[anyone wandering around Montmartre around, oh, let's say TEN PM - will find a teen chilling bundled up with a boombox. no Leonard Cohen this week - instead you get
something ridiculously catchy and French bopping out of the speakers
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[Nora leans over, resting her chin on Mark's shoulder for a moment with a grin]
I still can't believe it. We're in fucking Paris! [She laughs, grinning from ear to ear]
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[She nudges the hat with her toe, a few coins jingling inside] A couple. I've been working on something else, in between, though.
[She flips her sketchbook over and shows him the back page, She'd started sketching the view from her seat. It was rough lines, right now, but the details were filling in little by little.]
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[he rubs at the back of his neck and looks around, extremely sheepish] Well, it's ...
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Iiiiiit's.... It's what? A ditch? A hotel? Some boarding house? What?
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It's a mansion.
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[Deadpan. Dis face, man. She's just kinda staring at Mark. He can't be serious, right?]
I'm in a hotel room with five other people. And you get a fucking mansion...
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Hey, it's not like I picked the place!!
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I was just thinking how weird it is. I mean... there's no rhyme or reason for some of this shit, is there?
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Not a bit. ... are you at least stuck with some neat people? I've got the kid that tried to set fire to the hall.
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I don't really know any of 'em... there are a couple kids. Coraline seems pretty cool, at least.
[a pause] The fucking pyro? You should bring home a fire extinguisher just in case. [she chuckles]
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"uh... Oops?" [she cracks up]
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"Hey, old man, think of it this way - you'll save on your heating bill?"
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