prank, I imagine.
A prank? [...] You didn't make Miss Rainsworth angry, did you?
If that were the case, we'd be in far more trouble than an oversized bath.
If that were truly the case, I'd have to complain about being made an innocent victim, wouldn't I?
Funny, I thought I just heard you put yourself and innocent in the same sentence. I'm sure the little Miss could find a reason or two to punish you as well Nightray.
Is that so hard to believe? You don't want to catch your death of cold, Mister Hatt-- [A pause, then laughter.] I never thought wings would suit you so well.
Pity I can't say the same. Maybe if you cut your hair and updated your look a bit.
Oh, but short hair suits Gil much better than it does me. I guess I'll just have to suffer through being unfashionable.
And you call yourself a gentleman? Bite your tongue. [A moment later, the sound of someone stumbling.]
Hmm. Maybe so, but a gentleman also has to walk properly.
Are you giving lessons on becoming one now? Forgive me if I don't sign up. [Now it sounds like a book's being flipped through.]
That's sad. It could be fun to play a game of teacher and student with you. Someone must have been expecting us. That book you're so rudely looking through belongs to me, Mr. Hatter.
Does it? It was so rudely left in my path, so I'd thought it just another useless thing you'd thrown away.
I've never seen it before. I simply know it's intended for me because it has my name on it. Now that you know better, won't you give it to me?
While we're no the subject of things that don't suit you, hearing you plead like that really turns my stomach.
Pleading? You must have gotten water in your ears. Or maybe in your brain, especially since you're acting like a common thief. I'd expect much better of you.
Thief? Hardly. I just thought that since I'd been kind enough to find your book, you'd return the favor. There must be something about with my name on it as well since it seems they were expecting us both. Why don't you be a dear and find it?
[And the barbs go on. Someone save them before a fight breaks out?]
[ooc: Action and voice are both fine! Replies will come from break_the_past or forbrotherslove , or both.]
Neither is particularly pleased at the situation, of course. Given what they've both come from, who could blame them? But not drowning remains a priority, so shortly after, both will break the surface, sputter from shock and water in their lungs--and eventually, make their way to the shore where there's a journal already open and broadcasting.]
What--what's going on?!
Someone's decided to play a nasty prank, I imagine.
A prank? [...] You didn't make Miss Rainsworth angry, did you?
If that were the case, we'd be in far more trouble than an oversized bath.
If that were truly the case, I'd have to complain about being made an innocent victim, wouldn't I?
Funny, I thought I just heard you put yourself and innocent in the same sentence. I'm sure the little Miss could find a reason or two to punish you as well Nightray.
Is that so hard to believe? You don't want to catch your death of cold, Mister Hatt-- [A pause, then laughter.] I never thought wings would suit you so well.
Pity I can't say the same. Maybe if you cut your hair and updated your look a bit.
Oh, but short hair suits Gil much better than it does me. I guess I'll just have to suffer through being unfashionable.
And you call yourself a gentleman? Bite your tongue. [A moment later, the sound of someone stumbling.]
Hmm. Maybe so, but a gentleman also has to walk properly.
Are you giving lessons on becoming one now? Forgive me if I don't sign up. [Now it sounds like a book's being flipped through.]
That's sad. It could be fun to play a game of teacher and student with you. Someone must have been expecting us. That book you're so rudely looking through belongs to me, Mr. Hatter.
Does it? It was so rudely left in my path, so I'd thought it just another useless thing you'd thrown away.
I've never seen it before. I simply know it's intended for me because it has my name on it. Now that you know better, won't you give it to me?
While we're no the subject of things that don't suit you, hearing you plead like that really turns my stomach.
Pleading? You must have gotten water in your ears. Or maybe in your brain, especially since you're acting like a common thief. I'd expect much better of you.
Thief? Hardly. I just thought that since I'd been kind enough to find your book, you'd return the favor. There must be something about with my name on it as well since it seems they were expecting us both. Why don't you be a dear and find it?
[And the barbs go on. Someone save them before a fight breaks out?]
[ooc: Action and voice are both fine! Replies will come from break_the_past or forbrotherslove , or both.]