Likewise, only I'm much more masculine than you are. Not -- not that it was intended as an insult. I was simply... ah, fuck. Erm, doesn't that strike you as bizarre? Last I checked, we were next-door-neighbours. Isn't that enough to put the ticking at bay?
I'm more masculine than five of you put together. And... I don't think it would be enough if we didn't talk to each other. Which we don't. Haven't been, I mean.
Oh, thanks. That's an excellent boost to my pride, I did need that. ...No, you're right. We haven't at all. I'll not question whose fault it was, as I've been giving a ridiculous amount of time to think about that and we are equally to blame, so...
Would you join me for some tea, perhaps? Just a few steps out your door to mine. If it doesn't trouble you.
What pride? I would have thought any pride you had would have been squeezed out of you with those trousers.
...If you'd like me to, then of course. It's a bit pointless talking like this when we're so close to each other anyway. [and she slips out, and goes to knock on his door]
Again with the trousers? My dear, if you're so intent on bringing them up in conversation, why don't you take the damned things? You're clearly quite fond of them.
[freezes at the knock, straightening at his desk, not expecting it. Rushes out of his study, dragging on a shirt as he does so, wrenching open the door before he really gets it buttoned, staring a bit at her.]
...Uh. Hi. [keeps her eyes fixed on the ground, trying not to look at him - especially his unbuttoned shirt- and then she sidles past him into the room.]
...They wouldn't look awful, with a bit of tailoring.
[still stares at her as she enters, numbly stepping back to let her through. Blinks, then shakes his head after her as he closes the door, hurriedly buttoning the wrinkled shirt, decidedly lopsided in his uncharacteristic flustering and haste.]
Sorry, I didn't expect -- well, I should have, but... Yes. Ahem. It's... not changed. Not really. It's been quiet. No one's been by.
Of course they wouldn't. This is me we're talking about.
You did invite me over, so you haven't got much of an excuse. [she can't help but smile a little. Then she tugs lightly at his arm, heading towards the sofa and sitting down.] There's no need to look so flustered. I have seen you naked before.
Well -- no, I don't suppose -- [breaks off at the tug, trailing a bit helplessly behind her and dropping heavily onto the cushions with a quiet sigh. Opens his mouth to say something, but freezes at her next words; and, despite having no pulse, he blushes deeply.]
Yes, you have. And likewise. You're not -- are you cross? I can't even tell anymore.
Forgive my saying so, but you certainly acted like you were. It was why I kept my distance. [with a wry smile.] Contrary to popular belief, I do know what you're like -- especially when you're cross. And, dead as though I may be, it would have proven dangerous to my health if I...
Well, look, Kitty; your Miss Valentine punched me shortly after the incident, so there's an indirect and possibly obscure example.
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How are you?
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Excessive formalities, indeed.
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...That would be a good way to describe it, yeah. I've... been hearing the ticking again and everything. Enough to drive a girl mad.
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Likewise, only I'm much more masculine than you are. Not -- not that it was intended as an insult. I was simply... ah, fuck. Erm, doesn't that strike you as bizarre? Last I checked, we were next-door-neighbours. Isn't that enough to put the ticking at bay?
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I'm more masculine than five of you put together. And... I don't think it would be enough if we didn't talk to each other. Which we don't. Haven't been, I mean.
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Oh, thanks. That's an excellent boost to my pride, I did need that. ...No, you're right. We haven't at all. I'll not question whose fault it was, as I've been giving a ridiculous amount of time to think about that and we are equally to blame, so...
Would you join me for some tea, perhaps? Just a few steps out your door to mine. If it doesn't trouble you.
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What pride? I would have thought any pride you had would have been squeezed out of you with those trousers.
...If you'd like me to, then of course. It's a bit pointless talking like this when we're so close to each other anyway. [and she slips out, and goes to knock on his door]
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[freezes at the knock, straightening at his desk, not expecting it. Rushes out of his study, dragging on a shirt as he does so, wrenching open the door before he really gets it buttoned, staring a bit at her.]
I -- Kitty. That was... fast.
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...Uh. Hi. [keeps her eyes fixed on the ground, trying not to look at him - especially his unbuttoned shirt- and then she sidles past him into the room.]
It's... a little weird seeing this place again.
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[still stares at her as she enters, numbly stepping back to let her through. Blinks, then shakes his head after her as he closes the door, hurriedly buttoning the wrinkled shirt, decidedly lopsided in his uncharacteristic flustering and haste.]
Sorry, I didn't expect -- well, I should have, but... Yes. Ahem. It's... not changed. Not really. It's been quiet. No one's been by.
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You did invite me over, so you haven't got much of an excuse. [she can't help but smile a little. Then she tugs lightly at his arm, heading towards the sofa and sitting down.] There's no need to look so flustered. I have seen you naked before.
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Well -- no, I don't suppose -- [breaks off at the tug, trailing a bit helplessly behind her and dropping heavily onto the cushions with a quiet sigh. Opens his mouth to say something, but freezes at her next words; and, despite having no pulse, he blushes deeply.]
Yes, you have. And likewise. You're not -- are you cross? I can't even tell anymore.
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No, I'm... not cross. I haven't been cross for a while.
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Forgive my saying so, but you certainly acted like you were. It was why I kept my distance. [with a wry smile.] Contrary to popular belief, I do know what you're like -- especially when you're cross. And, dead as though I may be, it would have proven dangerous to my health if I...
Well, look, Kitty; your Miss Valentine punched me shortly after the incident, so there's an indirect and possibly obscure example.
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