Room 210: Tuesday morning

[otherside_miley]

Miley was busy not studying. She was reading magazines, texting her friends, and trying on clothes. There had been a brief panic period earlier when she had run out of stalling tactics and almost had to study but she was saved by the apperance of a dust bunny.

[open for a particular visitor, conversation NFB, please]

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[sneerkite]

Amazing. Steerpike had been busy not studying by reading magazines, lately, too. Coincidences are wonderful, aren't they.

Oh, and look, he's knocking on her door. I bet he wants to help her keep busy not studying. He's such a nice boy, that Steerpike. . . .

[otherside_miley]

"Hi Steerpike!" Miley was more than happy to answer the door. It's not like it was taking time away from her studies at all.

[sneerkite]

"Hello, Miley. Might I come in? There's something I'd like to discuss with you."

Not even a hint of wicked intentions in that little speech. Steerpike is, if nothing else, quite adept at lying.

[otherside_miley]

"Sure, don't mind the mess." Miley stepped back and waved a hand towards the pile of fashion magazines and shoes on her bed. "I was just studying...sorta."

[sneerkite]

Steerpike came in and shut the door behind him, looking over the magazines and books and things. "Well, someone like you has to follow the latest . . . trends and things. So I would certainly call it studying."

[otherside_miley]

"Someone like me?" Miley repeated. "Is that a crack about girls or one about freshman?"

[sneerkite]

"I think it's one about popular music stars."

[otherside_miley]

Miley stopped, looking at Steerpike warily. "Huh?"

[sneerkite]

"You aren't seriously going to try to perpetuate your little charade with me, are you? I know all about Ms. Hannah Montana. I've done a bit of . . . studying myself."

[otherside_miley]

"Charade." Miley laughed nervously. "I don't know what you're talking about. Everyone knows about Hannah Montana, she's famous. I don't know what that has to do with me."

[sneerkite]

"You are. I see." Steerpike pulled a magazine from his jacket. "It's of no use, of course. I know that many people are more willing to believe what they're told rather than the evidence of their own eyes. I am not one of them." He opened the magazine to a marked place, a full-page image of Hannah giving a peace sign and grinning. Over Hannah's straight, blonde hair, someone had used a brown marker to scribble curlier brunnette hair.

The result was hard to deny.

[otherside_miley]

Miley looked at the picture for a long moment before looking up at Steerpike. "Um...don't suppose it would do any good to try and convince you that I'm a twin, huh?"

[sneerkite]

"Not after asking that, no." Steerpike smiled. "You have nothing to fear from me, Miley. I have no plans to tell anyone."

[otherside_miley]

"Really?" Miley sighed. "That's such a relief! I figured anyone who found out would blab it all over or call the tabloids or something."

[sneerkite]

"I would never do such a thing. Just as long as you do some things for me, in return, of course."

[otherside_miley]

"That's blackmail!"