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Seemingly only minutes after she snuggled back next to Gazza, she was woken by frantic muttering.
Well. Muttering, and then shouting.
Mostly the shouting.
"Well, hello, Gazza!" He's sitting bolt upright on the mattress, but she's feeling rather happy and inordently pleased with life in general right now, and stretches lazily before sitting up to join him. "Or should I use your full name... Shagileo Gigolo?" She teases, wrapping her arms around his chest and resting her chin on his shoulder.
The effect isn't quite what she hoped for.
"I had this dream! And it involved the Bohemians, and..." He pulls free and turns to face her, but freezes halfway through his frantic explanation and yeah, there's the look she was going for.
"Shagileo Gigolo?" He asks, a wide, slightly dopey grin spreading across his face. "You... really think so?"
"Oh, yeah." She replies, but he gets right on with the snogging before she can explain further.
That's just fine with her, really.
Right up to the point where he pulls away making a face and making 'uh-uh' noises.
"We don't have time! The Seven Seas of Rhye! I had this dream about Big Mac and the others! There were these cops, and these cages made of lasers! And..." Scaramouche sighs.
"There is nothing, and I mean nothing more boring than people wanting to explain their dreams to you." She points out, just in case he's planning on making this a habit.
"No but..."
"No, trust me on this. Kills relationships stone dead." She's read so in books. Besides, this? Sounds really, really dull. He's trying to go on again, so she keeps explaining in the hopes he'll get it. "One day one of them wakes up and says 'It was amazing, there was this rabbit, in a bowler hat, and he had an omlette, what do you think it means?'" She shakes her head and makes a vain attempt at straightening her shirt some. "That's when love dies."
So there. She goes on straightening up, since the mood has been rather effectively killed now.
Sadly, Gazza has not glommed on to the fact she really doesn't want to hear about his dream, and persists.
"But Scaramouche, I'm certain of it! The Bohemians are headed across the Seven Seas of Rhye!"
"I know!" She says across his babble, without making much effect. Since he seems intent on babbling, she checks on her microtransceivers.
"... it had to be somewhere in the Euro precinct of Planet Mall, there was water, lots of water, and if you looked past the..." He finally stops, a somewhat stunned and (she realizes a touch nervously) a ridiculously pleased look on his face.
"What?"
"I know about the Seven Seas of Rhye." She repeats, since he does seem a bit slow on the uptake this morning. "They're not seas at all, no no no, they're rivers, rivers that supply a lake." Now she's warming up to her subject, rather pleased with herself and just knowing Gazza will be pleased too. This is just all entirely too cool.
"They used to call it Lake Geneva. The spirit of rock is very strong there, it's where they put the misfits, the rebels." Gazza looks shocked.
"... This is incredible Scaramouche!" She bounces happily on the mattress, grinning. "We had the same dream! It's like we're soulmates!! Split apart, but kindred spirits!"
Oh dear. Cue the end of bouncing (for now, to resume once Gazza has gotten straightened out).
"No, nonono..." She hopes her expression isn't too much 'whoa there crazy man', but really. He's getting a bit weird even for him. "I didn't have any dream."
Gazza looks confused. This is, sadly, not a new look for him.
"Nonono, I just reversed the polarity of one of Kashoggi's microtransceivers. I've been monitoring police headquarters."
"... Gee. Certainly know how to make a guy feel inadequate." She grins to herself, shaking her head.
"Bless." She looks over, expecting a wry look and a moving on to other topics.
...
Oh. He was being serious about the inadequate thing. Men. He's sitting on the mattress looking rather dejected. She crawls over.
"Welllll, you could let me... make it up to you..." She suggests with a sly grin.
"No!" Ouch. "I've got to go to the Seven Seas!"
"It's pretty dangerous!" She counters, in case he missed that point. "There's bound to be police patrols. We should lie low, perhaps right here, on this mattress, for a few days..." She suggests, leaning back.
"No, Scaramouche!" He sounds exasperated. At this point she feels exasperated to go right along with it, and sits up again. "I still haven't found what I'm looking for! ... I can't get no satisfaction!" She gives him a good glare for that one, which he ignores. "Arrrrrrrgh gotta do, do do, push pineapple shake the tree!"
The hell? Even he looks confused by that one. She puts on her boots, since it seems he's not going to be convinced to play this intelligently. She has to admit, she's rather annoyed he wasn't impressed by her mechanical wizardry.
"Look, I've got to go, but I will be back for you." He explains eagerly.
The. Hell.
"Hang on," She interrupts before he can ramble on to some other point. "What do you mean? There's going to be police all over the place. I should go, not you." Duh.
"No. Forget it, Scaramouche. This is my fight."
"'Scuse me?" She asks, in a quiet tone that most reasonable men would sit up and take notice over. "How'd you work that out?"
"Well, because..." Gazza is now looking at her with the duh face. "I'm the man. Brittney Spears said so!"
"Exactly! Which is why it's stupid for you to risk your life! I'm dispensable, I should go, you stay here." She knows Fury probably wouldn't agree with that, but there's that important detail that Fury isn't here.
"Oh, yeah right." He scoffs, and that scoffing thing is really irritating. "Like I'm gonna let my chick fight my battles for me?" And he laughs, derisively. See, that? Right there? That attitude? That is why chick cannot be a good word to be described as. She stands, slowly, doing her best not to just start screaming at him.
"Let. Your. Chick. Excuse me, but at exactly which point in this relationship did you actually take the arsehole pill?" Scaramouche asks, glaring down at him.
"For God's sake, Scaramouche." He grumbles, "Does everything have to be a fight with you? I thought you said you'd 'mellowed out'."
"Well, I haven't." Not if 'mellowed out' means 'became a weak-willed little pushover'.
"Well, it's really starting to irritate me!" That? Was definitely a growl. Her hackles go up immediately.
"Oh no," She sighs, sarcastically, "My heart just broke." He grabs her shoulders, pulling her close, mostly so that he can shout in her face. Pleasant.
"Look, you're my girlfriend, I want to protect you!"
"No, you think just 'cause you got your leg over, you... own me or something!" She yells back, because even if it is hurting, she's not about to back down.
"Awww, you're such a pain with this constant... female assertion... thing!" He shouts, throwing his hands in the air and stomping away. She follows, enraged.
"FINE! At least we know now where we stand!" She shouts, and he agrees, with that tone that suggests that he believes that he is the wronged party here, all ego and male... maleness.
"Which is not together!" She adds, and... he agrees. Eagerly.
She realizes how that sounds about the same time he seems to, and they fall silent for a second. They just need to cool down a second, regroup, talk it over...
"If you say so!" He shouts, and her shoulders go back.
"From now on, our relationship is purely professional!" She shouts back as he turns away and heads back to one of the nearby openings to the tunnel system. "I've got a job to do, and I'm going to do it! And that's all!" She scurries to a different one, shifting the cover aside. She's just so mad. She thought they had something special. She thought they were a team, not a Man and his little... thing.
"Well, that suits me!" Gazza shouts back, evidently determined to get the last word. "But I'm going to the Seven Seas!"
"So. Am. I!"
"What?!"
"And when we get there, if you get caught, and the Dream is lost, and the kids enslaved, 'til the end of time..." She flails a bit, furious. "Well you're going to feel a bit bloody stupid, aren't you?!"
Two manhole covers slam back into their positions, and the street is once again deserted.
Well. Muttering, and then shouting.
Mostly the shouting.
"Well, hello, Gazza!" He's sitting bolt upright on the mattress, but she's feeling rather happy and inordently pleased with life in general right now, and stretches lazily before sitting up to join him. "Or should I use your full name... Shagileo Gigolo?" She teases, wrapping her arms around his chest and resting her chin on his shoulder.
The effect isn't quite what she hoped for.
"I had this dream! And it involved the Bohemians, and..." He pulls free and turns to face her, but freezes halfway through his frantic explanation and yeah, there's the look she was going for.
"Shagileo Gigolo?" He asks, a wide, slightly dopey grin spreading across his face. "You... really think so?"
"Oh, yeah." She replies, but he gets right on with the snogging before she can explain further.
That's just fine with her, really.
Right up to the point where he pulls away making a face and making 'uh-uh' noises.
"We don't have time! The Seven Seas of Rhye! I had this dream about Big Mac and the others! There were these cops, and these cages made of lasers! And..." Scaramouche sighs.
"There is nothing, and I mean nothing more boring than people wanting to explain their dreams to you." She points out, just in case he's planning on making this a habit.
"No but..."
"No, trust me on this. Kills relationships stone dead." She's read so in books. Besides, this? Sounds really, really dull. He's trying to go on again, so she keeps explaining in the hopes he'll get it. "One day one of them wakes up and says 'It was amazing, there was this rabbit, in a bowler hat, and he had an omlette, what do you think it means?'" She shakes her head and makes a vain attempt at straightening her shirt some. "That's when love dies."
So there. She goes on straightening up, since the mood has been rather effectively killed now.
Sadly, Gazza has not glommed on to the fact she really doesn't want to hear about his dream, and persists.
"But Scaramouche, I'm certain of it! The Bohemians are headed across the Seven Seas of Rhye!"
"I know!" She says across his babble, without making much effect. Since he seems intent on babbling, she checks on her microtransceivers.
"... it had to be somewhere in the Euro precinct of Planet Mall, there was water, lots of water, and if you looked past the..." He finally stops, a somewhat stunned and (she realizes a touch nervously) a ridiculously pleased look on his face.
"What?"
"I know about the Seven Seas of Rhye." She repeats, since he does seem a bit slow on the uptake this morning. "They're not seas at all, no no no, they're rivers, rivers that supply a lake." Now she's warming up to her subject, rather pleased with herself and just knowing Gazza will be pleased too. This is just all entirely too cool.
"They used to call it Lake Geneva. The spirit of rock is very strong there, it's where they put the misfits, the rebels." Gazza looks shocked.
"... This is incredible Scaramouche!" She bounces happily on the mattress, grinning. "We had the same dream! It's like we're soulmates!! Split apart, but kindred spirits!"
Oh dear. Cue the end of bouncing (for now, to resume once Gazza has gotten straightened out).
"No, nonono..." She hopes her expression isn't too much 'whoa there crazy man', but really. He's getting a bit weird even for him. "I didn't have any dream."
Gazza looks confused. This is, sadly, not a new look for him.
"Nonono, I just reversed the polarity of one of Kashoggi's microtransceivers. I've been monitoring police headquarters."
"... Gee. Certainly know how to make a guy feel inadequate." She grins to herself, shaking her head.
"Bless." She looks over, expecting a wry look and a moving on to other topics.
...
Oh. He was being serious about the inadequate thing. Men. He's sitting on the mattress looking rather dejected. She crawls over.
"Welllll, you could let me... make it up to you..." She suggests with a sly grin.
"No!" Ouch. "I've got to go to the Seven Seas!"
"It's pretty dangerous!" She counters, in case he missed that point. "There's bound to be police patrols. We should lie low, perhaps right here, on this mattress, for a few days..." She suggests, leaning back.
"No, Scaramouche!" He sounds exasperated. At this point she feels exasperated to go right along with it, and sits up again. "I still haven't found what I'm looking for! ... I can't get no satisfaction!" She gives him a good glare for that one, which he ignores. "Arrrrrrrgh gotta do, do do, push pineapple shake the tree!"
The hell? Even he looks confused by that one. She puts on her boots, since it seems he's not going to be convinced to play this intelligently. She has to admit, she's rather annoyed he wasn't impressed by her mechanical wizardry.
"Look, I've got to go, but I will be back for you." He explains eagerly.
The. Hell.
"Hang on," She interrupts before he can ramble on to some other point. "What do you mean? There's going to be police all over the place. I should go, not you." Duh.
"No. Forget it, Scaramouche. This is my fight."
"'Scuse me?" She asks, in a quiet tone that most reasonable men would sit up and take notice over. "How'd you work that out?"
"Well, because..." Gazza is now looking at her with the duh face. "I'm the man. Brittney Spears said so!"
"Exactly! Which is why it's stupid for you to risk your life! I'm dispensable, I should go, you stay here." She knows Fury probably wouldn't agree with that, but there's that important detail that Fury isn't here.
"Oh, yeah right." He scoffs, and that scoffing thing is really irritating. "Like I'm gonna let my chick fight my battles for me?" And he laughs, derisively. See, that? Right there? That attitude? That is why chick cannot be a good word to be described as. She stands, slowly, doing her best not to just start screaming at him.
"Let. Your. Chick. Excuse me, but at exactly which point in this relationship did you actually take the arsehole pill?" Scaramouche asks, glaring down at him.
"For God's sake, Scaramouche." He grumbles, "Does everything have to be a fight with you? I thought you said you'd 'mellowed out'."
"Well, I haven't." Not if 'mellowed out' means 'became a weak-willed little pushover'.
"Well, it's really starting to irritate me!" That? Was definitely a growl. Her hackles go up immediately.
"Oh no," She sighs, sarcastically, "My heart just broke." He grabs her shoulders, pulling her close, mostly so that he can shout in her face. Pleasant.
"Look, you're my girlfriend, I want to protect you!"
"No, you think just 'cause you got your leg over, you... own me or something!" She yells back, because even if it is hurting, she's not about to back down.
"Awww, you're such a pain with this constant... female assertion... thing!" He shouts, throwing his hands in the air and stomping away. She follows, enraged.
"FINE! At least we know now where we stand!" She shouts, and he agrees, with that tone that suggests that he believes that he is the wronged party here, all ego and male... maleness.
"Which is not together!" She adds, and... he agrees. Eagerly.
She realizes how that sounds about the same time he seems to, and they fall silent for a second. They just need to cool down a second, regroup, talk it over...
"If you say so!" He shouts, and her shoulders go back.
"From now on, our relationship is purely professional!" She shouts back as he turns away and heads back to one of the nearby openings to the tunnel system. "I've got a job to do, and I'm going to do it! And that's all!" She scurries to a different one, shifting the cover aside. She's just so mad. She thought they had something special. She thought they were a team, not a Man and his little... thing.
"Well, that suits me!" Gazza shouts back, evidently determined to get the last word. "But I'm going to the Seven Seas!"
"So. Am. I!"
"What?!"
"And when we get there, if you get caught, and the Dream is lost, and the kids enslaved, 'til the end of time..." She flails a bit, furious. "Well you're going to feel a bit bloody stupid, aren't you?!"
Two manhole covers slam back into their positions, and the street is once again deserted.