Anti-OTP Karla/Melchior

[glacianbitch]

Karla is sprawled on a couch, reading and every so often sipping from a tall glass of, yes, lemonade. Humming under her breath, she half grins at the pages of her novel and stretches out her legs, her sprawling posture as usual the picture of dignity. Karla likes to be dignified, clearly. 

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[thirdinhisclass]

Here's Melchior, flopping nearby and giving her a wave. "Hallo, Karla!" he says cheerfully, and leans to attempt to peer at her book. "What're you reading?"

[glacianbitch]

"I'm not entirely sure, actually." She gives him a grin and vanishes the book. "It's not very good. I should find a new one."

[thirdinhisclass]

"Well, I'd offer mine, but you probably wouldn't like them." A grin. "Wendla doesn't."

[glacianbitch]

Almost a wince at Wendla's name. They still don't get along very well.

"I'm not Wendla," she reminds him, almost dryly.

[thirdinhisclass]

"Do you like philosophy?" Oooh. This is getting interesting. Look at Melchi bounce a bit.

[glacianbitch]

"What I've read of it."

[thirdinhisclass]

"Have you tried Candide?" He's bouncing a little more, grinning widely.

[glacianbitch]

Oh, that grin is infectious. She grins back. "Not yet, but I'd guess by your expression that I should."

[thirdinhisclass]

"You should! It's one of my favorites." Oh, it tends to be. Melchior's quite a handsome radical, after all.

[glacianbitch]

"Any hints on the premise?" Curiously.