Live Feedleash Log: 19/11/07
Barley says:
*Nathan's sitting in his flat; he's got the day off. He's watching day-time telly*
Saboo says:
:: saboo fiddles with his new moustache. growing it in such a hurry gave him a rash. ::
Saboo says:
:: looks down at the building and plans his landing ::
Naboo says:
*hands in pockets, whistling (whistling!) he steps out of the lift on Nathan's floor*
Naboo says:
*brushes down his robes lightly, and settles his turban*
Saboo says:
:: difficult to perform the necessay manouevres in a suit, he screws up the landing and does a commando roll into the fire escape ::
Barley says:
*hears something from outside and looks up*
Saboo says:
:: grips the windowsill. one hand, then the other. ::
Naboo says:
*raps lightly on the front door to Barley's flat*
Saboo says:
:: muttering a shrink and putting his carpet in his inside pocket, a feather sticking out of his collar ::
Saboo says:
:: raps on the window, puffing ::
Barley says:
*there's someone at the door. Gets up and goes to the door*
Barley says:
*turns: there's someone at the window too*
Barley says:
Fuck, what?
Naboo says:
*blinks*
Naboo says:
Hello?
Saboo says:
:: scowls ::
Barley says:
*door or window?*
Naboo says:
...Nathan?
Saboo says:
official shaman business, barley!
Naboo says:
*presses his ear to the door*
Barley says:
*goes to the window; Saboo looks angry*
Barley says:
*opens window* ...Alright?
Saboo says:
No I am not. Let me in.
Barley says:
Sure
Barley says:
Want a hand?
Naboo says:
*knocks again*
Saboo says:
:: Does a mental cast and sighs theatrically ::
Barley says:
Fuck. Door. Gotta...
Saboo says:
Oh God. Naboo.
Barley says:
*hurries away from Saboo to the door
Saboo says:
:: unlocks it with a twirl of the finger ::
Barley says:
*opens door*
Saboo says:
Come on in, then, Naboo. Caught red handed.
Naboo says:
*stands up straight, pretending he wasn't looking through the keyhole*
Naboo says:
*looks around Barley at what he can see of Saboo*
Saboo says:
And I thought you'd learnt your lesson about consorting with nortals.
Naboo says:
*to Barley* ...this wanker giving you trouble?
Barley says:
*confused* uh, no...?
Saboo says:
:: Folds himself into the room. ::
Barley says:
He just arrived
Naboo says:
He will do, then.
Barley says:
*eyes them both* Why are you here? Some sort of Barley-shamen rape orgy planned?
Saboo says:
I'm here for the Clingon.
Naboo says:
What?
Saboo says:
Hand it over.
Naboo says:
Rape...orgy?
Saboo says:
Shut up, Naboo.
Barley says:
Uh... *turns quickly to Saboo* There's no Clingon here, man
Saboo says:
Don't encourage him.
Naboo says:
*shrugs*
Saboo says:
:: Straightens his tie, feeling like a trussed up turkey, and conceals the errant feather ::
Naboo says:
*grins* What do you look like.
Naboo says:
What's this?
Naboo says:
*gestures at the suit*
Saboo says:
Don't touch me!
Saboo says:
It's my disguise.
Naboo says:
From the seventies?
Naboo says:
This is why you should mingle with mortals.
Saboo says:
So I can dress like them?
Naboo says:
*to Barley* But, even though he is a massive wanker, you should give him the alien. If you have it.
Saboo says:
It's not high on my priorities.
Naboo says:
*pauses* ...do you have it?
Saboo says:
:: mutters... not a massive wanker ::
Barley says:
I don't have any fucking aliens, yeah?
Barley says:
The only aliens here are you two.
Saboo says:
Har har.
Naboo says:
Alright then.
Saboo says:
Where is it.
Saboo says:
It's the last one.
Naboo says:
Look, Saboo.
Naboo says:
If he says he hasn't got it, then he hasn't got it.
Barley says:
Yeah
Naboo says:
I mean, he wouldn't endanger the safety of the whole planet just for a bit of good luck, right?
Saboo says:
It's somewhere near him.
Saboo says:
:: Takes out his leash and taps on it ::
Naboo says:
*back to Barley* ...right?
Barley says:
I don't have it
Naboo says:
There you go.
Barley says:
I haven't seen anything purple hanging about.
Saboo says:
I'm authorised to use force.
Saboo says:
:: Spells out authorised very clearly, aiming it at Naboo. ::
Barley says:
...The Force?
Naboo says:
*sits down in an armchair*
Saboo says:
:: A wind picks up in the room, his jacket rips open and he crouches down in the centre of what could without little provocation become a certain kind of black circle, Naboo ::
Naboo says:
Oh for-
Naboo says:
Do NOT do this.
Barley says:
*watches, fascinated and a little scared, stepping away*
Saboo says:
:: His voice deepens. ::
Saboo says:
I am authorised.
Naboo says:
*stands up hastily, catching Barley by his jacket, and pulling him backwards*
Saboo says:
This has gone beyond us.
Barley says:
What the...?
Saboo says:
:: places his palm flat on the floor ::
Saboo says:
The mortal known as Nathan Barley.
Naboo says:
*puts himself in front of Barley juuuust a little*
Barley says:
Uh...
Naboo says:
If you know anything, now would be the time to speak up, twatface.
Barley says:
I don't know anything!
Barley says:
I told you I don't know
Saboo says:
You stand accused of harbouring an aggressive alien lifeform, the existence of which threatens the safety of this whole planet.
Naboo says:
Promise, yeah?
Naboo says:
Promise on...your mum.
Saboo says:
:: his eyes cloud over ::
Barley says:
I don't have it!
Naboo says:
*louder* He doesn't bloody have it, Saboo.
Naboo says:
Stop cocking around.
Saboo says:
:: The ridiculous jacket falls off, feathers coming through ::
Naboo says:
*puts both hands up, and mutters a quick protection charm - a white barrier sweeps from floor to ceiling, then fades*
Naboo says:
Now, come on.
Naboo says:
We don't have to be idiots about this, right.
Naboo says:
Barley, maybe you just don't know you have it.
Saboo says:
I am authorised to Level One.
Naboo says:
Have you seen anything purple or weird hanging around?
Naboo says:
In the flat?
Barley says:
I don't have it.
Saboo says:
I'll do it, Naboo, and he'll barely feel it. Promise.
Barley says:
I've had a look, there's nothing
Naboo says:
What about elsewhere?
Naboo says:
Think, or he's going to slice up your mind for dinner.
Barley says:
Like where?
Saboo says:
Oh don't be melodramatic.
Saboo says:
:: still in the deep voice ::
Naboo says:
Well, it's your choice, really.
Naboo says:
Either you have an idea, or I drop the barrier.
Naboo says:
*eyes Saboo* He's only humouring me, anyway.
Saboo says:
:: Waits. ::
Barley says:
I know nothing, man!
Saboo says:
You're bloody right there.
Barley says:
Fuck you.
Saboo says:
I'm going in. We don't have time for this.
Naboo says:
*frowns*
Naboo says:
Fucking-
Saboo says:
:: The barrier opens like an orange being split ::
Naboo says:
-now LOOK.
Barley says:
In where? Naboo, what's...?!
Saboo says:
:: Keep still. It won't hurt. ::
Naboo says:
-oh for fuck's-
Naboo says:
*........steps aside*
Saboo says:
:: He leaves his body a little and walks into Nathan's mind. ::
Saboo says:
:: Oh, Naboo. It's a mess in here. ::
Barley says:
What the...?
Saboo says:
:: Shhh. ::
Naboo says:
*You be bloody gentle, or else.*
Naboo says:
*takes off his turban, and scratches his head*
Naboo says:
He's just going to check your head a bit.
Saboo says:
:: The shamanic equivalent of a fingertip search, he simply looks at all of it and divides it by purple. ::
Naboo says:
*bites his lip*
Barley says:
*can't move, can only look from one to the other, scared now*
Saboo says:
:: A few hideous jackets, pairs of shoes, a haircut that really shouldn't have - and there it is ::
Naboo says:
Well?
Saboo says:
:: Hanging in the furthest corner of the coat cupboard at Trashbat, upside down, gurgling to itself. Nathan only ever saw it as a shadow in the door mirror as he put on another loud coat to leave. ::
Naboo says:
*soothing* It's almost over.
Naboo says:
*WELL?*
Saboo says:
:: Steps out, and the wind drops, and he makes an effort to compose himself. ::
Saboo says:
It's still alive - it's in the museum.
Barley says:
*slumps back into a chair*
Barley says:
...Fuck
Naboo says:
The museum burned down.
Barley says:
God, I hate that
Saboo says:
If you were any more aware than a toadstool you'd have found it.
Barley says:
That's the last time anyone's going near my mind!
Naboo says:
Oh, do fuck off, you insufferable, pompous little-
Naboo says:
*throws his hands into the air, and wanders into the kitchen to fetch a glass of water*
Saboo says:
:: Makes a concession to Barley. :: Not so bad, was it?
Saboo says:
All the wind and darkness is a bi-product of the official process. Think of it like red tape.
Barley says:
*frowns* Naboo was gentler.
Saboo says:
I could have just gone in and got it -
Naboo says:
*returns, a pint glass of water*
Saboo says:
:: raises his voice at Naboo :: But there are protocols to follow.
Naboo says:
*giving it to Barley*
Naboo says:
And you do love to put on a show.
Barley says:
Cheers *takes it and drinks*
Naboo says:
*folds his arms* No chance that it died in the fire?
Barley says:
What, the Clingon? What fire?
Naboo says:
Trashbat.
Saboo says:
Is he always this dense?
Barley says:
It's at TBM?
Saboo says:
It's still there.
Saboo says:
:: he goes to the window and puts his hand on it ::
Naboo says:
He's just had his mind turned inside out.
Barley says:
Oi, I just washed those!
Naboo says:
*thinks* But mostly, yes. He is.
Barley says:
Don't need your fingerprints all over them
Saboo says:
I don't have fingerprints, idiot.
Barley says:
Fuck off.
Naboo says:
*to Barley* The alien thing was in Trashbat, but you didn't see it, for some reason. Then it burned down, but it's still there.
Barley says:
Right.
Saboo says:
He didn't see it because it hid where he would only be looking at his own reflection.
Naboo says:
*quietly* Ignore Mister Grumpy-pants.
Saboo says:
Naboo, I'm warning you.
Naboo says:
Oh, bring it on.
Barley says:
If you're gonna have a big magic-off, do it outside, yeah?
Saboo says:
You know I only duel in the official manner, and you no longer have that privilege.
Saboo says:
But I swear I will give you a purple nurple like you've never seen.
Naboo says:
*sticks out his tongue*
Barley says:
..purple nurple?
Naboo says:
Seventies.
Saboo says:
:: returns his concentration to the world outside ::
Saboo says:
Help me track it down, you bickering dickhead.
Naboo says:
Thought I might get a DVD and have a night in.
Barley says:
*to Naboo* That's you, I don't have magic
Naboo says:
You have fun, though.
Naboo says:
*shrugs* He might need you to take him to the museum.
Naboo says:
He doesn't really know where stuff is.
Saboo says:
No I bloody don't.
Saboo says:
:: sigh ::
Barley says:
I'm not allowed in
Saboo says:
:: pulls out his carpet ::
Naboo says:
Why not?
Barley says:
I burnt it down, remember?
Saboo says:
I'm going.
Naboo says:
- no look -
Barley says:
Bye
Naboo says:
Wait up.
Naboo says:
Christ.
Naboo says:
We can get you in.
Saboo says:
If it's down to me to worry about the fate of the bloody planet, as usual, then so be it.
Naboo says:
If you want to come along.
Naboo says:
SABOO STOP SULKING.
Saboo says:
Naboo stop nagging.
Barley says:
I'm not coming.
Naboo says:
No?
Saboo says:
Oh yes you are.
Naboo says:
Ah.
Saboo says:
You're coming on my carpet, little man.
Saboo says:
And you're going to squish this thing.
Naboo says:
...little man?
Saboo says:
Because it's yours. Alright?
Barley says:
The fuck I am!
Saboo says:
He's little and a man.
Naboo says:
*rubs his forehead with one hand*
Barley says:
Fuck you, you deal with it.
Naboo says:
...maybe I'll go home, where it's nice and quiet...
Saboo says:
Do you have any redeeming qualities?
Naboo says:
...see if Pingu wants to play Scrabble...
Saboo says:
Either of you?
Barley says:
...I've got good hair.
Saboo says:
:: unfurls his carpet and opens the window, thrusting it out into a platform ::
Saboo says:
:: turns back to Barley ::
Naboo says:
*sighs* He's only going to put the magical wiggins on you if you don't go.
Saboo says:
:: using a little of what he found in his head, just a tad of manipulation :: Didn't you always want to be admired?
Naboo says:
*and there you go with the magical wiggins*
Saboo says:
To be a hero?
Saboo says:
Everybody thank Nathan? Everybody applaud Nathan?
Barley says:
Uh. No...?
Saboo says:
:: something more specific :: Everybody give Nathan coke and blowjobs for being amazing?
Naboo says:
*chokes a little*
Naboo says:
Words I never thought I'd hear you say.
Barley says:
I don't want blowjobs from you, Saboo.
Naboo says:
*giggles into his sleeve*
Barley says:
Or coke from you, come to think of it.
Naboo says:
*siiiiiiighs*
Saboo says:
But if you stamp on this alien, you'll be the most popular guy in town.
Naboo says:
*to Barley* Okay, listen up.
Naboo says:
You know that Claire is still missing ,yeah?
Barley says:
Claire's missing?
Naboo says:
Where have you been?
Barley says:
What?
Saboo says:
:: Pulls out his leash and starts tapping on it, irritated ::
Naboo says:
She left some time when I was *clears his throat, embarrassed* not...me.
Naboo says:
Can't get a signal on her mobile.
Naboo says:
Can't call her mum.
Barley says:
Where is she?
Naboo says:
*facepalm*
Naboo says:
I don't know.
Naboo says:
Hence: missing.
Barley says:
Oh, right.
Naboo says:
But it's got to be to do with these purple things.
Naboo says:
Get rid of them, she might come to.
Naboo says:
Yeah?
Barley says:
You think?
Naboo says:
It's worth a try.
Barley says:
Yeah, alright, I'll give it a go.
Naboo says:
Good lad.
Barley says:
*grins*
Naboo says:
*do you see how persuasion works better than your bullshit?*
Saboo says:
magical wiggins.
Naboo says:
*gives Saboo a cheerful grin*
Saboo says:
Use your own carpet.
Naboo says:
Right then. All aboard.
Naboo says:
...I don't have my carpet.
Saboo says:
:: Saboo away. ::
Naboo says:
HEY.
Naboo says:
I lost it!
Naboo says:
...shit.
Barley says:
I've never been on a carpet before!
Saboo says:
You need to take better care of yourself, Naboo.
Naboo says:
I was ill!
Saboo says:
:: floats off on it, slowly ::
Barley says:
It's not that far, we'll walk
Naboo says:
Alright.
Saboo says:
I'm going to kill it, and then I'm going to go home and have a sandwich. ::
Naboo says:
*massive - wanker*
Saboo says:
:: calling back at them :: Oh, no - just stay there! Have some of that mortal sex that you have!
Naboo says:
Your head alright?
Saboo says:
:: Zooms off ::
Naboo says:
*recoils instantly, stuffing his hands in his pockets*
Naboo says:
...we should probably start walking.
Barley says:
Mortal sex?
Naboo says:
er
Naboo says:
*hopefully* Ignore him?
Barley says:
Who have you been shagging now?
Saboo says:
:: Saboo, while driving, is of course listening ::
Saboo says:
:: Who hasn't he. ::
Naboo says:
*I hate you*
Naboo says:
No...one?
Naboo says:
I think?
Saboo says:
:: Almost takes off a chimneypot ::
Barley says:
Oh, he meant *points at himself and then at Naboo* Ah.
Barley says:
Cool.
Naboo says:
*out onto the street*
Naboo says:
Yes.
Naboo says:
*thinks*
Naboo says:
Er.
Naboo says:
*quickly* I was Doctor Who for a month or so.
Barley says:
Yeah, you went wrong for a bit there.
Naboo says:
We all did.
Barley says:
I didn't
Saboo says:
:: Saboo laughs merrily and does a loop-de-loop ::
Naboo says:
Yeah. Yeah, you did.
Naboo says:
The fact that you don't know is why we have to kill the thing.
Naboo says:
*turning a corner*
Barley says:
I did not go mad, man
Saboo says:
:: Swoops down over the ruins ::
Naboo says:
*seeing the museum coming into view*
Naboo says:
Everyone did, really.
Naboo says:
To different degrees.
Saboo says:
:: Police tape all forlorn, and graffiti springing up like weeds on the remaining walls ::
Naboo says:
*kicks at a coke can*
Barley says:
Fuck, it's a sad sight.
Saboo says:
:: This place stinks of magic, Naboo. Can't you smell it? ::
Naboo says:
*out loud* Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Barley says:
*wistfully stares up at TBM, remembering what it used to be like*
Naboo says:
*a solitary policeman on duty, rubbing his hands against the cold*
Naboo says:
*mutters something, and they pass by, invisible*
Saboo says:
:: I'm going to do a circuit up here. Ask him if there's a basement. I'm not going in that head again. :
Barley says:
*sticks close to Naboo, eyeing the policeman*
Naboo says:
*what am I, your secretary?*
Naboo says:
*come to think of it, why am I even here?*
Saboo says:
:: Ask him. ::
Naboo says:
Oh for fuck's-
Barley says:
what?
Saboo says:
:: You turned up at his house evidently after some sweet mortal poontang. ::
Naboo says:
*in a monotone* Is there a basement, Barley.
Saboo says:
:: I don't know why you're here, idiot. ::
Naboo says:
*glares at the sky*
Naboo says:
*I WAS NOT AND YOU TAKE THAT BACK*
Barley says:
No. I rented the first floor only
Naboo says:
*He says no.*
Saboo says:
:: Thank you Naboo. ::
Saboo says:
:: Now do a little dance. ::
Naboo says:
I am going to find you, and set fire to you, and then I am going to laugh.
Barley says:
er, what now?
Saboo says:
:: The I Love Mortals dance. It's a bit like that hopping mad rage thing you're doing, but not quite. ::
Naboo says:
*waves a hand* Saboo.
Naboo says:
Where was the coat cupboard, then?
Barley says:
Are you, like, psychically talking and shit?
Barley says:
To Saboo.
Naboo says:
No.
Naboo says:
He's psychically bitching at me.
Saboo says:
:: Yes. ::
Saboo says:
:: Naboo the Nag ::
Naboo says:
*WHAT ARE YOU, FIVE*
Barley says:
Right. Coat cupboard upstairs.
Barley says:
Behind Pingu's old desk
Naboo says:
Reckon the stairs are still okay?
Naboo says:
Be careful.
Barley says:
Dunno
Saboo says:
:: You've got two minutes to find it or I'm throwing up a bubble and exploding the remains of the building. ::
Naboo says:
*don't be a twat*
Naboo says:
Saboo says- ugh.
Saboo says:
:: Hurry up. ::
Barley says:
Saboo says 'ugh'?
Barley says:
Nice
Naboo says:
Saboo says we've got two minutes to find it or *hate, so much hate* or he's going to blow it up.
Barley says:
Then why don't we just stay outside?
Naboo says:
*why can't you come down here and say so yourself?*
Barley says:
Let Saboo fix it
Naboo says:
...I figured you'd mind.
Saboo says:
:: I don't *want* to use force, but I'm working with a sex pest and an idiot. ::
Naboo says:
You don't mind?
Naboo says:
*I am NOT a - which one am I?*
Barley says:
What don't I mind?
Saboo says:
:: Both. ::
Saboo says:
:: He's a mortal. ::
Barley says:
What's going on?!
Naboo says:
*getting a headache*
Naboo says:
...blowing it up.
Saboo says:
:: Makes a tannoy around his mouth, flying around above the building. ::
Naboo says:
*Why don't I just fuck off home and let you do your thing.*
Naboo says:
I don't know, I thought you'd be...sad.
Saboo says:
Look, Nathan! If you don't care whether I blow this building up, then get out of it!
Naboo says:
*points upwards*
Barley says:
It's not mine any more
Barley says:
Council's now.
Naboo says:
God, then why are we bothering?
Naboo says:
*I thought you said he had to kill it?*
Saboo says:
Or, if you want to salvage an ounce of manhood from this mess, then find your Clingon and kill it!
Barley says:
Yeah, exactly
Naboo says:
*ah.*
Barley says:
what?
Barley says:
Now what's going on?
Naboo says:
*snaps* Look, you have EARS. USE THEM.
Saboo says:
:: Sits down cross-legged on his carpet and undoes his shirt, under which is his full robe outfit ::
Naboo says:
*...clears his throat*
Naboo says:
I think. He says that if you let him blow it up, you're a wimp.
Naboo says:
*what game are you playing, you tosser?*
Barley says:
Yeah, so?
Naboo says:
*You heard the mortal: so?*
Saboo says:
:: Pulls out a couple of bottles and starts mixing the powders together. He could do it all-manual but he wanted to go and catch some poetry tonight and it's so tiring to raze a whole building ::
Naboo says:
...so...nothing.
Naboo says:
I think.
Saboo says:
:: So should I clap you back to bed and get on with my business? ::
Barley says:
I'd rather be a wimp than get caught trespassing in the building I set fire to.
Saboo says:
:: The sands catch fire in his hand and smoke offensively. ::
Naboo says:
*shrugs* Then let's stop fucking about, and get out of here.
Barley says:
Yeah!
Naboo says:
*turns, heading out*
Naboo says:
That's Saboo for you.
Barley says:
*follows Naboo*
Naboo says:
One minute it's 'oh, you have to do a thing'.
Naboo says:
Then it's 'wait, changed my mind'.
Saboo says:
:: Because if you want something doing right, I do it. Myself. ::
Saboo says:
:: Makes a power stance on the carpet and mouths a fairly powerful protective curse ::
Naboo says:
*passing by the policeman, he forgets to make them invisible*
Naboo says:
- er
Naboo says:
we
Naboo says:
Just going?
Barley says:
*tries not to look too guilty*
Saboo says:
:: He squints and flicks the copper in the back of the head with his finger. ::
Naboo says:
*pulls on Barley's arm, and runs for it*
Barley says:
*follows, almost tumbling along* Fuck
Saboo says:
:: Bricks fly up into a dome over the building ::
Naboo says:
*and by the time the policeman looks, they're invisible*
Naboo says:
Right then.
Naboo says:
There it goes.
Saboo says:
:: Saboo's head flames for a second, and then he casts the bomb into a hole in the roof ::
Barley says:
*quietly to himself* Bye, TBM
Naboo says:
There'll be other *struggles* stuff.
Saboo says:
:: a second's agonising pause, and it explodes with a floomf. the bricks clink apart and then back together, and from one window a large quantity of purple ick spills, slowly ::
Barley says:
*watches, slightly disgusted* Ew
Naboo says:
*shakes his head, blinking*
Barley says:
So that's it, then, yeah?
Saboo says:
:: Flies down and hits the ground at a run, his carpet rolling up into his pocket with a flup ::
Saboo says:
That, gentlemen, is how it's done.
Naboo says:
...er...yeah.
Barley says:
Right
Naboo says:
*takes a step away from Barley slightly*
Saboo says:
Any changes in this one?
Barley says:
I've got a name, you know.
Saboo says:
It speaks!
Barley says:
Fuck you
Saboo says:
Nathan? You - alright?
Barley says:
I'm fine.
Naboo says:
*rubs his forehead a bit*
Naboo says:
All sorted then.
Barley says:
That's it, then?
Barley says:
Why did I have to come
Barley says:
Jesus.
Naboo says:
Stop whining.
Saboo says:
I'm going to go home and have a bloody rest.
Barley says:
What, with the vampires?
Saboo says:
Because frankly, I've been fighting this every inch of the way myself, and -
Saboo says:
What?
Barley says:
Bloody rest.
Saboo says:
Was that a joke?
Naboo says:
*blinks*
Barley says:
...yeah?
Barley says:
I thought it was funny.
Saboo says:
Is this the Barley you know, Naboo?
Saboo says:
He made a joke.
Saboo says:
Academically it was.
Saboo says:
You made a pun.
Naboo says:
*bites his tongue very hard to look serious*
Naboo says:
*nods*
Naboo says:
I think that was a pun.
Barley says:
*grins*
Naboo says:
Mortal humour, you know how it goes.
Naboo says:
Shouldn't you be fucking off, Saboo?
Saboo says:
Unbelievable.
Saboo says:
Anyway.
Saboo says:
:: Watch your style, brother Naboo. ::
Naboo says:
*oh, any time.*
Saboo says:
You've got me to thank for sorting this out, and don't you forget it.
Barley says:
Cheers, Saboo.
Naboo says:
*to Barley* I should go home, if I were you. This guilt-tripping can go on some time.
Naboo says:
And then he'll bitch at you for making him late.
Saboo says:
:: blinks ::
Naboo says:
*makes a 'shoo' motion*
Saboo says:
You're welcome?
Naboo says:
Go on, away you go.
Barley says:
Fine.
Saboo says:
:: clears his throat :: You're welcome.
Saboo says:
Thank you.
Barley says:
*ever so slightly hurt* I'll go then
Naboo says:
*go on, sleep with the mortal, you know you want to*
Saboo says:
A little bit of gratitude doesn't hurt, Naboo.
Naboo says:
*saboo loves a mortal, saboo loves a mortal*
Naboo says:
Mmm?
Saboo says:
:: Oh, oh god, ugh. ::
Naboo says:
*yes! you're picturing it!*
Naboo says:
*I can tell!*
Naboo says:
Maybe you should buy him a drink.
Saboo says:
:: How many have you slept with? Really? And - ugh! ::
Barley says:
*looks from one to the other* What's going on?
Naboo says:
*Not as many as you think. I'm pacing myself.*
Saboo says:
Maybe you should - piss off.
Naboo says:
Maybe you should make me.
Barley says:
Fine, I'm going.
Naboo says:
*want to be alone, is that it?*
Barley says:
*turns to leave* Bye, then.
Barley says:
*starts walking away*
Naboo says:
*he's going! without even a kiss!*
Saboo says:
Barley, you - whatever.
Naboo says:
*don't cry, Saboo*
Naboo says:
*YES, CALL HIM BACK*
Saboo says:
Whatever! Naboo!
Barley says:
*turns* what?
Saboo says:
Bloody!
Naboo says:
He wants to ask you something.
Saboo says:
SHUTUPNABOO
Barley says:
What=
Naboo says:
*trying very very hard not to giggle*
Barley says:
What?
Saboo says:
:: takes a pinch of powder from his pocket and drops it on the floor, and when the smoke clears, he's gone ::
Naboo says:
...
Naboo says:
...aw.
Naboo says:
He's such a sore loser.
Barley says:
But he won, didn't he? The Clingon's gone.
Naboo says:
*shakes his head*
Naboo says:
Don't worry about it.
Naboo says:
Go on, go off home.
Barley says:
What am I, a puppy?
Barley says:
Fine, I'll go.
Naboo says:
Good boy.
Barley says:
Fuck you.
Naboo says:
Sweet talker.
Barley says:
*starts walking away* You know you like it.
Naboo says:
*cups his hands round his mouth* You'll be back!
Naboo says:
*and runs away*
Barley says:
*grins* Yeah right.
Naboo says:
*leaving a little message in Barley's brain - either that, or you'll get a visit from a peacock in the night*